Catriona's pov:
"You know, for someone who bakes this well, you shouldn't be walking on this Earth!"
Hilary my childhood and best friend exclaimed with a muffled voice as she devoured two muffins at a time with eyes closed and hands messy. I giggled at the sight in front of me
"I know right? I'm the best" I replied taking a bite of my own muffin.
"That wasn't a compliment. I meant I should just keep you locked up for myself and command you all day to make all these"
"Technically, that's a compliment, it's called being passive" I smirked at her
"Oh please!" She rolled her eyes at me as she took hold of another muffin making me shake my head. Sometimes, I get jealous of her, she eats like a goat all day but never gains a pound extra. I on the other hand gets bloated by drinking just water.
"When will your mum get back?" Hilary asked as she wiped her hands and face with a tissue.
"She's supposed to be back tonight"
"You know, your mum inspires me to be a nurse one day too. She's such a courageous woman who takes her job seriously despite all she has been through"
I nodded but did not say anything else as I reminisced on the years back. The pain and agony my mother went through in the hands of her so called mate. A man who was supposed to protect and love her unconditionally would hit and abuse her repeatedly. Her screams were always fresh in my mind. The deadly growl and face of my so called father still registered in my mind.
I killed him with my own hands and I wish I could do it all over again. Yes, that was how much I hated him. Thinking back at this brings horrible memories. Memories I would like to keep hidden in the darkest pits. Memories where he would hit me and my mother would come to my rescue just to be made a sacrificial lamb. She was always on the receiving end of his terrible anger. Times when he would smash her head against the wall and a blood curdling scream would escape her mouth. He hits her with any available item that could cause harm. Days when she would pass out and he still wouldn't stop having her way with her. I was just 7 years old and her endless screams traumatized me. I saw a beast as my father each day. I stabbed him right before he could get the chance to slam the heavy wooden centre table on my mother's head. I stabbed him too many times to count and I'm not even sad about it, just... Traumatized. For months, scratch that, years, I couldn't stand the sight of blood or hear someone scream or see someone's angry face. I get a severe panic attacks. But, we are fine now aren't we?
My mum focused on her career after that incident. She transferred all her past pain and broken past into the love for her job of saving lives. She is a nurse at the pack hospital and she occasionally goes from pack to pack to treat the wounded. Pack? Yes we are werewolves. We belong to one of the smallest packs in America but we are okay. Yes we are fine...
"Catriona, are you okay? I'm so sorry for bringing that up" she said with a tone of remorse, breaking into my thoughts.
"Uhm, no it's okay, don't worry about it" I assured her with a smile. "Is the party still holding tonight?"
"Yeah! That's why I was asking when your mum will be back" The excitement in her voice was very obvious. "We could meet hot boys, grind our bodies against men with well defined abs, huu!" She paused, jumping slightly on the couch. "What if we find our mates?!"
I cringed slightly at the mention of mates. I'm 21, most wolves get to meet their mates from when they attain the age of 18 but I think I haven't find mind because I just don't want to and I have never had interest in mates. Hilary and I are both single which is a surprise to many but we don't care. Although, Hilary has been impatiently waiting for a mate, but she doesn't let that weigh her down so we can't be more bothered.
I on the other hand hated that word thanks to my "dad". I hope I don't find him. Well, not anytime soon. It's still too early in my life, I don't care whatever anyone else says, I'm going to live my life to the fullest.
"I'm sorry, I know you hate at word" Hilary pouted and held her ears like a baby in an attempt to apologise.
"You always say sorry after you've said something dumb!" I faked annoyance but couldn't help the smile that came to my lips at my antics.
"Well not everyone has a friend that has so many unsafe words" she rolled her eyes and got up moving towards my room.
"Are you mocking me?" I feigned hurt.
"Oh suck it up and come pick a dress". She proceeded to my room. I shook my head and got up too before she turns my room upside down.
* * * * *
Hey guys. Thanks for reading. I know it's a little wobbly and cringy right now but please give this book a chance. I'd really appreciate it. Help me to get better.
I want to know your views on this chapter please 🥺. Drop comments. I love to see it. Please interact with me and tell me what you want to see in this book. And please, kindly vote and share if you can 🥺. Love you!
Later Chipmunks!!!