(I was sitting around on my break doing nothing what so ever when I was hit by this idea I had been working on another new story but I think I'll delete it. After all if it's worth deleting it's not worth posting. Anyhoo I'm sort of back.
I'm not connected to any businesses mentioned, likenesses etc are coincidental and unintentional. The place described is set in Colorado however to my knowledge the area doesn't actually exist. I wanted something fictional but also something you could picture. Colorado has a lot of open space and run down shops if you know where to look but most of them are no where near any wood like areas. While some memories include underage characters all sexual acts are kept to the 18 and up characters.
Also I'm not following any manual for how you might be use to the behavior of certain mythical creatures I'm throwing them together as they normally appear with a few twists of my own that's all I can tell you.
I think I'll only have a couple POV switches in the story as far as memory is concerned but if I have more it shouldn't be too much to deal with.
{Memories}, [thinking],["Mental communication"] Yes this is just another werewolf story enjoy.
I'm afraid there is no sex in this chapter, and you can go to the last page to see the short reference list for this chapter.)
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Prologue...
Character POV
When I was six it was a good year, I can't tell you for sure who the president was, the cost of gas, the old time gadgets, or even what kind of car my grandparent's had. However, I can tell you for sure that it was the start of the best time of my life that was when I met one of my first real friends and he was the nicest boy I could have ever met.
Every day I would meet this boy and we would pick a game to play, I knew from his size he was at least two years older than me. That never seemed to bother him, he always chose to play with me over the older kids.
When I was being bullied he protected me.
He was.....
We did everything together.
I would run to him when....
He always said.....
He stayed.....
You probably wonder why I haven't given a name or why the information seems jumbled but that's just how it is with me. I can't remember his name, I can barely remember what he looked like, I don't know if we were just friends or if he was my first boyfriend, if he was just my friend I don't know if he was good to me because he was a good person or if he was using me. If he was my boyfriend I don't know if he really loved me or if I was just a play thing, I just don't know but I do know that there was an accident. My father says that is how my mother died, the doctors say I hit my head so hard that I got amnesia.
I also know that I remembered enough to know this friend was a boy, and that as I started remembering things after my own name he was the first person to pop into my mind. It's sort of unfair to remember someone so clearly yet not clearly enough to put the puzzle pieces together. My therapist says that maybe one day I'll either find all the pieces or I won't all I can do is try.
All I can do is try.
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Normal POV
"Anaïs?"
"Hmm?"
"Anaïs? Are you listening?"
The young woman looked up, her therapist Dr. Calvin stared at her, she shook her head and chewed on her lip.
"Sorry Dr. Calvin."
"That's alright, you seem lost in thought did you get another piece?"
She shook her head.
"Well I guess we're done for today."
She nodded glumly.
"Hey now don't be sad, these things take time."
"But how much? That accident happened when I was fifteen."
He grinned and she stared at him then rubbed her head.
"It happened when I was fifteen." she repeated.
"You see, it just takes time, I don't suppose you can fill in the blank can you?"
She looked at him expectantly.
"I am....years old"
"Twenty three......I'm 23 years old."
She looked at him for approval
He winked at her and she rubbed her head more.
"Oh thank goodness I'm over twenty-one because I think I need a drink."
He laughed and patted her hand,
"As long as you don't come back next week drunk you can have any reasonable amount of alcohol that you want."
She smiled, the older man had been more of a father to her in the past few years than her own father had. She often felt like he was angry with her, not because she caused the accident but because she lived when his wife didn't. She shook the thought from her head and got up she thanked him and headed for the door.
"Oh Anaïs wait a second."
She turned.
"Yes?"
"I uh know it's none of my business but I heard from your father you were let go."
She sighed.
"Yeah, cut backs and all, I just didn't impress them enough I guess."
"Well that's ridiculous because no one I've ever met makes a better pot roast than you do."
She smiled.
"Thank you but I don't think my old boss would agree."
"Oh bah what does he know? Anyone can graduate with a bit of effort but it takes heart to really succeed in any field you could go to school for."
She nodded slowly he always praised her where her father shot her down.
"But if you're interested my sister told me their hiring some new live-in-maids at the house she works at, you get benefits and $25 an hour."
"$25 an hour to clean?"
"Well whatever you want to do, she said they always need an extra hand in the kitchen or out in the garden, sometimes they need a driver it's up to you."
She thought about it for a bit.
"Who is...uh the master of the house I guess."
"I think it's Lord and Lady Daemos, they have two kids and family and friends that stay at random but most of the clean up is just up keep. You will share a room with my sister, Cadence, she'll show you the ropes."
"Hmm...well what more can I say then 'yes'?"
He smiled.
"Excellent, if you can wait in the lobby for me I'll get the information."
She thanked him again.
She'd been looking for a way to get away from her father and had been crushed when she was let go this would be good for her.
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