Eva's POV


The smell of oven pot roast and garlic bread cooling off overcame my senses as soon as I entered the kitchen to help my mother set up the dining room table. Normally, this wasn't something I'd do, but I've been in a good mood ever since I came home. She stacked three plates in my hands and, in that moment, the reality of my father joining us for dinner finally sunk in. I gripped the China tightly while leaving the room and set the plates down on their mats gingerly. My father flashed me a smile when I patted his shoulder on my way back to the kitchen, and I sent him a teasing smirk.


"Hey, mom. Where do we keep the silverware?" I asked her while resting my elbows on top of the counter. She had her back to me as she slaved over the stove, stirring the pot of gravy.

"Check the drawer next to the sink dear," My mother instructed. I nodded my head before walking to the other end of the island.

After opening the drawer, I gathered three sets of forks and knives in my hands and used my arm to close the receptacle. I backed out of the kitchen and headed into the dining room once again to set each pair of utensils by every plate. My father was relaxing on the living room couch, watching the six o'clock evening news, when I decided to join him. I plopped down in his recliner chair and mirrored his relaxed pose, arms crossed and legs stretched out in front of me, while I payed close attention to what the anchorwoman had to say.

"Breaking News! This is Amelia Garth reporting to you live from Beverly forest. Local fisherman, Paul Hanson, has fallen victim to what seems to be a vicious animal attack. His body was discovered by hikers early this morning. Our wilderness experts encourage those who go in the woods to travel in pairs and be cautious of all wildlife. There's no telling whether or not this kind of incident could happen again. Back to you, Tracy," The journalist finished announcing the report.

Just the thought of something like that happening in my favorite place made me a little queasy. There are hardly any animals in this town, but the ones that do live here are quite harmless. I wondered what changed.

"Dinner is ready!" Mom announced from the kitchen. My father lightly patted my knee before he stood up. I took one last glance at the television before joining my parents for dinner.

My father cleared his throat when I broke a piece of garlic bread off for myself. "We have to talk Eva," he spoke. He looked at my mother then back at me. I left the garlic bread in my plate and wiped my hands on the cloth that was placed next to my glass of water.

"What is it?" I asked and rested my hands in front of me.

"I'm with child, Eva," my mother smiled warmly.

"With child? Pregnant?" I rose my eyebrows.

"Yes dear," she chuckled.

"How far?" I smiled brightly.

"Two months,"

The thought of having a sister or brother excited me. It was about time that something exciting happened in my family, and a new baby was the closest thing to exciting my family had in years.

"Your father will be here till after the baby is born, but then he'll have to leave for a few weeks," my mother spoke as she loaded her plate with food.

I couldn't help but smile at how my father rubbed my mother's belly. He smiled down at her as he watched her hands move with fascination.

"So the baby will arrive in August?" I questioned as I reached for the piece of garlic bread that I left behind earlier.

"More or less," my father nodded.

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The rest of dinner passed slowly and happily. One could sense the excitement and love in the room as we ate in silence. My mother agreed on me going with for the first scan, which was three weeks after. After dinner, I helped my mother with the dishes then excused myself to finish my homework, which, I didn't complete. I couldn't concentrate on my school work after I finished English and Chemistry, my mind kept wondering to the animal attack that took place in the forrest. How could such a thing happen in such a wonderful place? I sighed as I pushed my French papers away from my body and stood up from my chair. I walked to the doors of my balcony and opened it, welcoming the cool breeze blowing into my room. I turned around and looked at the clock on my bedside table, it read 11:53PM. I knew that I was going to be tired the next day, but I wanted to listen to the wolfs howling. I stepped into the cold and hugged my body, then walked to the end of the balcony. I leaned over and looked into the dark street. I found myself wondering whether the animal attack that took place, was a wolf attack. I wondered if the howling I heard at midnight belonged to the attacker in the forest. But whether it was a wolf or not, the forest wasn't safe anymore. I also shared it, with Perrie, Harry and a beast that's unknown. I remembered a note I saw on a girl in my French class' notebook, saying that maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each moon it cries for a love it will never touch. If that was true, it only made the howling more beautiful. The moon fascinates me too, but what could a wolf possibly love so much about the moon to cry for it every night?


The howling started, it sounded soft and far away at first, but the sound neared me and it sounded closer than ever before. I closed my eyes and listened as the howling continued. After a few seconds, it stopped. I looked down at the street again, searching for the owner of the cries, and for a split second, I swear I saw a white wolf running into the bushes opposite of my house.

Notes

So kkgal14 got a new cover image for this book, I don't know who did the cover but it's beautiful so thank you to whoever made it!

Have a look at kkgal14's other books, a favorite is Ink, that book is amazing, You won't regret reading it.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter even though it's short and all, have a lovely day/night.
Much love, Telichia x