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Nova's POV
5:30 AM
Would you look at that? The sun came up again.
I stretch out in an attempt to awaken my muscles and open my blinds to let any light in. There isn't a lot, but the sun has just started to make its voyage over the mountains which are now dusted with white. It resembles powdered sugar on top of a pastry which brings a smile to my face.
But then it hits me. It, being the cold of my room. I'm surprised I didn't actually hiss and recoil into my blanket which is so warm and inviting.
My other half has been begging me to allow her through and shift so we can run, I don't allow it. I crave it too, but after an apology, she kinda just fades. She never leaves, she is always there to observe surroundings and react to it however she does, but she cannot forcefully show herself. That is, at least until I get more connected to that side which will never happen. Even if I'd have said yes, hiding it would be near impossible, especially not from my sisters. It isn't worth the risk.
Our conversations go something like:
"Pleeaaassseeee? We haven't shifted in forever! We would blend right in if we went to the snow!"
"You know how much it will hurt both of us to shift then, do you want to get discovered?"
"No...but we need to run! You want it too, don't even deny it. You remember how good it felt."
(P.s. the longer you go without shifting, the more it hurts when you finally do.)
No apology today, she just leaves me to marinate in those thoughts.
My sisters don't know about the other half of me. My guardian does if I can even call her that. She tells me that my kind (she always spits out with disgust) is extinct and only I remain.. I know that that much is bullshit.
As for Evelyn and Sandra, they hate me. They are twins, the only difference between them is a birthmark on Sandra's neck and her voice is deeper.
I somehow managed to reach my hand out and grab my phone to begin my morning routine which starts by scrolling through social media. Yes, I know it is terrible for your health and I'm gonna die soon. To that, I say "I am here to live a good life, not a long one."
I sigh and eventually get up, taking small steps to the bathroom where I'm gonna take a nice long, warm shower. I set my clothes on the counter and walk out to grab something. Going back into my room with the window cracked, the cold air hits me as soon as I walk in. There is a dramatic difference between the rest of the house and my room that everyone complains about. All I could think as the goosebumps formed on my bare legs was how amazing a shower would be.
Or so I thought.
Evelyn shoves past me and takes the bathroom first, slamming the door in my face.
Wolfie releases a deep, guttural growl from her core which manages to surface as my fists clench.
I'm getting reaalllyyy done with her shit. She mutters and does the equivalent of storming off into the corner and slouching into a chair in my head, whatever that is.
No shower then, awesome. Sandra goes after Evelyn and starts complaining that there wasn't any more hot water, I tune them out as Susan starts screaming about how late they're gonna be if they don't get over themselves and start getting ready (as they were still both in towels).
I ride my motorcycle to school every morning, so I don't depend on them for transportation. It is the closest to a run I can get to. Adrenaline is adrenaline, we both agree. The money obtained from racing is nice too, we are really good at it and it can be used as a lie to say I have a job. If we don't shift, my wolf demands we race one or more times a week even if it's just speeding down the freeway.
Before leaving my room, now clothed I remember how cold it was outside and the clouds I saw in the sky. I grab a black leather jacket from my closet and pull it on.
Most of the time, I get out of the house way before Evelyn and Sandra do and they usually leave me alone. They suck to be around at home, but it's worse at school when they have to show off to their friends. It's like they want their adopted sister who is half massive, predatory animal to have her way with them.
It doesn't snow here, but it gets to the low twenties and thirties during the winter.
7:12 AM
I arrive at school, park my bike, and put my lanyard over my head.
I go to the spot where my friends and I hang out and greet everyone, make a few dark jokes, share memes, talk about how much I'm dreading the test I had in math... you know, edgy teenager stuff. As I said, none of them have any idea what I am.
All of a sudden, my senses perk up.. well they aren't really mine, they're hers. There was an ever familiar smell. I couldn't put my finger on it and she urged me to follow it but I shrugged it off as we would probably notice it later. If we did notice it, it would be something worth following.
In a strange turn of events, my phone rings which never happens. The caller ID is from Taylor, the guy who organizes races for me and puts me in them. I pick it up and distance myself from my group as they also don't know about my racing... because it may or may not be partly illegal.
Taylor's voice sounds enthusiastic as he tells me about a race taking place tonight around ten pm. Both me and her get excited and she starts whining for more details which I ask for from him.
The race is apparently against some of the near best from out of town: shady guys, Taylor said.
Those boys have no idea what they're in for... do I pity them? No. Does Wolfie? Even less.
This is gonna be fun.
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