BETA EYES [ENG]

3

Allison's P.O.V.

I woke up with difficulty: my eyelids were heavy, and I felt warmer than usual. My body didn’t seem the same—it was... different. The sensation of my legs, the color of things, the perception of touch, the smell, and the hearing... everything felt... strange, as if I wasn't myself anymore.

I yawned and, with my eyes half-closed, looked around, trying to distinguish the things around me. I was lying on a straw bed, and curtains made of leaves surrounded me. There was a blanket on me, and I glimpsed the paw where my wound had been, now healed. Wait... PAW?

I realized that I was no longer in the forest and was completely alone. But what was driving me crazy was that instead of a hand, I had a paw.

I tried to get up, but the result was a groan of effort. Just trying to move a muscle exhausted me immediately.

A gray she-wolf approached me, noticing I was waking up. She had bright light yellow eyes, slightly almond-shaped if you looked closely, and her fur was gray with some white and brown shades. I began to panic, thinking she was going to attack me, so I thrashed around on the bed. But the she-wolf showed no signs of aggression; she appeared calm and serene.

"Oh, oh, oh, calm down. You're not fully recovered yet, and..." The she-wolf stopped mid-sentence when she saw my face. Her expression turned uneasy and worried. "Oh my god... I-I’m going to call O-O-Omund."

She disappeared from my sight, darting away at full speed. I was shocked by the she-wolf's words. Was I dreaming? Was any of this real? How could a wolf talk to me!?

I remained lying on the bed, convinced that this was all a dream. A horribly realistic dream. I tried to get down, but with no success, and soon grew tired of making futile attempts.

After about fifteen minutes, a black wolf, followed by the gray she-wolf, came toward me. His eyes... were like those at the high school party... orange, a bit reddish.

"What’s your name?" He asked, in a serious and rigid tone.

He was as serious as anyone could be: no emotions, passive.

I tried to speak, but my mouth felt different, my tongue too. I felt restricted, and it was frustrating. I tried to say my name, but a whine came out instead. Anyway, why was I even trying to speak to wolves?

"Omund, I told you, it's her first transformation! She hasn’t gotten used to her new form yet," the she-wolf behind him said.

"Omund, have you seen? She’s half Omega and half Beta! What kind of hybrid is she?" Omund replied, addressing the gray she-wolf.

"Maybe we shouldn’t take her to the Alpha..." suggested the she-wolf, Kira. "We can let her go or hide her. I don’t want you killing any more wolves. We’ve had fourteen Omega hunts this week... I’m tired of seeing dead wolves everywhere."

"Instead, we’ll deliver her to the Alpha. I’d rather stay in the pack than be exiled just to hide an Omega," Omund retorted, twisting his jaw.

"She’s also a Beta. Maybe the Alpha will accept her," Kira replied.

"That’s why I’m going to check," Omund said. "But don’t expect the Alpha to accept her."

"Wh-wh-where am I?" I tried to ask, though my words weren’t very clear.

Kira looked at me quizzically for a few seconds, then smiled as she understood the question and replied:

"You’re in the 'Beta Eyes' pack."

Huh?! Oh, sure, now I’m less confused than before... I thought, exasperated.

I found the strength I hadn’t felt until then and managed to get up on all fours. They were trembling, and seemed as thin as blades of grass. I was definitely dreaming... what other logical explanation was there? But if this was a dream, why was I thinking so clearly? I was asking myself questions that a person usually wouldn’t ask in a dream. Where are Amy and Lilly? Why am I here? Why do I feel so different and small? Why am I talking to wolves?! And what are Betas and Omegas?! And who is the Alpha?