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The Wolf Heir

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A pained howl echoing in the distance made my heart clench in my chest. My eyes were fixed on the image in front of me. I couldn’t move. A woman in the distance was screaming in pain and when my eyes found her, I couldn’t see her face. The flames burning over her body made it impossible to see who she was. But something inside of me stirred. Something was wrong.

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The young woman in the room bolted to her feet in a second. Sweat was pouring down her body as she started to feel caged in her room. This was the third night in a row that Katherine had experienced the same dream. It couldn’t be a coincidence. There had to be a meaning behind it. As she pondered the meaning of her dream, a howl in the distance made her shiver as if something inside of her had been awakened.

Katherine was only a human living in a small, calm town. Why would she be dreaming of strangers and chaos? The uneasiness was unsettling; she wanted answers, and something told her that her parents wouldn’t be able to give them to her. She was adopted and she couldn’t remember her origins even though she knew they held the answer to her doubts.

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Chapter One: The Beginning
Sweat was pouring down my forehead in drops as I worked on tending the crops under the bright, hot sun. I had been kneeling there for hours and all I wanted to do was rest, but my family depended on me, our food sources depended on those crops. “Katherine, come inside, lunch is ready!” my mom called from the front door of our small home. My mother, a small, skinny woman, was looking at me with her hands on her hips as she waited for me. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail and her blue eyes never left mine. I nodded my head and began to get up. As I reached the porch, I took off my hat and wiped the sweat from my forehead with my arm. My mother looked at me sternly, she had always scolded me for doing that. “Go get cleaned up and then come to eat. I left a bucket of warm water over the sink for you to use,” she said as she followed me inside, the sound of her boots hitting the ground filled the silence. I nodded once again and took the bucket before heading towards the bathroom. I closed the door after me and sat down on the wooden stool after grabbing a piece of cloth to wash my body. My tattered dress fell to the ground and I began to wash my hair with a shampoo my mother made. Once my hair was all set, I moved on to wash my body, dirt fell to the floor along with water and I worked on removing it from in between my nails. Once I was all set, I got up from the stool and looked at the mirror. My dark curls were wet on my chest, covering my breasts and reaching my waist. My grey eyes stared back at me with a serious expression and I looked at the rest of my body in wonder. To a stranger, it would seem odd for me to be my parent’s daughter since both had blonde hair and blue eyes while I was the odd one with dark hair and grey eyes. I had never thought much about it until my classmates started whispering at school. I remember coming home feeling concerned that day, so much that I asked my parents if I was sick. My parents had eyed each other and then my mother laughed and sat me down on her lap, I was seven at the time, she brushed my hair and said, “you’re not sick, darling. You are one of the luckiest children in town. Your father and I cannot have any children, no matter how much we tried to have a child of our own. I was very sad, until one day, I heard crying coming from the porch and as I looked outside, I saw a basket with a green blanket on it and in it, were you. You were the cutest little thing I had ever seen, and I couldn’t leave you outside unattended. Your father and I looked for your parents, but no one showed up to claim you. It was then that I realized you had been a gift from the Lord, He brought you to our doorstep for us to raise you and treat you as our child.” I recalled that day fondly, my mother was right, I had been lucky. If I had ended up on another couple’s doorstep, who knew if I would still be alive today. I was glad my parents had been the ones to take me in. They raised me to be hardworking and curious. I had gone to school up until I turned 15, I had learnt to read and write there along with other things, now I was about to turn 18. My parents were probably already looking for a suitor for me to marry since I was no longer a girl, I was a lady. While in school I had learnt the basics, at home I had learnt about manners, etiquette and how to tend a home. Still, school had been the best years of my life, that’s where I had met my best friend; Elizabeth Allen. She was my age and lived a couple of miles north from my house. Occasionally, we would stop by each other’s house to chat and walk towards a nearby river. My thoughts returned to my reflection as I kept on examining my body; I was skinny but strong, the muscles on my arms and legs were very pronounced and I was happy for it, it showed just how much I worked to help my parents keep us afloat. We weren’t exactly a low-class family; my father worked in a factory nearby and occasionally he would bring things from town as treats or presents. My mother stayed at home and worked on tending the house and knitting and sewing for our neighbors. She was very good and fast, all the dresses I had were made by her and my school friends always commented on how lovely they were. Whereas I was the one who tended the crops and cleaned the barn where our animals slept. Sometimes I would ride to our neighbors’ homes to trade goods and to deliver clothes, but I had never been to the city, not that I was too curious to go, from the things my father spoke about, it wasn’t a place I wanted to