Rosie

I wake up with a scream. It's the same dream. Again. For the millionth time. The bite. The warmth. The pain. The ecstasy. All of it. Over and over. I can almost play it off in my head bit by bit now. It's that familiar,  that I go to sleep expecting it and waiting for it to start so that it can be over and I can get to the actual sleeping.

It's starting to have an affect on my day time living now though and it's really pissing me off. I find myself in class, thinking about it. And it's my senior year, i need to concentrate now more than ever. Sometimes, embarrassingly enough, I find myself almost fantasising about it in a way that makes me feel immediately self conscious and frustrated all at once!

Just when I thought that this year could not get any more complicated, what with finals, college applications and just the normal drama of teenage life in high school, now I have to add that odd thing at my birthday party last night.

My long time estranged, maternal grandmother, rocked up out of the blue. No hello, no how are you, she just rings the bell, thrusts a small box into my hands and says,

"Your birth right on your nineteenth birthday."

And as fast as she turned up, she was gone. Creepy.
I did catch a glimpse of her looking longingly at my mother though, as well as her not so subtle look of distaste for my father.

So, she must not be over that yet.

But her face. That is what shocked me the most. She would be 60 but she looks to be only a few years older than my mother who is 39. They could be mistaken for sisters. They share the same long golden tinged hair, like me. We all carry the Lang traits. The sun kissed hair and skin, the light grey eyes, the long and lean limbs. It was like seeing the stepping stones of my ageing future except that when I'm 60, I will look 60.

Because unlike the rest of the thousands of Lang born women and men before me, I am human. They are not.

The Lang's are the longest serving and most highly regarded royal family of the werewolf lines. And for the first time in their strong and proud and sometimes eccentric history, I was born without wolf traits at all. Unlike any before me. And for them, that is unacceptable. It is unthinkable.

And none of them know.

And so we left. All those years ago and we have lived, happily, care free and in secret. Contact dwindled and we stopped having to move.

Until now.

Every family has their drama right? Well, I am the drama in mine.

Awesome.