Lizandra

Looking from the outside, one would think it is a quiet and peaceful small town.

I am looking at this town from the top of a hill, not very high, but high enough to have a waterfall. I am sitting on the grass, I can admire everything around me and the sight is beautiful!

From here I can see the town, as well as part of the surrounding forest and feel the waterfall behind me. The sound is soothing and I can feel the refreshing water droplets falling on me, washing my soul.

You must wonder why I am here, when the sun is still high and it is work hours. The thing is, I can't find another place where I can be at peace, there is no one around me to disturb me, which is what was happening where I live and work.

I am considered inferior in the town where I live. Some think I am insignificant because I am the daughter of a seamstress. We don't have money or a good social life. I need to work and help my mother with sewing, I spend the day hemming, sewing buttons, basting, and embroidering.

We will have a party very soon and many people have come to place orders. During the dress fittings, I am kicked, humiliated, and assaulted in every way by the clients. Sometimes, I don't even have time to eat and I am very thin, well below the ideal weight.

My hair is dry and dull and my clothes are worn out. With the large order of clothes, my mother had to buy a lot of fabrics. This could give me the right to make a dress for myself too, but my mother doesn't allow it.

She mistreats me because she says my father left her because of me. The problem is that my father was dark-haired and I was born a redhead. My mother is fair-skinned and my father became suspicious because on the night I was conceived, he got separated from my mother in the middle of the night and my mother soon began showing signs of pregnancy.

Men!

Always suspicious and hasty.

My life has not been easy because as my mother mistreats me in front of others, those who see also think they can do the same and mistreat me too. Our leader doesn't mind because he thinks my father was right.

Looking from up here, the town is beautiful, calm, and peaceful, but inside, it's a mess and a buzz. Lots of gossip, lots of jealousy, lots of envy, and many young women wanting to conquer our leader.

My town is actually a Pack and we are supernatural creatures, werewolves, living in a hidden society from humans, but we also coexist with them. They visit us at certain times of the year when it is allowed, but they don't realize who we are.

I was born 45 years ago. For humans, I may be mature, but our race lives much longer, so I haven't reached adulthood yet, let's say I'm just coming out of adolescence, around 19 years old.

Despite being the daughter of wolves, something strange happened on the night I was conceived. My mother doesn't tell what it was, nor does my supposed father who rejected me when I was born, and she takes it out on me because of the absence of my father.

Yes! He is my father, whether he wants to or not, whether he accepts it or not.

I did some research on the family tree in the town library. It is large and has books on all subjects, and I discovered that in my father's family, there was an ancestor who I resemble. She was also discriminated against, but she ran away and no one knows what happened to her. It's taboo to talk about her.

I thought about talking to him several times, but the disgusted face he made when he saw me on the street, along with crossing to the other side, made me give up. Even though I hide from everyone, I don't have thick skin and my pride is the only feeling of consolation I have left.

At the right age, I transformed for the first time and my she-wolf has a light reddish fur, almost pink, with greenish-almost-blue highlights. With me, everything seems almost, almost that color, almost that father, almost not ugly, almost normal, almost...

That's why I haven't told anyone that I already have my she-wolf and I only transform when I'm alone. Thanks to her, we don't starve.

My hair is also reddish-pink, so I cut it short and always cover my head with strips of fabric. They are scraps of fabric that, when sewn together, form a band that covers my entire head, so no one sees my different hair. Because in the Pack, there is not a single redhead, only people with dark hair.

Lately, my she-wolf has been restless and asking me to let my hair grow, after all, it is part of her fur. So, I am honoring her request and letting it grow, but I always keep it hidden.

I also have strange bumps on my shoulders, they seem like extensions of my scapulae, very close to my spine. I don't know what they are, but I wear loose shirts to disguise them. They also appear on the back of my she-wolf, I tried to see them through the reflection in the lake, but I couldn't. My she-wolf, Rose, said that I will find out during the next blue moon. It's only a week away.

My name is Lizandra, my father chose it before I was born, it was a tribute to his mother, but when he saw me for the first time, he was so angry that he left right away, and my mother was so devastated that she didn't even consider changing the name.

I think my name is beautiful, but no one calls me by it, I don't think they even know what it is. To everyone, my name is "thing," "weirdo"...

I can't say that I don't care, after all, our name is our identity and should be respected. But I don't argue or complain and demand to be treated well. My dream is to one day become someone so special that everyone admires me and recognizes that I am also someone.

I know it's just a dream, but dreaming is free, and no one knows, so they can't criticize it, it's something only mine, that brings a smile to my face. You can say that I am an optimist, that I fantasize too much, but we all need an escape valve.

My stomach just growled, I'm hungry because I didn't eat anything for breakfast, I couldn't even if I wanted to. Lately, I have only been able to eat, as I mentioned before, thanks to Rose who hunts at night when I let her out.

But she hasn't been out for two nights. Because last time, we were chased by a very big black wolf, I believe it was Alpha Derick, and we don't want him to see us, who knows what he would do if he caught us.

For now, I'll stay here quietly, soaking up the sun and enjoying the sound of the water, while I wait for my mother to finish attending to her customers. Appreciating nature is all I have, and no one can take that away from me.

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