Silverweed: a supernatural fairy tale by Vann Dorlana

Author:Vann, Dorlana [Vann, Dorlana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pixie Punk Press
Published: 2010-11-19T23:00:00+00:00

As he entered the kitchen, he realized it felt different now. He wasn’t surprised that he felt uneasy around Aiden; he didn’t really know him. Hadn’t seen him in years. All he remembered about him was that Aiden had been a dorky little kid that he had been stuck playing with for a full weekend when all he had wanted to do was go to his friend’s birthday party.

That Aiden was staring at him now like he was some kind of freak was to be expected. He glared back at him, letting Aiden know that he didn’t appreciate being gawked at. Aiden turned his head immediately.

Scarlet sat beside Aiden at the breakfast table. “How are you feeling?”

“Are you wanting to know if I feel like a werewolf?”

“Look,” she growled, “you don’t have to get defensive. I didn’t mean anything except that you look tired. This has been a big ordeal, I know.”

“Sorry. Where are the muffins?”

Aiden jumped up and grabbed the basket of muffins off of the counter and put them on the table. He didn’t sit back down but backed up and stood behind Diesel. Diesel could hear him breathing through his nose.

Diesel picked up a muffin and examined it. Funny, it was so familiar yet so odd. He had helped his mom make the muffins for as long as he could remember. She had told him they were medicine, but to him they had looked like cupcakes. After begging for one, his mom had finally given in. He had never asked for one again.

Even though he knew exactly what it tasted like, he smelled it. He took a bite and gagged on the sweet, awful taste of grass. “How much did you put in here?”

“I followed the recipe,” Aiden said.

Scarlet picked one up, smelled it, and made a face before returning it to the plate. “We need to decide what we’re going to do. We have her upstairs, and now you’re hurt.”

“I’m not hurt. I’m a werewolf.”

He heard Aiden shuffle behind him and mumble, “I’m going to my room.”

“Stop saying that!” Scarlet stomped her foot. “We don’t know that for sure.”

“Well, maybe I shouldn’t eat this, so we can find out. Do you want that?” He threw the muffin across the floor. “I’m tired of you telling me that things are not true. Open your eyes, Scarlet! You can’t be that stupid. If it hadn’t been for you, they might not be dead.” He tried to stay calm, but his voice cracked. “If I wouldn’t have listened to you, they’d still be alive.”

The look on her face told him he had gone too far. When she walked out of the kitchen, he called after her but really didn’t want her to turn around. They both needed a little space.

He picked up another muffin and took a bite, forcing it down his throat. He stared at it, the only thing giving away its powers were the wilted green sprigs that speckled the inside of the bitten area. But how much power did it have? He was bigger and younger than his grandmother.

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