His Possession

11: Exercise & Information

"Exercise is therapy."

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As usual, I woke up with the sun shining directly into my eyes, causing me to squint and grumble in annoyance. I groggily glanced at the alarm clock positioned next to me, and my heart nearly skipped a beat as I read the time. It was already 8:45 a.m. Panic surged through my veins, and I shot out of bed like a rocket, frantically realising that I was running late. This was becoming a recurring theme in my life, and if I kept it up, I'd be jeopardising more lives than I could save.

In a hurry, I dashed into the bathroom, snatching my toothbrush in a state of frenzy. However, as I stood there, toothbrush in hand, I suddenly froze mid-action, my mind registering the unfamiliar surroundings.

The luxurious white and black bathroom before me bore no resemblance to the one in my own humble abode. "You've got to be kidding me," I groaned, the realisation hitting me like a ton of bricks. Memories of recent events flooded my mind like a tumultuous storm, and I let out a crazed chuckle. "I'm at the pack house," I muttered to myself, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. "It's been three days, and I'm still not used to it."

Gathering myself, I proceeded to brush my teeth and take a quick shower, wanting to make the most of the limited time I had left. I threw on a comfortable outfit consisting of black leggings and a black hoodie, matching the shades of my soul. Descending the stairs in search of breakfast, I unintentionally collided with a tall figure, none other than Tyson, as I entered the kitchen. "Sorry," I hastily apologised, attempting to maneuver around him.

"Let me guess, you thought you were late for work again, didn't you?" Nova's voice rang out from behind, tinged with amusement. She stood there, enjoying her cereal, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. I couldn't help but wonder how she knew that.

"How did you know?" I questioned, genuinely curious, while Tyson, with a hint of smugness, retrieved something from the fridge.

"You have that look plastered all over your face," Tyson chimed in, taking a casual sip of his water. "The look of... stupidity," he added, pausing for effect.

Nova erupted into laughter, almost spitting out her food. Irritated, I shot them an icy glare before grabbing a bowl of cereal to quell the hunger gnawing at my insides. "It's been three days, and you're still not used to it?" Nova quizzed, finally recovering from her fit of laughter.

I shrugged nonchalantly as I poured milk into the bowl, "I guess my body just needs more time to adjust. Besides, it's only temporary. We'll be heading back home soon enough, so there's no point in getting too comfortable here."

"That's true," Nova concurred, nodding her head sagely. "They're having a meeting today to discuss the eradication of the rogue werewolves encroaching upon our borders," she informed me casually.

I simply nodded, engrossed in my cereal consumption. Tyson interjected, playfully cautioning, "Slow down, tiger. At this rate, you'll choke." Taking a sip of his water, he added, "During these past three days, I've come to know you, or at least get used to your presence."

I rolled my eyes, his persistent flirtations never ceasing to annoy me. "Don't flatter yourself," I retorted, raising my middle finger as a gesture of my disdain.

He responded, unfazed by my gesture, a smirk playing on his lips, "I'm quite skilled with my fingers, especially the middle one." His words held a suggestive undertone, and I could feel my patience waning. If he didn't back off soon, I might just have to kick him so hard that he'd become infertile.

"That's disgusting, and it's something I didn't need to know," I snapped, my irritation mounting.

"What? I was merely expressing my proficiency in typing. If you ever need assistance, you know who to call," he retorted, smirking mischievously.