The Southern Queen,

Chapter 4

CLEO'S POV

I sit comfortably on the other side of the bed, and I also put so many pillows in the space between us just to clarify that he cannot come close to me again. He chuckled because of that.

"Dear, you need more than a pillow to stop me if I ever wanted to do something to you."

He said. I just rolled my eyes to him.

"Just go on with the story will you."

I said hugging another pillow to cover up my breast.

"Okay. My name is Oliver Michelson. I'm the King of all the werewolves."

I looked at him with an I' am-not-buying-your-crap expression.

"What?"

He asked me.

"Do you really think that I will believe you? Werewolf? Seriously? What am I? five years old?"

Like Werewolf really exist. If he's a werewolf fine, I'm a mermaid.

"Oh, I forgot, you think you're a human. Look here and look closely."

He stood up from the bed and then walked to the corner of the room.

"Watch closely and DON'T FREAK OUT!"

Fear started to curse on my body as I watch him change his form. His face distorted as it changes its shape. His fingers grew claws and his whole body got covered with fur. He was so huge, larger than the one I followed in here. He's three times larger, and he has a golden fur, no, it was brown, no, I think it's really gold. Ow, never mind. My heart pounded wildly on my chest. This can't be true. Werewolves don't exist. The wolf looks at me in the eye and deep inside me I feel like I was at the right place and at the right time. Then after a few minutes he came back to being human. I covered my eyes because he is naked. I actually don't know what or how to react, before I came here, I was pretty sure I was sane and when I arrived here, I am not so sure anymore. Really a werewolf? Is there any chance that I'm a real mermaid?  What on Earth is happening in this place?

"Breath Cleo!"

Oliver said. I didn't realize I was holding my breath the entire time he shifted. He sit's comfortably on the other side of the bed like as if nothing happened at all. He covered his body with blanket. When my nerves calmed down, I asked the first question that pop out of my mind.

"How the hell did you do that?"

He smiled, and then he leans on the headboard of the bed. I might look like crazy in here because if I were normal, I would be running away from this man the instant he changes his form. Instead, here I' am sitting side by side with the werewolf king like everything is completely normal.

"Being a werewolf is magical Cleo. "

I was about to ask another question but when I looked at him, his eyes turn black again and he looks like he's frozen. He's looking to nothing in particular.

OLIVER'S POV

After I finished answering her question, I felt my surroundings change. One minute I was in the room with Cleo and then the next I was somewhere inside a cave. Take note, I'm still naked.

"Your highness"

I turned my attention to the old woman who called me. She bows in front of me.

"Elder Medea."

I acknowledge her presence. Medea is the oldest werewolf in the earth. She's also the one gifted with the power to see the future and predict the different phenomenon that is going to happen. No one can see her, unless she wanted to be seen.