visit; filled with noise, everyone on a hurry, the smell of dust and smoke hanging on the air and plagues like rats infesting the streets. I preferred a calmer life, and I would be more than happy to continue living in the outskirts of town in a small farm. I always felt as if nature were calling out for me. Something about it seemed mysterious and unknown and I felt more at peace out in the meadow than I have ever felt anywhere else. It felt like… home. “Katherine are you alright?” my mother asked as she knocked on the door. Her voice sounded worried and I could tell she wasn’t going to leave until I answered. “Yes mother, I’m coming,” I said as I quickly took the clean dress from where I had put it and got inside. I quickly pulled it over my torso and began to tie it from the back. “Are you sure? Does the dress not fit?” she asked. “No mother, it fits very well, thank you,” I said as I hurried to lace it up. My mother didn’t say anything else, but I could still feel her waiting outside to see me come out. Once the dress was all tied up, I looked at my reflection and I raised my eyebrow. The dress was beautiful, a sky-blue colored dress that molded into my figure. My breasts looked rounder and my waist looked smaller somehow. It hung loosely over my legs and I smiled, I loved it. I opened the door and quickly hugged my mother. My mother yelped in surprise before hugging me as well. “What has gotten into you?” she asked with a smile on her face as she looked at me. “Nothing mother. I loved the dress, it is marvelous,” I commented as I pulled away and turned in front of her. My mother smiled as she analyzed her work before nodding in approval. “I agree, you look stunning. This dress should be the one you wear when you meet your fiancée,” she said, and I couldn’t help but tense up. My mother noticed my change in behavior and waved me off, “let’s not worry about that today. Food is ready and I bet you’re hungry.” I nodded my head and my mother led us towards our table where my bowl of soup was already filled. … After lunch, I had the rest of the day to myself since my mother was going to the Gordon residence to deliver a dress for Mrs. Gordon and another for her baby girl. My chores were done for the day, so I decided to go down to the river with my journal in hand and my pen and ink. I was in no hurry to get down to the river, I liked to take my time as I walked through the meadow. The birds were chirping eagerly above me, signaling the season of spring, I even managed to see a couple of rabbits with their babies popping their heads out of their den. A smile covered my face as I walked closer to the river. The sound of water splashing and hitting rocks echoed through the clearing. I hurried to sit on my favorite spot which was next to a big rock I liked to lean on. In no time, I was seated with my journal open in front of me. Since I learnt how to write, I began to keep a journal, it started as a class project until it became a customary thing. My parents would give me a journal for my birthday since then and now that I was turning 18 in a couple of days, I wondered if I was going to receive another one or something different now that I was so close to age to marry. I shook the thoughts away and focused on writing. Normally I would talk about my day and how I had managed to do my chores. Up until recently, that had changed and now all my entries were filled with things I had dreamt about. Something about those dreams felt too real, as if I had been there when it had all happened. I shuddered as I remembered the dream from the night before, it still felt too vivid in my mind. I opened the bottle of ink and began a new entry on my journal. April 10th, 1927 Today’s dream was different. Whereas in the other dreams I could only see myself waking up in the middle of a village in chaos and fire, this time, I wasn’t alone. I could see a woman, she looked… familiar. I could tell she was frightened as she ran with a baby in her arms towards the forest. I followed after her, careful not to startle her, I didn’t know if she could see me or not, but I preferred for things to take their course on their own. I ran after the woman, ignoring the nagging feeling on my stomach. This woman ran faster than any man or woman I had ever met even though she was wearing a dress. To my surprise, I could keep up and I was about to stop her when I noticed a small cottage pop into view. Waiting outside was another woman, a woman with red hair and glowing silver eyes. The woman was cradling two infants in her arms. I froze and a shiver ran through me, she looked familiar as well. But how could two people I had never seen before, look so familiar? It was a dream after all, not a memory. Today I considered asking my mother about it but what am I supposed to ask? Should I ask her if she had any idea who that woman was? I didn’t even believe the mystery woman was from this time period, the village looked… old and destroyed. I had also managed to see men on horses wearing metal armor for protection and they were yelling something about a King. Where I live there are no Kings or Queens, so how come I was dreaming of something that was unknown to me? I really don’t have any answers to any of these questions, nor do I think it’s a good idea to tell my parents that I have been having the same dream over and over again, or at least, bits and pieces of it every night. I cannot worry them now, not when it is so close to my birthday and they’re already looking for someone to marry me to. This would only worry them. I let out a sigh and closed the journal without taking my eyes off the fast-moving river. The sound of water running calmed me but there was still some wariness and uneasiness coursing through me. I knew the dreams must mean something and I wanted answers, I just wasn’t so sure if I was ready to know it just yet.

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