The Crossed Pathways to Home

Lucy's world is fading. Sad, alone, her grandmother dying, the rest of the world hating her, what's to look forward to?
But when a mysterious blonde haired boy turns up...


30. Chapter 30

~~Moving out of Peggys' was a joy. When I told her, I had gotten a shrug, and a;
"Whatever." She was only too happy to get rid of me, but the slight resemblance of sadness on her face confused me a little.
I closed my bedroom door for the last time. I was shutting away my memories of Olivia ditching me, my depression, and most importantly, my self-harm behind.
"You O.K?" Finbarr asked. I nodded.
"Never better." We walked out the front door. "Bye Peggy!" I happily yelled. I slammed the door one last time, and started to walk away with my suitcases. I'd have no real reason to walk up this road again. I had already dropped out of school. I'd never have to see Olivias' putrid face and her stupid gang of Barbies' again.
"Did you aunt not cause any type of temptation for you?" Finbarr curiously asked. I shrugged.
"Not really. I think my whole werewolf thing is completely different to everyone else's."
As we walked into the little village, Finbarrs' hand in mine, my suitcases by my side, I happily sighed.
"I'm finally home" I whispered to myself.
Over the next couple of weeks, packs across the world were celebrating their new found peace. As Markievz had said, they were becoming more of a unit. Just werewolves. Not divided into two categories. Their Wolvien laws were currently being edited and made into one, which guaranteed witnesses lives.
While all this was going on, I was trying my best to get used to my werewolf form. I basically had to learn to walk and run again while in my chocolate brown wolf form.

I had taken Lisas' old bedroom, as she had slipped off to live with David in the midst of the celebrations. Seamus, too, had gone to live with Ben, but it was nearly as if they had never left at all. As previously promised, they were over here, all the time. Lisa could never help but to check that her sitting room had remained unchanged. I don't think we dared to tamper with it.
Chloe, too, had started to come on a very regular basis. They hadn't officially called themselves a couple yet, but Christopher was never happier than when Chloe was at his side. They made eachother happy and feel understood in a way that no-one else could, which was the most important thing. They had started to live.
But Christopher hadn't said much about me becoming a werewolf. He obviously was not happy about it, but he kept his lips shut. For once, it wasn't my fault. The ring, on the other hand, was dead. The colours had disappeared, along with the soul of Markievz. The whole eye became metal, the same material as the ringholder part. I had given it to Christopher, as some form of twisted apology. Gladly, he was only too happy to take it.


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