Prologue
Prologue
5 years ago
Morgan drove down the road, turning through the empty roads of Her city. Her two children were playing in Morgan’s back seat. They were wrapped in fluffy, long, wolf tails, the ones they had been born with. She snarled in distgust. She had dealt with the two for 10 long years. She’d had enough! She didn’t want to look at the two for another moment. Morgan hated herself for falling for their father. His gleaming gold smile, his curly blond hair, and his Beautiful voice! He had ruined her life! She’d had everything! A singing career! Money! Family! But, the minute the twins had been born, as monsters, nobody wanted anything to do with Morgan Smith! Who was their father? God of the sun, Apollo! Why were her child wolves? Why were they abominations? Why hadn’t they gotten her blue eyes instead of her brown hair? Why had they gotten their father’s sacred animal for their ears and tail, why did they have ears and a tail, none of his other children had that! Why was he the god of Wolves along with the sun, wasn’t one enough? She turned down Tight St.
Now, Morgan hadn’t told her children where they were going at 10:00 PM at night. She didn’t exactly tell them she was leaving them in an enslavement company. She wanted them to feel the pain, the pain she had gotten when they were born!
“Mom? Where are we going?” Her daughter asked, leaning towards her mother. Her wolf ears flopped over on the side of her head. Morgan gave her an angry look.
“Somewhere! Now, be quiet!” She turned her gaze to the concrete road.
They rode in silence for a long time, until Morgan pulled up to a forest.
“Get out,” Morgan commanded the twins in the back. They walked through the forest, and the two kids, Silo and William, glided in front of her. William placed his hand upon the pine trees, barely within her gaze. Silo was prancing before her brother. Chasing after a rabbit on the trail.
“Stop acting like an animal!” Morgan scolded Silo.
Silo looked back at her mother and grumbled.
“What is that?” William asked, thrusting his finger toward a concrete building that was shrouded by a large metal fence.
“Where you are going.” Morgan spat, pulling the two through the entrance and into the building.
“Let go of me!” Silo cried, tugging at her mother’s hand, which was tightly grasped on her shoulder.
William whined before thrusting away from her hand and running back towards the entrance. He races across the tiles of the building, bright light surrounding him, he transformed into a nimble brown wolf. He raced out of the door and straight into a guy.
“Morgan? These your drop-offs?” The man said, cracking his neck and grabbing William by the scruff of his furry neck. In a flash, he transformed back.
“Yes, I talked to you on the phone?” Morgan questioned, giving William a hard look.
“Yes, now, sign here.” The man lifted up a clipboard and dropped William next to Silo, who was now tied to a pole.
“This is so wrong,” Silo whispered to her brother, their mother, and the man talked on and on. William gave a sad look at his sister.
“I knew she didn’t like us, I-I just never thought…” William heaved a sigh, feeling his body shiver with the coldness of the office.
“Goodbye, monsters…” Morgan crouched in front of the twins before leaving the building. Monsters? William felt his face go wet, his sister rubbed his back.
“Follow me! Now,” the man untied the two and they clumsily followed him. Their fuzzy ears clung to the sides of their head.
The man opened a door, leading into a room filled with tanks lining the walls on two sides. They walked down the hallway. Passing by literal monsters in cages and just regular mortals.
William was grabbed by his shoulder and pushed down to the ground.
“Don’t touch my brother like that!” Silo spat. The man turned to her and glared at her.
“You’ve already got a buyer, girl.” The man said to Silo. William’s eyes shot open.
“Wait! Don’t take her! Please,” he growled, it echoed through the halls.
“Workers, take this Mutt to his new home. As for you…” The man turned to Silo and they left the room. Two people grabbed William by the arms. He writhed in pain as their hands dung into his arms.
“Silo! Don’t leave me…not like this.”
He watches them leave as they threw him into a tank.
“What a monster…” one of the workers growled at William.
He felt his body shake with fury.
“I’m not a MONSTER!” He banged on the glass.
“Your acting like one, right now.”
He’s right…I’m just a monster.
