The Blind Werewolf Princess (1st book of Werewolf Series)

Chapter 1

How can you tell a blind person what the color brown looks like? Can you describe it in deep and great detail, or do you tell them what something was brown, like dirt?

I mean, you can't touch brown, nor can you smell it. You see the color on a page and go 'Oh! That's brown.' But, what is brown to a blind person? What is this so-called orange that orange is named after?

Nothing. Brown is just a word to a blind person. It is just like the words tall, small, or ugly. Blind people don't care about those things because they can't see what the person looks like. All they could do, and I included, was to judge a person by how they treated others that were different from them.

And so, even though I didn't know what brown is or if somebody was ugly, I was glad that I was blind. The reason why was because it made me a stronger and better person than I would have been if I wasn't. It made me judge people on personality and not by their looks, even though that sometimes got me hurt in the end.

"Carley!" a female voice exclaimed, coming from somewhere to my left and beneath me. The voice broke me from my thoughts and caused me to try and grip on reality that I didn't see.

I turned my head in that direction and cocked it, frowning when I heard the urgency in the voice. "What is it, Bethany?" I asked, knowing that it was a younger female that I had taken under my wing. My whole body was slightly tense, but I didn't move from my spot, waiting and wondering why she was calling on me.

The young female panted and stood underneath the tree that I was in. "Mandy," she panted, and my whole body stiffed at the sound of her name. "She has Mila cornered with her goons."

I jumped out of the tree, landing skillfully next to her. I placed my hand on her shoulder, knowing that she would have to lead me because I knew that Cruella De'Vil, well, Georgie, had changed up the living room for a meeting that was supposed to happen later that day. "Show me where they are," I said, my voice hard.

I could tell that Bethany had nodded her head and started to lead me towards the house and hope to the room. She picked up her pace a bit, knowing that my 5'6 form would outstep her 4'5 form. "Table is placed to your left, three steps," she said when we entered the living room.

I grunted and nodded, already having felt disruptions with my feet. That was one thing that was different than me and probably other blind people. Unlike them, I kept my feet bare, even at school and other places, because I could sense when an object was in my way and not run into it.

That was why I normally walked by myself, and most of the time without my white cane, that symbolized me as blind. If I used my cane, it was basically used for protection and just as a secret weapon. That's right; I had developed a sonar system using my feet and measured the seismic energy of unmovable objects.

"Hold it right there, young lady! Where do you think you are going without shoes?!" a nasal voice asked/exclaimed, stopping Bethany and me from going to the place where Mandy surely had Mila cornered.

"Speak of the Devil, and she shall appear," I mumbled to Bethany, who giggled and paused, knowing that I was going to have to talk with her. "I was outside, Georgie," I said in a monotoned voice. "And the shoes are too small for me." I tensed slightly, feeling that another person was beside her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Bethany and I have to go."

"Go where?" the other person asked, causing Bethany to stop in her tracks, and I almost run into her. "Oh, Dears, are you two alright?" she asked, concern filling, from what I had gathered, a female's voice.

"Yes, Ma'am," Bethany replied. "Are you alright?" she asked, and I could tell that she was looking up at me.

"I will if you get a move on," I grumbled, my cheeks feeling slightly heated. I let a small smile out when Bethany chuckled and started to up the stairs. I pushed her, gently, when Georgie had called her to stop, indicating that she shouldn't stop if she didn't want to be run over.

My grip tightened, slightly, because I was nervous about how Mila was fairing being beaten by those goons that called themselves the "popular girls" of Georgie's foster place. I prayed that the eight-year-old was strong enough to hold on.

Anger filled my heart because I had no idea as to why Georgie let this go one. She tried to make herself look like one of the "better" homes, but in reality, she wasn't. She was one of the worse, even though this house was the only place I had ever known, and I hated it.

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"See what happens when you mess with us, Punk?!" a female voice stated, followed by a slap and a frightened yelp. "What do you have to say for yourself?" There was some shuffling and some groaning as well as a small whimper.

"I-I'm sorry," another weaker feminine voice said. Fear was evident in it, and I couldn't help but purse my lips in anger. "Please," the person begged, "don't hurt me."

The girls laughed. "Oh, but I want to." There was a rustling sound, and I knew that the front girl, Mandy, was leaning over the fallen female. "Carley isn't here to protect you now," she taunted, and I knew that she grabbed the person's hair.

I frowned when I heard a deep growl from behind me and turned in that direction. I tried to pinpoint the location, but I couldn't let out a small huff. I couldn't help but be curious as to what had done the growling because there were no dogs here, not anymore, at least. "Turn around, Mandy, and see for yourself," I said, guiding Bethany behind me and let go. I took a step forward in the direction that I heard the voices, waiting like a wolf with its prey. I kept a hand on Bethany because I knew that if I didn't, she would get slapped.

Tension filled the air, causing me to tense even more. I knew that they had turned around and were probably shooting their heated glares at me. I just had a blank expression on my face, not fazed at all. "Aww, look who comes to the rescue," Mandy taunted. "And I see that you had brought backup this time. What can't handle me yourself, Carley?"

"If you are talking about the lady that might adopt one of us, then you are highly mistaken," I replied coldly. "I don't need backup."

"Says the one who is clutching another person," Mandy retorted.

A smirk appeared on my face, and I could have sworn that they backed up a bit. "Honey, that is to save you from getting slapped," I replied cheekily. "Tell your goons to let Mila up, unless you want to try to get your head out of your behind." I made sure that I didn't cuss, knowing that there were kids around.

The girls just laughed, but I could hear a desperate sound in it. Some of them knew that I was more dangerous than I looked, and I was glad about that. "Oh, you look like you can't take us all on," another female said. "I mean, you can't even see."

My smirk deepened, and I felt this exhilarating sense of desire to prove myself in a fight. "Then, why don't you let go of Mila so that we can test your theory, Hayley?" I asked, mock sweetness in my voice. "Or, do you want to save what little chance of adoption that you are facing today?"

I knew that they were glancing at each other and then looking at Mandy to see what she had to say. Mandy scoffed and walked past me, hitting me in the shoulder with hers. "You are so lucky that there is a new person here," she called over her shoulder while her posse followed her.

I gritted my teeth together before making my way more into the room, my body relaxing slightly. I let Bethany go and told her to get the kit before going farther into the room to make sure that Mila was all right.

My heart ached because I didn't like it that this young female had to go through another female's physical abuse just because she looked different from them. She was too young for it, but those girls were mean people, and Mandy was as bad as they came.