Beyond The Edge of Instincts

Chapter 8: The First Transformation

Miles jotted something down in his notebook.

"All right. And before that? Where were you? Who were you with?"

Luna frowned, trying to focus. Her memories were hazy, but faces flashed before her eyes—Alex, Max, Nick. What could she even tell him?

"I... I was at someone's house. I don't know how it all ended. Everything is so confusing," she finally said.

"Someone's house? Who? What's his name?" Miles leaned forward, his gaze sharpening.

"Alex..." Luna whispered, feeling a wave of unease rise inside her.

Miles made another note, his brows lifting slightly.

"Alex. Good. Last name? Where were you?"

Luna tensed up, feeling like she couldn't continue.

"I don't remember. Please, it's really hard for me to piece it all together."

But Miles wasn't about to let her off the hook so easily. He knew there was something critical hidden in her words.

"Do you remember who was with you? You said you weren't alone. How many people? Were they in danger?"

Luna sighed heavily, frustration mounting inside her.

"I'm not sure... I don't even know what happened there. It's all like a fog."

"Luna, this is important," Miles pressed gently but firmly. "Timing matters. Who else was there? Max? Did anyone threaten you?"

"Enough!" Luna suddenly snapped, clenching her teeth against the pain and exhaustion. Her heart raced, and her head began spinning again. "I can't! I feel awful. I'm tired, and nothing in my head makes sense!"

Miles paused for a moment, observing her reaction. He knew pushing too hard now was risky, but he needed at least part of the truth. Raising his hands in a gesture of truce, he spoke calmly.

"All right, Luna. I'm sorry. I understand. You need time," he said, tucking his notebook back into his pocket. "Rest. But we'll talk later, okay?"

Luna turned her gaze away in silence, feeling the panic rising within her. She needed time to think, but she knew Miles would eventually return for answers.

Luna stayed in the hospital for two more days. The doctors were baffled by her remarkably fast recovery, unable to find any logical explanation. Bruises and cuts healed faster than they should have for a normal person. They exchanged glances but kept quiet, realizing the phenomenon was beyond their understanding.

While regaining her strength, strange fragments began surfacing in her mind: images of enormous beasts, like nightmares. Werewolves, their terrifying claws, the fight, the screams... But she convinced herself it was just her brain conjuring fantasies after the head trauma. "It's just nonsense. A concussion... nothing more," Luna repeated to herself.

On the third day, Detective Miles returned. He entered the room uninvited, as persistent and focused as ever. This time, Luna was prepared for him. She met his gaze coldly, sitting upright on the bed, ready for another interrogation.

"So, Detective?" she began sharply, not hiding her irritation. "Back to drag out nonexistent answers?"

Miles stopped momentarily, his face remaining impassive.

"I need more information, Luna. I know you remember something. It could be crucial for the investigation."

"Crucial for what?" Luna scoffed, her voice turning sharper. "I was nearly killed, and you're acting like it's my fault! I was attacked, barely survived, and now you're trying to drag me into some bizarre case!"