The Road to Adaline

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The sun was beating through my bedroom windows forcing me to wake up. My eyes felt heavy with sleep and my leg was throbbing. I groaned, ibuprofen was going to be a necessity today. The events of last night flooded my brain in an instant. Who the hell was that guy? Oh My God I hope I didn't kill him. Could it even trace back to me? Technically speaking I did not touch him so dna might not be an issue. I wonder if he stays a wolf in death as well.

I am not naive to Werewolves, though I do not know too much about them. My Mom-mom is more knowledgeable in those areas. I know people presume them to be pretty rare anymore. I also know it was witches that created them, although the reason why I am still unsure. The other question nagging my mind was why he thought I was Adaline from the past, Even witches don't live forever. And why the man named Abraham would be pleased to see me?

Feeling defeated, I knew I needed to speak with my grandmother. This was not something I could handle myself. Despite the horrible pain from the bite in my leg, I decide to remain firm in my plan to go out to the Rosewood historical site. Which is conveniently 10 minutes away from the Rosewood Museum. I was curious to know if the book the man from the restaurant said he read yesterday was even real. My gut was telling me it was not. Before checking the bus times I picked up the phone and rang my Mom-mom. It rang 3 times before I heard her familiar "Hello" over the speaker.

"Hi Mom-mom" For some reason my voice cracked when I said her name. All the stresses of the past week spilled out like a surprise water leak. I stifled a sob.

"Aw honey, what is wrong talk to me." My Mom-moms soothing tone comforted me. I sighed deeply and tried to gather myself. I began telling her about my dreams and the incident walking home from work. My Mom-mom expelled a loud gasp when I went over the part about the man turning into a wolf, muttering holy shit under her breath.

"Adaline something very serious is coming I can feel it in my bones, we need to figure something out. Not all wolves are bad, I knew one once many years ago. But your powers awakening to their full strength so quickly, and Adaline speaking with you through time, it's unheard of. I will go to Bloomsburg and visit my sisters. They have some old family books passed through the generations. I will see what I can find." My Mom-mom sounded firm and ready, a lioness hunting her prey.

"Oh and Adaline, promise me you will be careful, my old heart could not bear to lose you too." She tries to make her words sound lighthearted, but I hear her choke on the last sentence. I feel bad for involving her in such serious matters. She was getting older, but I had no one else to turn to about things like this. I imagine trying to call my best friend, Liz, at college. Oh hey—crazy wolves are after me and my dead great great great great aunt was talking to me in my head. She'd think I was a lunatic.

"Always Mom-mom, thank you for helping...and worrying. I love you."

"I love you too honey, take it easy today" She replied and hung up the phone. I get up and resign myself to my afternoon adventure. Hoping, it would not be in vain.

The online bus schedule said the next one towards Rosewood historical area was at 2:07pm. It was currently 1:30. I cringed. I definitely slept in today. Oh well, I had a rough night ya know? Shaking my head I hurried to get ready so there was no chance of missing the bus. I winced as the shower hit the wound on my leg. I made sure to clean it well, threw on some jeans and a black T-shirt, and headed out the door with ten minutes to spare.

The bus ride felt like an eternity. The smell of body odor and dust made it worse. To my advantage, it was rather empty today. With only one other person, a round middle-aged guy, sitting a few seats up from me. I was trying to avoid people since the incident, not really in the mood to converse with others. The Rosewood Historical site was breathtaking, surrounded by thick forest and multi-colored flowers adorned the walk up to the entrance of the main building. I exited the bus and began heading in that direction, hoping to find a map of some kind. Maybe they had some fact sheets about the original settlers who lived here previously, I was sincerely hoping for some names and dates at least. My first impression of the Main Park Building was that it was extremely organized, and they must pick their employees out of sports illustrated. There were two women in there, tall and slender. The one behind the counter was blonde and tanned, her face resembled that of an old Hollywood starlet. She was a natural beauty. The other had auburn hair and was equally as beautiful but in more of a warrior princess type of way. She smiled at me as I walked in.