I began to head back to the training area, taking in my surroundings as I went. My tail still felt awkward, with being there and all. It was all Moone's fault, I reminded myself, and soon, Moone would be dead. Training would help me make sure of that.
I saw Christina standing in the middle of the training area, waiting patiently. I approached her, and training began.
We trained for hours, with me trying to get used to turning from human - or whatever the heck I was - to lion. Lemme just tell you, it was not easy in any way, shape, or form. Still, when sunset came, Christina told me that I could return my house until tomorrow. I nodded and headed off back to my house.
There were a lot of trees, and a lot of opportunities for things to be snagged on the branches. When I was walking, I saw one of these items. It was a jet black colored cloak, just sitting there. It was a little ripped at the very bottom, but other than that, it looked fine. I lifted the cloak carefully off of the branch, putting it onto myself. From a few seconds observation, I could tell that I looked kind of nice in it. I then carried on my way, feeling the cloak brush against the ground every few seconds.
Eventually, I reached the house, and walked in. Lillian and Isabelle hadn't arrived yet, so I headed to the room of bookshelves, returning to the book that I had left off on. I still wore the cloak, finding a comfort in having it near me. It was like a sort of protection, I guess that you could say.
The door opened an hour or two later - I wasn't really keeping track of the time - and both Lillian and Isabelle walked in. I looked at the page number, remembered it, shut my book, and went to go greet them. They looked exhausted, sweat dripping down their faces at a rapid pace. I saved the questions for later, grabbing a water bottle for the each of them and passing them on to them.
Some time later, they were cooled enough to speak.
"What happened?" I asked.
"We went hunting, but the prey was large, and we had to flee. They ran at us, and.... That's pretty much it." Lillian explained.
I sat down on my bed, adjusting the cloak accordingly. "I never really got around to asking you two this, but what are you two? Like, everybody here's some sort of supernatural creature - I mean, just look at me - so, I mean, you two definitely aren't human."
Lillian sighed sadly and sorrowfully, as if she were recalling some harsh memory. "We're... We're werewolves, Isabelle and I. She and I were bitten on the same night, by the same person. So, uh, yeah. That's why she and I are here, so we don't have to join that jerk's pack. I want to learn how to control my powers so I can murder the one who did this to Izzy and I."
"I told you not to call me Izzy." Isabelle grumbled.
"Anyway," Lillian continued, "that's why she and I are here. Christina told me the whole gist of why you're here. That Moone must really hate you."
"He does. He made my life just burst into flames, with no way out. If he had never stuck his stupid face into my life, then I'd still be human right now. I'd be able to have fun and hang out with what few friends I had. I wouldn't be stuck trying to get revenge. But, you see, I have to get revenge now, 'cause my body won't let me relax or calm myself until I can." I stopped, and gave a small sigh. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"
"It's alright to, though. We all get stressed. And besides, I know how much revenge can mean to someone who has been hurt. Believe me; I want revenge on those who have hurt me, too."
I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling. "Most people in this world are jerks. You aren't, Lillian, but the majority of this earth are filled with jerks who, if making a crude or offensive comment would mean that they'd die, they'd still make that comment. People don't change for the better, most of the time. People can change for the better, I know, I know. But from what I've seen from this world, that's really rare."
I shut my eyes, still lying on my back.
"Yeah. I'm going to go take a shower, and then I'll be back." I heard Lillian get up and walk into the other room. I opened my eyes, getting down from the bed. Isabelle looked at me with judgmental eyes. She hated me, though honestly, she hated everyone, so that wasn't anything new. I adjusted my cloak before going into the book room. I quickly recalled the book page number, and I flipped to it, immersing myself in a world that wasn't my own.
I hated the fact that I had to live the way I did. I missed my family, but I knew that I could never return. And school? What a joke. I'd be mocked, called kitty-cat, and other things like that. Like I had discussed with Lillian, people were really cruel, harsh, rude, and some other adjectives that were not the most appropriate.
I went through two books that night before I finally decided to call it quits and go to bed. I put my just-started book on the side table, and brushed my teeth before collapsing into bed. I still had my cloak on, not wanting to let go. If I seemed more fearsome - which, from years of watching TV, cloaks seemed to help make one look fearsome - then I would not be insulted or mocked. If I ever went back to my home, and if I was mocked....
The insulter would not survive.
