Whispers of the Wolves

Two sets of four life long friends grow up in a seemingly normal life, until one day, things catch fire without a match, things move without being picked up, they can hear things miles away, and they see things that are never meant to be seen. Then one day a mysterious stranger comes telling them that they are destine to save the world that they grew up in, and the world that they belong to; one where the animals talk, mountians get up and move, and magic is everywhere. Given a quest to find the hidden Shifters, they go on a quest of a lifetime, learning more about themselves and the meaning of family as they battle dark demons, old wizards and witches gone bad, and their own mental challenges and friend ship challenges too.


12. Chapter 8 - Hearing the world

"Those who spend their time looking for the faults in others

usually make no time to correct their own." - Art Jonak


    "Courtney!  It's time for school!  Your first day as a freshman!"  Courtney's mom called her from her kitchen.  Looking at her clock, it was 5:30 a.m. and her school started at 7 a.m.  Flopping back on her bed, she closed her eyes.  Not a minute later, he litte brother was bouncing on her bed.

     "Courtneyyyyyyyyyyyy.  Get up!  Mom wants you!  Wake up!  You're such a lazy person!"  Pushing her brother off her bed, she got up and slammed the door in her brothers face.

     "MOM!!! GET HIM OUT OF MY SPACE!!!"  She yelled down the stairs as she grabbed a shirt and a skirt.  Heading to the bathroom, she put on makeup and looked in the mirror.  Her phone buzzed and her best friend Abby had text her.

Hey,so today we are hanging

out at your house after school right?

Ummm, yeah I think so.

Okay cool. See you at school. :)

Yeah see you.

     Putting down her phone, she went downstairs, and on the stairs, she could've sworn that she heard the garbage truck. But that was impossible because the truck would be about 5 blocks away.  Shaking her head, thinking she was imagining things, she kept going downstairs.  Grabbing a banana and shoving her brother out of the way of the fridge, she poured herself some orange juice.  A clatter sounded in her ear followed by,

     "Bolsheviks!"  Running upstairs, she called out,

     "Mom!  Dad!  Are you guys okay?" An muffled answer was returned.

     "Yeah, we're okay!  Why?" 

     "I thought I heard a crash!  Sorry!"  There was a lot of yelling in her house, she thought as she went back to her breakfast.  What the heck was happening?  There was no way that was her parents, and it had to be one of the neighbor's voices.  This is weird.  She thought.  Still thinking, she didn't notice her parent's coming down to drive her to school.

     "Alright, Courtney, are you ready to go to school?" 

     "No."  She mumbled under her breath. 

     "What was that young lady?"

     "I said yeah, geez, you get accused for everything around here."  Walking out the door, she checked her phone again.  Most of it was from some of her enemies that were just trying to start drama.  Slamming the door, she got in the car, and not a second later, her dad stormed in.

     "Courtney, you will not be slamming doors in this house or garage.  Honestly, I don't know what's gotten into you lately.  You're pushing your brother, you're acting out of line, and you've been angry with the world.  I think it's time for you to be punished.  I'm taking your phone for a few days, until things start shaping up."

     "But dad!"  Courtney protested.

     "No "buts" or do you want to make it a month?"  Taking her phone, he started the car.  She mumbled under her breath again.

     "Repeat that.  Now."

     " I said, 'You are such a stupid person.  I wish you never were my dad!'"  Her dad looked hurt.  Good.  He deserves it.  Courtney thought smugly.  Deep inside of her a twinge of regret settled in her, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of it. 

     After a 30 minute silent car ride, she got out at her school and slammed the door for good measure.  Walking to where Abby was, she heard her dad drive away, but what shocked her most, was that he was crying.  No, I'm imagining it.  I can't hear my dad.  That was, until she heard his voice loud and clear, praying to the lord. 

     'Please, God, help my daughter, Courtney.  She's angry with the world and with herself.  She's being bullied and hurt, and she won't accept help.  I can't do anything to help.  She needs something to help her, and if I can't be that then please bring someone into her life that can.'  Then she lost the connection that she had been listening to.  Why is this happening to me?

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