The Saviours.

Lira, Aria and Maria were seperated at birth when their parents passed away. They live under the rule of their masters, but dont understand why, no one will tell them anything. In an attempt to find out the truth they are brought together like in the prophecey. They are to ones who can save their friends and family, but will they co-operate and work together, or go their own ways and refuse to listen? They are the only ones that can change the future or will it be too much for three sixteen year olds? (is a sequal to tears of a killer, but probs wont matter as the other one is too long to put on fully so only put three chapters...)


2. Maria.



Waking up in cold sweat from a terrible nightmare I wept. I don’t know why. I just did. The home I had lived in since I was born no longer felt like a home. The room I have lived in my whole life never felt like mine anymore. I no longer feel like I belong in the pack I was born into. I felt like I was an outsider and I didn’t know why. The door creaked open and Jackson walked in. “What’s wrong Maria?” He whispered trying not to be heard by the alphas, he closed the door making the minimum amount of noise possible. “I don’t know Jackson.” Jackson wiped a stray tear from my cheek. “You have nothing to cry about. I don’t know how you could. Having such an amazing brother as myself.” I smiled. “See. You shouldn’t cry your smile is much more appealing, plus it doesn’t wake me up in the middle of the night.”

“What sort of wolf doesn’t like the night?” I teased poking at his side. “The kind who has been busy all day with his little sister.”

 I love my brother, but we are so different. I’m shy around people I don’t know, he’s not. I like to sit down with a good book and read, he prefers to use them as a weapon. We don’t even look similar in anyway. He has bark brown hair compared to my sandy blond with hints of crimson in the moonlight. I’m quite small for my age and he’s extraordinarily tall for his.

“So, you going to tell me why you were crying?” He swung one of his broad arm around me. “You are going to be sixteen in 2 days. I don’t think that’s anything to cry about. I had fun at my sixteenth birthday. Even though it was two years ago.”

I could see him going back to that night in his mind. Back to the party we threw for him. “I don’t know. I woke up from a bad dream and I guess it just startled me.” I put my hair behind my ears looking at the floor. “Was it the same dream.” I nodded. “Well this is the only thing that has actually managed to make you lose sleep. It must be scary.” I nodded again. “Are you going to tell me what it is about yet?” He looked intrigued wanting to know what haunted my dreams. “No.” He let out a sigh. “Well when you’re ready you can tell me and remember I’m always here for you.” He got off the bed and carefully opened the door not making a sound. “Night, try and get some sleep tonight.”

“I will. Goodnight.” He flashed me a quick smiled and closed the door.

Please let me get some sleep, for once let me have a goodnight sleep, it’s been two months. Not until you get the message. Will you leave me alone, I’m starting to think I’m going insane. No you’re special. No I’m not and stop saying I am, it’s getting annoying, and I’ve put up with you for nearly sixteen years now can’t you just leave? I’m part of you, you can’t get rid of me or get me removed. Me and you both know your special. No you are the only one who thinks that. I may not be normal but I am not special.


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