"What are you?" He asks me, breaking the silence. I am quite shocked by this question. Mostly because I don't even know how to answer it.
"Werewolf. I think... And you are a vampire," I state. He nods.
"You don't smell like a werewolf." He lifts his...
I don't know what to do. A lump has formed in my throat as if I'm being choked merely by the pressed atmosphere.
"No, she's not a werewolf," a piercing voice says, penetrating the room. I recognize it as Dom's, and a small sigh of relief escapes me.
"But she clearly just said," the same voice who accused me of being a werewolf says, but is cut off by Dom. I dare turn around a bit, and see, that the voice belongs to Farlan, who is now acussingly pointing at me with one of his fingers.
"Yes, but it's a long story, and we will explain. But she is NOT a wolf," Dom bites back, clearly not happy that I was accused of such a thing. I do feel a bit bad, however, because I clearly indicated it, so they aren't wrong for assuming it. They all stand quiet for some time, not really moving or doing anything other than sending Dom and me sceptic glances in turn.
"Alright, let's all just sit down, shall we?" Alasdair then bellows out while clapping his hands together, successfully startling us all out of our thoughts. I'm happy he doesn't seem as distrustful, even though this is just as much news to him. I send him a little forced smile, and then we all slowly walk over to the sofas again. Dom and I sit together on one, Alasdair on his own, and Farlan and Isobel sit side by side in front of us.
"Explain then," Farlan says while holding Isobel's hand and still giving me a calculating stare. I clear my throat, feeling a little nervous with all eyes on me. I look over to Dom for reassurance, which he gives me in the form of a small smile and nod.
"So, this is going to sound confusing, because, honestly, it is," I preface the story with, before continuing.
"Not more than about one and a half months ago, I believed myself to be a werewolf - I lived in a pack of about 300 members, and I had a wolf form." I notice Farlan wring his nose in disgust, as Isobel looks up at him, a bit more curious, but not quite sure how to react.
"That all changed when the son of the Alpha decided to rape my little sister. I attacked him to save her, but was exiled and hunted by my own father since no one believed me." I feel my nails dig into the palms of my hands out of rage. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to try and get my emotions under control. When I open them again, Alasdair is looking at me with pity in my eyes, and Dom squeezes my thigh in comfort, and to get me to continue.
"Another rogue werewolf named Kai... "helped" me, I guess," I continue, but has to stop, since I have no idea how to explain the following events, without sounding like a complete lunatic.
"So he brought me up to this big stone, where a single wish would be granted to whoever touched it, or something." I look down at my hands while explaining, and feel myself shake my head and furrow my brows, as I try to both understand the events myself, but also figuring out how to retell them.
"My wolf, Hera, wished for her and me to be split into two bodies, which then happened. A lot of things happened after this. Noteworthily, Dom found us and stalked us for a bit, saving me once from getting raped myself." At this, I hear Isobel gasp, and I look up to meet her eyes, which are filled with sympathy. Farlan still sits defensively but looks to be slowly softening up.
"Well, it turned out that Kai was a backstabbing piece of shit, who had tricked us into some sort of cult ritual, where we would be sacrificed by three druids out in the woods," I then spit out with venom, at the memories of his betrayal. I notice how Farlan's eyebrows rise in surprise at this.
"Anyway, I found out while I was bound to this altar, about to be killed, that I am a Banshee. So somehow I managed to scream and kill these banshees, but not before Kai and Hera had run merely off, leaving me to die alone." Isobel and Farlan exchange a worried glance, as I mention my nature, and Alasdair looks very sad on my behalf.
"After this, Dom came and got me, and persuaded me to flee with him, since a manhunt had now officially been put on my head due to the scream. I agreed, and then we planned to seek sanctuary at the vampire council at the group of vampires, that Dom was a part of." I continue, now more confident, as the attention is averted to Dom now.
"This of course couldn't go right either, since we were abducted and taken to them before we could go there ourselves. The council would under no circumstances allow me to live, so they threw me in a cell devoid of light and sound for about a month, before we managed to break me out of there and escape." As I continue mentioning one misfortune after the other, the brows of my audience rise further and further up their forehead, and honestly, I can't blame them. I doubt I would have believed even a word if it wasn't because I had literally been the one experiencing all this.
"So, we escaped and fled to Scotland, and once here, I became so fed up and furious, that all of this had even happened to me when I had done nothing wrong, and that I have to keep running." I can't keep the rage and sneer out of my voice at this point.
"I won't run anymore, I am so fucking sick and tired of it. And I hate all of the people who put me through this shit. They deserve to be killed, so that's what I'm going to them," I finish off in a chilling but also determined voice. They all sit slack-jawed looking at me, surely not quite certain what to believe, but they do seem to believe in my conviction, as Alasdair chimes in,
"And we'll help ye." He looks over at Farlan, who still seems confused.
"Right?" Alasdair then asks, looking intently at Farlan, who then clears his throat and regains his posture. He looks over at Dom, who looks just as mad as I feel right now. Then Farlan nods.
"We'll help. For Dom."
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