Part Wolf

Rejected

That fateful day began as one of the most beautiful days of her life. She couldn't wait to get out of boarding school. Her mother was coming to pick her up.

Elize waited at the gates of the convent school eagerly, straining her legs to see beyond the curve that led to the main road. She must be here anytime soon, Elize thought. A slight wind passed through her straight black hair, tickling her. She laughed aloud.

Bored, she walked around the garden that she loved so much. It was huge, with a fountain in the middle of it. It had the statue of the Virgin Mary looking down at the ground. Water sprouted up from her extended hands.

Elize lingered around the fountain, looking at the little birds that were lavishing around the bath.

Chirp chirp.

A little blue bird came towards her, hopping on its tiny little legs.

Chirp chirp.

"Here, birdy-birdy," Elize cooed at the bird with her little extended hands, tempting it to come near. She looked around for the grains that the nuns kept somewhere in the garden to feed the birds. She couldn't find it. Her face fell. She pushed her hands inside the pocket of her shorts in annoyance.

"Ouch!" She exclaimed in pain.

Something had bit her right hand. She took it out to examine. There, she could see a black mark slowly forming. It stung.

Honk Honk.

Elize whipped her head around in joy, forgetting the mark. It was her mother's car! She turned around with a huge smile on her face.
"Mommy!!" She ran, screaming with laughter while running towards the school gate. Her bags were already there. She had dragged it there with her little hands an hour ago.

Marium stepped out of the red wagon. The evening sun fell on her, illuminating her usually dark brown hair in a reddish glow. She had a huge smile on her face. She was seeing her little kid after six whole months.

The two hugged for quite some time. Both relishing the comfort of each other's company. The mother held her daughter apart to have a good look at her. Elize was a beautiful kid. She had pitch-black hair, straight and smooth that fell up to her chest, which was so unlike her hair which got wavier each day. Her grey eyes sparkled, in contrast to her tanned skin. She was a bit scrawny for an eleven-year-old, but she carried it with the grace of a peacock. Her tiny little frame grew each time Marium saw her. She was growing up too fast right before her very eyes.

Marium hugged her daughter one last time before nudging her towards the passenger seat, asking her to get on. They had to start if they wanted to reach home before midnight.

The long winding path that connected the forested lands of the convent school and the nearby town was narrow. Snaking its path through the hills only one lane was open to each direction.
It would take at least an hour to reach the town.

Miley Cyrus was playing 'the seven things I hate about you' on the stereo. Elize was singing along loud and moving her head back and forth as if she were in a concert, from the passenger's seat. Marium couldn't stop laughing.

She sped up the car.

"Mommy?" Elize looked at her mom, innocently.

"Yes, hon?"

The little kid cocked her head to the side and extended her palm towards her mother, as if to show her something. Marium turned her head towards her daughter. Her eyes widened in shock.

She could see it clearly- a sigil was forming slowly but steadily on the right palm of her daughter- the sigil of the marked. She'd know it anywhere. She'd seen it before on someone she knew on the Island. The mark of magic claiming a witch as it's own. Marium couldn't take her eyes off it, she was horrified. This could be fatal to her daughter. Her blood-