Pureblood: The Badboy's Mate

I used to be an ordinary girl, living a normal and predictable life, full of daily challenges so small and insignificant that a simple argument with my parents was enough for me to think that my world was falling apart. I didn't know chaos, I didn't know the extraordinary, I didn't know my destiny. I didn't even know myself. And it was on the night of that argument that, in an impetus of boldness I never knew I was capable of, I impulsively ran away from home and accidentally took the first step towards my destiny. It was a full moon night. I had never run so fast in my life. I wasn’t running from anything, I was hunting. Chasing a deer like a wild, hungry predator. Nothing in my mind could speak louder than this primitive hunting instinct - to kill or to starve. I dodged the trees as if I knew exactly where each one was, even though I had never set foot in those woods before. My prey ran faster than me and I decided to climb the rocks that surrounded the small stream. A few meters away, the deer stopped to drink water, feeling safe that he no longer saw or heard me. I waited until the animal came out of its alert state and jumped on it, digging my fangs into its neck. Blood and flesh, fresh death. The day I killed for the first time was the day I was truly born. ... I felt like I was waking up from a heavy sleep. I heard sirens and saw red lights, all blurred and out of place, out of place in my consciousness. Grass, grass touching my skin, brushing over my entire body; I was naked. And then I realized that I was also covered in blood. Someone put a blanket over me and said "She is awake". "Bring the gag!" Someone said not too far from there. "She's just a child, she doesn't need a gag, help her!" Another person said. I turned my attention away from the sounds and discussions around me so that my weakened head could understand my scenario. The woods, a stretcher, an ambulance, guards with huge dogs on a leash sniffing the place. Not far from there, a deer; dead, shattered. "Am I what?" I asked the woman sitting in front me. I was lying on a hospital bed, with a catheter in one of my arms and a handcuff in the other. “A werewolf. I believe last night was your first shift.” Replied the woman. She was in her fourties, wearing a gray suit and had her dark blond hair in a bun. She introduced herself to me as Diana Blanchard. “This… This doesn't make any sense. I’m not… Where are my parents?” "Haera, dear, your parents... They are not your parents." “I know, I am obviously adopted! Do you think I didn't notice that my parents were white? Where are they?" I asked, annoyed. “What I meant is that you were never formally adopted by John and Melissa Carter. Your documents... None of them are legitimate, your birth certificate says you’re human and was signed by a woman who doesn’t exist. Legally, you were kidnapped.” "Kidnapped!? This is absurd! They are my parents, they love me! I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding, I know...” “I don't doubt your parents love you, Haera. Maybe everything they did was out of love but they did commit a crime... You killed a deer in an environmental protection zone. It could’ve been a person in a cottage nearby. And, believe it or not, none of this is your fault, you’re just a child. I'm sure you must be very confused.” "I am not a child, I am seventeen and I just want to go home." I cried. “Your parents will answer criminally for what they did. In the meantime, you are under the tutelage of the state and I am your legal guardian.” Said Mrs. Blanchard. Despite her firm and polite way of speaking, she sounded very kind and even loving. The tears streaming down my face and my sobs of despair were my only answer. “I will ask them to remove your handcuffs. I’ll let you rest now.” Mrs. Blanchard got up, picked up her bag and walked towards the door. Before she could leave the room, I asked: "Are you a werewolf?" "Yes I am." She replied, smiling. Haera Carter, human. This is who I always was and suddenly I was told that I was neither. In that hospital bed I had to confront the fact that my whole life was a lie while my body was recovering from having all of its bones broken and healed for the first time. Werewolf, that word still cost me to make sense in my head. Werewolves ceased to be new in the mid-sixties and in the past few decades half-wolf people were no longer a bedtime story... But it just never occurred to me that I could be one of them. My adoptive parents told me that an acquaintance of them who worked at the St. Claire's Hospital called them saying that there was a woman about to give birth that she was going to put the baby up for adoption. She died of postpartum complications and they adopted me. That used to be my story and I never, not for a second, questioned it. But if I was born in a hospital they would know that I was a wolf and by