“Hah! Would I even want to know? I’m not even sure if that bastard is mine!” He nastily told me.
“What are you even saying??? Even if I try, I can’t even consider what you said as a bad joke!” I protested.
“I wasn’t joking! Perhaps Shelly was right. You are carrying Maximus Vine’s brat!” He spat at me.
Before I could even stop myself, my hand flew straight to the side of his face. I gave him a mean slap and confronted him.
“HOW DARE YOU DOUBT THIS CHILD!” I shouted. “You were my first!”
“And I really regret why I didn’t use protection that night!” He cruelly said. “All these complications are not helping Shelly’s emotions! Why do you have to get pregnant!”
“I am your wife Cain! This child is not a complication!” I reminded him.
“Yes, you are, regrettably so! Up to now, I wonder until when do we have to put up this farce? You perfectly know that it is Shelly whom I hold dear!” He spoke in such a seething manner, that I found myself speechless.
“If you have nothing to say, I’ll go to where Shelly is! I can’t leave her in that miserable state.”
He left, closing the front door with a bang It was as if he was telling me not to follow him, nor bother him anymore.
I was once again left alone to live in the estate that my mom gave me.
In my second month of pregnancy, I almost lost my child, and my life as well.
It was a full moon. I was often told that werewolves act out of their usual character during that time of the month. They either feed, hunt, fight, make love, or just keep to themselves. They can either be more passionate, more violent, timid, anything that falls on a full 180 scale.
Not once did a sighting of a werewolf was reported in our area, so I confidently went out of my house. Wandering around our impressive and vast garden, enjoying the cool night air.
A black-furred werewolf appeared out of nowhere. With its sharp teeth, it snarled as it slowly approached me.
Feeling the danger, I tried to back up a bit. But it seemed that the werewolf took it as an offensive move. It made a crazy howl.
Startled, I fell on the soft grass, and as it towered above me, ready to attack, a red-furred one appeared. Bocking the other werewolf, as if it was protecting me. The black-furred werewolf howled once more; its eyes filled with fury.
Hugging myself to protect the life inside my womb, I desperately think of someone who can come to my rescue.