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All Chapters of Awakening - Eve Of Eden: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Age twelve"Why are you such a crybaby?" Eve drags me to my feet from the heap of limbs and clothing I tumbled into after I slipped into this crevice, tutting at me and rolling her eyes as she dusts me down with aggression. Irritated by my clumsiness and not an ounce of sibling care.Sighing heavily once again, knowing in trying to keep up with her, I ended up falling and making her rescue me. Compared to her, yes, I am always clumsy, slow, or in need of her rescue. It’s not my fault. We may look identical, but that’s where it ends."I'm not a cry-baby…I hurt myself. It's okay to be upset. You were running too fast, and I'm not as good as you at doing that. I can only run at normal speed." I try to defend myself, sniffing back the aching tears as I wipe my bloodied wrist where I grazed it, over my now sodden dress. Annoyed at myself that my newest floral sundress is now a tattered wreck of snags and dirt, and a nice little tear across the lace-edged hem. I shouldn’t have tried to keep

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Dinner is when they conduct a head count of all the kids who came to the manor for the summer. To ensure none of us strayed too far. We live in the valley most of the time, but nothing beats the forests and beauty of the manor village when we have amazing weather and so much free time. Rema Sierra loves having us here. It feels like a vacation when we are on school break.We get to run free, explore more, and live life a little differently from the helicopter-style parenting we have back home. My mom and dad can be a little suffocating at times when it comes to our every move, so at least coming here, Rema allows us to be like the other kids. Fewer restrictions and some time to be children who aren’t the alpha’s bloodline. Our Rema understands that being some sacred tribrids and alpha firstborns doesn’t mean we have to live in cotton-wool padded cells.School’s out for six weeks, and our parents are allowing us some freedom in coming here without them to stay with my grandmother. For

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“Pfft…what curse? He was an old man who wanted power and went about it the wrong way. He should have been smarter….. I would have been smarter.” Eve gets up, straightening towards the mountain, standing tall and foreboding, and pulls back her hands with dramatic flair to tear the trees aside, offering us an unbroken view of what once was a dark place. As easy as breathing.The trees crack and bend as she uses her telekinetic power, just as my mother does, to clear and bend them to her will. Straining, groaning hunks of nature are being pulled aside by the gentle hands of a little girl who thinks nothing of being able to do this. Hundred-year-old trees as thick as barrels and more, moving so gracefully and defying logic as they bend without snapping.It's an unnerving display of power, opening us to the bright sun overhead as the canopy above us suddenly clears. Making us blink as our eyesight adjusts, but it's not awe I feel when watching this display; it’s a gurgling-up sense of unea

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“I'm not climbing. I'm tired, and I want to eat.” Toya is less harsh in her refusal because she knows Eve has a temper, and, for some weird reason, she always picks on Toya the most. Maybe because of the five of us, Toya is the next strongest compared to my sister, and that threatens her. Toya is tough, boyish, and athletic. Even without her wolf, she is strong, energetic, and pretty fearless. Without tribrid breeding, she will make a great femme guard one day. A real warrior who wants to follow in her mom’s footsteps and train to be in the elite guard. Maybe even the sub-pack.I think Toya will turn soon. All the signs of her wolf restlessly peeking have been showing of late. I think her awakening ceremony might be on the next full moon.“You’re all pathetic. Losers and scaredy cats. I’ll go myself. I am not going back until I see what I came here to see. You can all go running back home like sad, weak-ass, pathetic wannabe wolves…. Scared of a hill…you make me laugh.”Eve stands fir

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“What the hell were you thinking, Eve? We trusted you to go to your Rema’s, have a fun vacation with your sister for the summer, and not be called out in the middle of the night to search for you and rescue you from inside a mountain you were told never to go anywhere near. What is wrong with you?” My dad is yelling at my sister, his voice echoing through the dimly lit sitting room and echoing around the hall. He's trying to keep his cool and simmer the bristling rage I can feel coming from him in droves while my friends and I stand over here against the wall, waiting for it to be our turn. Inwardly uptight and fidgeting like crazy, eyes on the floor because I know his anger will come our way soon.Both my parents and my grandparents are beyond mad at us, and having to be hauled out of that dark, eerie place when help finally arrived has left me rattled. It was an awful experience, even if I am totally regretful about ever going there and getting into that mess when I had tried to re