law I could never be adopted by humans. I suddenly felt like a little girl again, looking at people around me and questioning how I, who obviously didn't look like any of them, ended up there. I was released from the hospital and Mrs. Blanchard took me to see my parents. It was strange to speak to them at the police station, in separate interrogation rooms - because I really wanted to interrogate them, to get the truth out of them mercilessly. But it wasn’t like that. My mother could barely formulate a sentence in the midst of tears and sobs, saying that she loves me and apologizing copiously. My father could hardly bear to look me in the eye, he just looked down, murmured a few words and quickly wiped away some discreet tears that insisted on falling from his face. And I just couldn't stand to see them that way. I cried more than asked questions, expressed my anger and disappointment without an ounce of objectivity. They both claimed not to know that I was a werewolf. They said that after being refused by some adoption agencies, someone contacted them saying they could help them. Newly born, I arrived at their door in the hands of a stranger next to a folder with my documents. They promised not to ask any more questions. "If your parents collaborate with the police to arrest the people who took you to them, they may be able to leave in less than a year." said Mrs. Blanchard. She was driving me to her house as she was unable to find me a temporary home. Deep down, I think she was afraid to leave me with a pack knowing that I was too human for all intents and purposes. "Are you okay? I mean, physically.” "I'm smelling things that I didn't know they smelled and my head hurts." I replied without much enthusiasm. “It's your senses, they've gotten stronger. It can be very overwhelming. Especially since you were not prepared to go through this.” "You were?" “Yes, I was raised in a very large pack. My father was a beta, second in command.” "Do you live with them?" "No, not anymore... I went my own way." She said, sighing. And then she continued: "I was kicked out, actually." "Can I ask why?" "I fell in love with a human." she smiled. “A human girl. To this day, I don't know exactly which of these things got me kicked out of there but... I think I prefer not to know. It was a different time back then.” "So... You became a social worker to help other lonely little wolves wandering around?" I asked, smiling. It was the first time that I smiled in two days. "You can say so, yes." She said, laughing. We arrived at Mrs. Blanchard's house and she showed me the guest room for me to leave my bags. She had a beautiful one year-old Golden Retriever and the most embarrassing moment of my life was when I saw that dog and unconsciously growled at him. Mrs. Blanchard laughed, said it was normal - my instincts were exceptionally sharpened and it would take a while for my brain to get used to it. She went into the kitchen to prepare something to eat while I watched TV on the couch. I tried to pay attention to the generic action movie that was playing because I didn't want to be alone with my superhero thoughts and instincts. I just wanted to feel normal again. Near the TV were several pictures of Mrs. Blanchard with the other Mrs. Blanchard, a beautiful woman with brown hair and eyes. I wanted to ask Mrs. Blanchard why her wife wasn’t at home but I was afraid it would be an impolite question. We ate almost in complete silence, I found that my appetite was five times greater than usual and I went to sleep, planning to wake up from that nightmare the next day. I had agitated and confused nightmares but I woke up so suddenly that they disappeared from my mind before I could remember them. My head was spinning and my mouth was very dry. I got up but I hesitated a little before leaving the room, feeling a little out of place because I was at a stranger's house but the thirst spoke louder. Mrs. Blanchard was in the living room talking on the phone and gestured a “hello” when she saw me. I pointed to the kitchen, as if asking permission to go there and she just smiled and nodded. I drank three full glasses of water in a row. "Good afternoon, Haera." Said Mrs Blanchard, going to the kitchen. "Afternoon? What time is it?" "4PM. I'm not going to ask you if you slept well, I heard you struggling during the night…” "I'm feeling a little better now." I replied, not sure if I was telling the truth. “I was trying to solve your school situation. As I told you, I did what I could to keep you in your current school, but to attend a human school you need a commitment signature from the alpha of your pack and…” "I don't have a pack." "Yeah... I'm sorry, Haera." "Am I going to a werewolf school or something?" “So… I was on the phone with the director of Nordholt Academy. I sent them your school record earlier today and they are willing to give you a full scholarship.”