"Mummy can you tell me a story, please?"
The little girl asked bearing puppy dog eyes. The woman nodded tucking the little girl into her bed.
"One about a princess??"
She asked. The girl shook her head.
"How about zombies??"
The little girl wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"No mummy, not princesses and definitely not zombies. Tell me about werewolves again."
The woman feigned shock, noting the young girls amusement.
"Again??"
The woman asked. The little girl just nodded smugly to herself.
"Okay then, are you nice'n'cosy??"
The little girl lay down, cuddling into her blankets.
"Yes mummy."
She said.
"Werewolves are magical creatures, coated in gorgeous fur roaming wild and free in the forest. They live in groups called packs. The leader of the pack is..."
The little girl closed her eyes and let herself drift off into a sleep only disturbed by dreams of fairies, werewolves and wonderful lands. The woman reached into her pocket and fished out a silver pendant, placing it around the sleeping girls neck. She kissed her head, whispering,
"I love you Aimee, I always have and always will."
That was the day I lost my mother.
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Solstice
WerewolfAimee was a normal girl. She had a happy life, good friends, great family and a permanent smile plastered on her face. ...then she moved to Coumarin. Her whole life is turned upside down. Aimee uncovers secrets, surprises and more. She finds that...
