The devil whispered in my ear," You are not strong enough to withstand the storm."

Today

I whispered in the devil's ear,

"I am the storm."

Unknown.

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I jump above a rock, almost kissing the ground when Night gets under me as a support.

I place my hand on his head and give him a deep scratch. He purrs in response.

Night is my only best friend and he is a wild wolf. I have been with him since he was a scrawny little pup and now he is grown up to be the wolf he is and my cuddle partner.

People ask me about how I can have him as my best friend and how can I live with him when he can't even communicate with me?

The only answer is that I am no better. He can speak just not to me. His fellow wolves understand him and he understands me. He is a dire wolf. They are hard to find but my Fey nature often attracts animals. But Night is the only one who stays, who stayed.

That is all one ever needs. Understanding. After all, I can't say that I am capable of speaking which I am not. I haven't spoken since I was 7 or 8. I am no better than him. Instead, I am worse.

I most likely consider myself a girl whose voice was stolen from her due to a conspiracy that her mother planned. I don't even have the words to complain. She didn't grant me that mercy. In her twisted mind, she was giving me a gift.

Have you ever felt like fate is playing games with you? My birth was the set stone of a whole marathon run by fate.

Some people must get excited when they reach adulthood. I just dread it. Beloved is the gift we are given when we touch our adulthood. I don't fancy any beloved or partner. Nor will I ever. I am quite content in living with myself.

But I wish I could lift my curses.

I wish to speak because I have many things to say.

After the walk, I decided to return home. He won't be awake.

But fate has a way of running this marathon.

Just as I stepped out of the thick forest and into the clearing, I see three people waiting for me with devilish grins on their bastard faces.

I just let out a sigh. Here we go again. I take a deep breath and fill my lungs up.

Simon stepped right up and without a word, socked me right in my ribcage.

I feel the breath leave my lungs.

God, I am weak.

In times like this, I wish I had my vampire or my fey.

I miss them. But now I feel weak, weaker than a bloody wanker.

This let on for a while until I couldn't feel anymore and the last thing I remember is being thrown into my room or the basement.

I woke up three days later while all my wounds were healed, courtesy of Mathilda. She was the head maid here and my savior, the one who took care of me when my mother couldn't.

I come to realize that the day I was dreading the most is here. The day of the Supreme Ball. And this time our coven decided to hold the ball.

Supreme Ball is an event that is held to show that vampires and werewolves are working on their peace and that no one is at war with the other.

The day I wanted to postpone a little further, appeared in front of me in the blink of an eye. Literally.

All the coven is in a hurry.

Simon is directing everyone to do this, to do that. And of course, the cinderella sisters are busy prepping themselves up for the ball.

And by Cinderella sisters I mean my two sisters, stepsisters. The real daughters of Simon, whom he cherishes like how he used to cherish me.

I remember being his daughter until the day I wasn't.

I remember him loving me until the day he didn't.

My sisters are busy preparing themselves to be served as appetizers to the Werewolf King.

I do not get it. How do they know they'll get an alpha as their beloved?

All vampires want a werewolf as a beloved, except me.

But little did I know that the game of my fate has started.

And when I don't want something or someone, she'll throw them in my direction. Literally.