He Wants His Ex-Lover BackCHAPTER 01: Werewolves
Cestia's POV
“JACK? WHERE ARE YOU?”
The hallway was dark and I am already upstairs, away from the loud noise of the banquet. Jacques suddenly disappeared in the midst of the party.
I was about to go back to the party when I saw a door that was a litle opened. When I went near to the door, I heard my mate's voice.
“I don't love her, Fayre. You are the one that I love,” he said with passion.
I felt like I was stabbed when I heard those words. When I peek to them, I saw Fayre kissing my mate. They are passionately kissing each other.
That moment, I wiped my tears and decided. It was a mistake staying here. It was a mistake agreeing in making a pact to him. I sighed and said to myself important words before I left.
“This is over now.”
•••
A month ago...
“WHAT? YOU ARE LETTING ME GO?”
I'm so done! It's interesting how life can kick you when you're feeling down. The last straw for me was losing my job at the coffee shop.
My boss had avoided looking at me when he remarked, "We're cutting back staff." My ticket to extra income vanished in an instant.
I couldn't bring myself to approach Lucas, my adopted father, for further assistance since I was already walking a wire financially while attending college. He has taken care of Melanie and me sufficiently.
“You need a break,” Melanie had said, tossing her auburn hair over her shoulder. “We’ll go to Mt. Calestina for the weekend. It’s supposed to be amazing this time of year.”
I didn't believe it. Melanie often defined "amazing" as flaunting her most recent attire and telling everyone how much better she looked in it.
But I was swayed by the prospect of a change of scenery and fresh air. Perhaps, just perhaps, I might feel a little less lost.
“Sure,” I replied.
She clapped her hands. “Perfect!”
As described in the advertisements, Mt. Calestina was indeed magnificent. The highest mountain in the area, it towered magnificently, a curtain of mist concealing its top. The cries that reverberated across the woodland during full moons were a whisper among the locals. The mountain was known for its folklore of werewolves, creatures who alternated between human and animal forms. I dismissed the stories, saying, "Nonsense."
Werewolves and humans couldn't possible live together.
Could they?