"Fucking werewolves!" I muttered under my breath, walking into the backroom looking for Draydon.
"What's up Kovan?" Draydon looked away from his soldering iron looking at me with concern.
"Fucking werewolves. Coming into my shop demanding that I sell all of my iron to them!" I sighed angrily sitting down into the chair next to Draydon's workstation.
"Why would they need over 96 pieces of iron anyways Kov?" Draydon looked at me shrugging his shoulders. "They're werewolves. Iron kills them, Dray!" I sighed out loudly.
"I only got this shop if I promised to get rid of every piece of iron that comes my way!" I gritted my teeth, telling Dray rubbing my face with my hands tiredly.
"Fucking werewolves, I hate them Kov!" Draydon mumbled my way, walking out of the workshop muttering to himself. I combed my hair harshly with my hand, looking in the direction that Draydon left shaking my head.
Maybe I need to look for a shop in a different location, I thought to myself, I don't need Draydon clashing with the werewolves. Hell, I don't even want to clash with the werewolves, not after what they did to my tribe. I shake my head angrily at the thought.
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*My memory*
It was in the middle of the summer solstice, the time where bear shifters come from all over the world to bask in the village of Water blue meadow. It was what me and my tribe used to do every summer solstice. I was always ecstatic when hearing my mother's soft voice say, "Darling Kovan, it's time to visit the water blue meadow."
She always used to pat my head in affection, my long brown hair that used to fall to my knees. Mother liked keeping my hair long. "It is bear shifter tradition, for the males to keep their hair long it shows strength" She always used to tell me when she brushed my hair, wrapping black leather into it to keep it from getting in my face.
I loved my mother with all my heart and soul, as did everyone that came to blue water meadow. My mother was a goddess, she was very beautiful with long dark brown hair that fell like tendrils down her back. She was always adorned with jewels, yellow in colour and the likeness of honey to them.
They sparkled like a thousand suns; it always made me smile seeing her twirl admiring her treasures. I loved when my mother hugged me and reassured me that nothing would ever come to hurt me, the way she hugged me tight as she said those words to me, I love you, my little warrior cub the way she used to kiss my forehead and caress my cheek affectionately. The way she smelt, like sweet honey and jasmine. She was wonderful my mother, oh she was truly wonderful.
My father thought so as well, as he used to say, I love your mother dearly, she is my sweetness, my one and only sun. The way he used to say those words to me, whilst watching her dance in the meadow, throwing her arms in the air watching as the flowers danced along with her song. My father and I were completely and utterly infatuated with her. My mother, the goddess of light and salvation.