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“Eve..” My mom sighs. Pinching the bridge of her nose as though she has a stress headache beginning, and I want to smother my sister into silence. This isn’t a new complaint.“No, really, mom? What future…. the one where we’re suffocated with over-protection and our option in life is to find a mate that befits children of the Alpha and go on to reproduce forever more….. that’s it for us, in this little bubble of safety... As a femme, I’m not even next in line for Alpha; our baby uncle is. Even though I’m the firstborn and the most powerful, he’s the one with a penis…. He’s not even full-blood but noooo…. Lunas carry the lineage, so of course, Rema had a boy, and you didn’t, so the fates reverted it to her second born. Limited by rules and boundaries where even my own powers have been tied down, so I cannot use them to their full extent….. We’re prisoners who have to obey, and this isn’t a life….. What if I wanted more?.... What if I wanted to see the world, become something great…not

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Having my mom look at me that way hurts my heart, like she just shunted a blade deep into my chest, and even though it's easier to let Eve take the fall, it's not who I am. I knew what I was doing. The anger shouldn’t all be aimed at her, even though it would be easy to let her take the brunt of it.“You three…go. Your parents are waiting for you in the main hallway to take you back. I can sense them. You’re not my children to discipline, but as your Luna, I'm really angry with you. I trust their punishments will suffice. Even if Eve and Eden instigated this, you don’t have to follow. Go.” My mom’s tired, beyond mad at the point of simmering, and unable to really verbalize her rage. It’s almost midnight, and it’s been one of the longest days of my life. My bed is screaming for me, and I’m itchy with the dirt and grime covering my hair, body, and clothes. It smells like burnt hair and feels like greasy ash.“I’m sorry, Mom. I really am.”“At least one of you is….. that has to be someth

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7 years later – aged 19“Wow, this is gorgeous. How have I never seen you wear this?” Toya tugs out the long, darkest green, almost black velvet cloak from my box on the bed and spreads it over her lap to admire the intricate, delicate embroidery around the oversized hood and the long trim. It’s one of my prized possessions.“I think walking around with a full-on witch’s cloak might be a bit much. I'm already the weird freak, wolfless witch in this camp. Besides, Leyanne gave it to me, and I don’t want to ruin it. It’s too pretty to drag through mud and snag on branches.” I point out, as I move around, the items on the bookcase to make this new room feel like home.It's a small and airy little bedroom with everything I need while I study to become a healer in the infirmary. Knowing herbs and medicine in witchcraft is one thing, but learning about human anatomy and their medicine is a whole new adventure once I am ready to undertake the task under the guidance of the Doctor in charge.

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Toya shrugs. Knowing my dilemma all too well, as she has too, having failed to find a man she wants to be with long-term. No one meets her high standards, and no one can match her dominant boyish energy. I don’t know how wolves manage to find the ‘one’ in a pack, even a pack as huge as ours. “Guess you won’t know if you don’t try. But then I guess that means you could hurt him more than refusing him now if it doesn’t pan out…he’s been your loyal puppy for as many years as we drew breath.”“Which is what is holding me back.” I've always known Simon liked me, and part of me felt secure in that fact, enjoying having him around to shield me from interested boys in the past. Not that there are any now. No one wants a defective wolfless femme whose only gifts are healing children and getting random visions that never make much sense. I’m moving close to twenty, an age where being un-wolved is completely unheard of. Even the latest turners do it before now.A squeal in the hallway drags our

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“Get your hands off, my sister, before I rip your internal organs out and wear them like a necklace.”Eve's terrifying dark tone, the venom in her voice, has me turning to see red blazing eyes, fangs, and claws making an appearance, and the hallways fall deathly silent. Her rage at them handling me is evident, and the hall seems to fall creepily still.We all know you don’t poke the bear, and some even move back a little to give her room. Enough of this pack has been on the receiving end of my sister to send a tremor of fear through anyone who would intervene.“I’m fine….. it’s okay…Eve, stand down…. Look, let's just get this over and done with. I can do it if it clears this up and proves you’re not a liar.” I know I can only diffuse this by giving them what they want and, in some way, defending my sister. I hate anyone starting on my blood.Hating that I'm like some performing seal, I turn back to Dev with all the enthusiasm of a wet rag, lift my hand to his temple, and close my eyes

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