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Chapter 12; Kamren

 Chapter 12; Kamren

 Let’s just say that when I wake up, I’m really friggen surprised. 

“Hello?” I question, staring at the figure in my room and sitting up from the bed. A bed that is not my bed. I scrunch my eyebrows together in annoyance. That would be the third time this week, that I wake up in a bed, and it’s not mine. I mean, might as well say I’m a slut, the way I keep ending up in a different bed. Except that I’m a virgin, but you know, whatever to that. 

Oh my god, I am going to die a virgin.

Wait- I’m getting away from the point.

“Hello?” I repeat when the figure continues staring out the barred window and doesn’t react to my voice. Seriously? A barred window?

“Oh Kamren! You’re up.” My mother turned and smiled at me, as if it was the most normal thing to do in the world.  ”Well, sorta.”

“Uh, mom?” I practically squeak, my toes touching the fuzzy carpet on the ground. Ew, why are my toes out? I look down at myself and realize that I was not dressed the way I was when I was-kidnapped. Of course, I was wearing the ugliest of all dresses, and we all know that I don’t like dressing up in a skirt most of the time, never mind this ugly ass dress. It was five different shades of yellow, my least favorite color in the entire universe.

My leg was burning, my face was burning. I felt like everything was burning. 

“Your dad is out doing what ever he does, except now he has Greg following him everywhere, as if it’s going to lead him right back to Audrey.”  My mother frowned for a minute before shooting me another smile.  I’m sorry, I should rephrase that. I meant my dead mother.

“You died.” 

That’s all I could say. All the anger and sadness I felt after she left me, and the only thing I could say was that she died. Way to go me. 

“Yes. I did. That was a really long time ago. I’m surprised you can even remember.” She laughed, so carefree. “You had such a bad memory.” 

“I still have a bad memory. I don’t think anyone could forget that their parents died though.” I tossed at her, trying to break her laid back attitude. Who did she think she was, shoving all these sad memories back at me?

“Well people with amnesia…” Mom trailed off, giggling as she did. Weird. 

“Okay, what is the matter with you? Where are we? Why am I even here? Did I die already?” I shot out questions, annoyed. “The mom I knew, no offence-I loved you. I loved you and dad. But you did not act like this.”

“I’m happy here. But listen, you’re already waking up.”

“Waking up? What do you mean waking up?”

“You’re just dreaming, silly. Did you really think that I came back from the dead? We’re werewolves, not vampires.” My mom sprouted some humor. I’m definitely dead. “I’ve been watching over you, as totally cliche as that sounds. But I need you to take the cure, beg for it if you have to. You don’t have a lot of time. Alayna-” My mom cut, giving me an apologetic look before my view was black for point two seconds. Then I was staring up at a dirty white ceiling. 

“It took you forever to wake up. I splashed that water on you five minutes ago.” A male voice grumbled, making me look to my left where I saw Alpha Jacobsen sitting in a chair like he owned the place. 

“Sorry for my inconvenience.” I gave him a dirty look and rolled my eyes, sitting up in the bed. I was still wearing the ugly dress. You think that when I was dreaming, I would have dreamed of something pretty, but no. My dreams stink. The world stinks. Alpha Jacobsen stinks for putting this on me. Why does he even have dresses anyway?