The Book Keeper
Chapter Eleven
I open my eyes to see the sunlight shining through my curtains. I roll over onto my back, blinking quickly to rid the sleep out of my eyes. That’s weird; the sun has never bothered my eyes before.
Looking around my room slowly, I start to notice that my vision has improved. I had 20/20 vision before, but now I feel as if I can actually see better. Now that I think about it, before now I couldn’t see the dust coating my fan or the pattern of the fabric on my curtains. I have never seen these small details before.
That is because you are a werewolf.
I think about it for a moment. I wonder what it actually means to be a real werewolf.
What is it like? What can I do now that I couldn’t when I was human? What all do I need to know? Do I have to shift every full moon? I ask, bombarding my wolf with questions.
Slow down, I can answer all your questions if you can be patient.
Sorry.
Now that you are a werewolf, you can see better, hear better, and smell better. You are faster and stronger than any human male, even a body builder. No, you don’t have to shift during every full moon. You can shift whenever you please. You have more abilities, but not until you find a pack to be a part of.
That gives me a lot to think about. I slowly get out of bed, waiting for the soreness of last night’s events. However, it doesn’t come. I wonder why.
I forgot to tell you. You also heal faster. You aren’t as easily hurt and it takes you a fraction of the time it takes a human to heal.
I have so much to learn about being a wolf. I sigh. How did I turn? I didn’t get bit or anything, even though I have a gut feeling telling me that isn’t how it works. I don’t think my parents are werewolves. I am sure they would have told me.
I stand up and walk to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I start the shower and slowly undress. As I look in the mirror, I notice I literally have no imperfections. I have no acne on my face. My skin is unbelievably smooth and soft. I run my fingers through my hair and notice that even my hair is softer.
As I get closer to the mirror, I gasp when I look at my eyes. They’ve changed colors! I look down and grip the granite counter top. Taking a deep breath, I look back up. Instead of the homey hazel color they were yesterday, they are now a bright gold.
How is that possible? They don’t even look all that natural. I guess it’s possible, but I doubt anyone would believe me if I said they weren’t contacts. I take a minute to think about it and decide to just go with the flow. Looking myself in the eye, I am amazed at the beauty of the color. The gold seems to be melted gold, swirling around like liquid.
I finally decide to get in the shower when I notice the mirror is starting to fog up. Letting the hot water surround me, I feel my muscles relax. The knots in my shoulders start to dissipate. I sigh in content.
I wash my body and my hair. I even take the time to shave my legs carefully so I do not miss a single hair. After the warm water runs cold, I get out.
*Unknown*
“Alpha, is something wrong?” my Beta asks. “I’m fine,” I tell him, in a gruff tone. He looks at me with a skeptical expression. I ignore him, because I don’t even know.
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The Book Keeper
Teen FictionAaliyah is the librarian for the local library. Unknown to most, she also owns the library. It has been passed down through her family and now it is hers. Aaliyah's family's occupation is paleography, or the study of ancient writings. When she recei...