I never knew exactly how my brother Keir and his friends met. If I asked then it was always a different story those in those days they only knew me as Ky's ward and not his child. Funny that the truth has come to light one could argue he was just that even though the story was he was good friends with my father who knows he very well might be. I would ask them of course qnd each obe would give me a different story each time. I believe to this day it was as much to tease me as to entertain me with wild tales.
I still remember the day I found out about Dallan's secret to his people it was proof he was the one they had been looking for. The one who would unite the packs and bring them together so they would be nomads no more. He didn't view it that way he viewed it as always having to face the monster. The proof being in the reflection of his monstrous form no matter what outside form he wore. I think if one is faced with such a thing long enough they begin to wonder what it makes them.
I was walking by and most the time he avoided mirrors but this day I just happened to catch him staing in the mirror. I moved towards him confused on what had drawn his attention. The lines on his face drawn down into a frown as I stepped behind him. The reflection in the mirror causing my eyes to grow large in confusion just as he caught site of my reflection as well. He reached out and grabbed my hand before I had a chance to flee. "Who are you?"
I stuttered in surprise I was so used to blended in unseen I hadn't expected that reaction. So, I took a step back and collided into the nearby plant as I yanked away my hand speaking softly as I landed with a thump, pulling the plant on top of me. "Everleigh."
He stared at me as I stared up at him. "Ever? Ky's ward?" He reached down and took my hand yanking me to my feet. "Well damn." He said as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I didn't mean to startle you its just I don't normally let people see that."
I nodded my head as I looked up at him. "You mean the werewolf right?"
He nodded as he looked at me as if considering something for a moment before he finally decided to speak. "Do you think that a mirror reflects the soul? And* if it does what does that say about me?"
There was something about his tone that made me feel for him. I had never thought of my brothers' friends as vulnerable. I had heard so many stories about them and even met a few of them before this. I looked at him as I reached out and ran my finger down his cheek. Normally, I hated touching people I didn't know. But, he just seemed to so sad. "I think it reflects something what that is who knows. But, I think that perhaps we can make it show us what we think the world wants us to see. That is why sometimes all people see is the bad. I don't know if that makes sense."
He stared at me as if confused but I think he got it. I just don't think anyone had ever said anything like it before. "I see. So, if people say that is what I am suppose to see I see it. Because some part of me believes?"
I nodded my head. "Yep. I know that not everyone can do that. But, I think those that are really strong can. I believe those that are strong can be influenced by others view and make things happen until the day they realize their on power and then they change it to make it what they believe and crave their own path. But, I am a bit odd."
He laughed. "Yes, you are. However, I think odd might just be a good thing." He reached out and tugged on one of the curls falling down my face. "You are a mystery."
I blushed as I looked back at him. "That is what they tell me."
"I don't know if you are right or not. But, I love the theory. Because it means some day that I will be able to look in the mirror and see what I want and not what they want."
"One can hope. I figure if I can make people see what I want on the outside why can't you someday make the reflection match your desires instead of others." I replied.
"Outside?" He looked at me confusion on his face.
I nodded rarely letting others see me without the glamour. I let it drop because he needed to see the scars. He blinked as he looked at me. "See."
He took a step forward and traced the line of my cheek. "I think you are beautiful."
He was the first person outside my family to say so and I stared at him like he was an alien before taking a step back. "Shut up." And I ran out the door as fast as my feet could carry me however it wouldn't be the last time I saw him. He would become the father of my son and the daughter that I lost.
It was this fct that caused me to bring him a goodbye gift. That and the fact that I do love him and well miss him. I placed my favorite hand held mirror on his bed along with a note that read: We are what we make ourselves to be. Do you become the leader they want you to be or do you take a different path one of your choosing? Before you decide go to the pits and see the truth and choose a path. But, make sure whatever you decide what you can live with what you see in the mirror. Good bye. Love, Ever.