\\ Amazing trailer by @loyallyric //
One secret, one curse, is enough to change everything. Everything she knew, everything she thought she understood, became nothing, twisting into an ultimate heap of confusion. He is after her, the one that has...
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Vivian's POV
Stirring, I open my eyes casually, but only to find that I'm in a new surrounding, new environment, new place. My eyes involuntarily avert to my body, a blanket is tightly wrapped around my limbs, and I squirm to loosen it. I'm momentarily caught off guard when I find that I'm in different clothes than I was in last night.
I scrutinize the space, the blinds are drawn shut, The couches and coffee table seem ancient, delicate, fragile to the point that it's as if anyone were to touch it, it'll disintegrate within seconds of impact. The carpet is a darker shade of beige, and it covers the floor from side to side. There is a door to the far left wall, from floor to ceiling, and is closed shut, blocking any view I have of anything beyond this single room.
It's only now that I realize a single table with a drawer, a vase of wilted flowers on the surface, the petals of the flowers litter the top of the mahogany piece of furniture. Beside the vase, is a picture frame with a single picture of a portrait. I stand from the white, tinted, elegant couch, striding closer to it with every step.
The portrait becomes more clear as I approach, though I can only see it faintly due to the absence of light in this room that seems to be a living room. I peer at the frame, a girl with blonde hair and a wide smile appearing behind the glass, the frame itself is dusty, though it's as if the picture and the glass are brand new. I involuntarily jump when hinges from a door behind me squeal, making me immediately cringe.
"You're finally awake," a raspy voice conveys, pivoting on my foot, I'm directly adjacent to Alakade, his black V-neck shirt is tight around his chest, though it's flattering to his figure.
"Where am I?"
"My apartment," he breaks his eye contact, striding around the couch and is now jaunting closer to me. "I had to bring you here after what happened."
"What? What happened? Why am I in different clothes?"
"This won't make any sense if I tell you, but I will anyway," he states, I remain silent, waiting for him to continue. "You're a wolf," he states bluntly, and I stare back at him with no emotion.
"What do you mean? You're kidding right?" I chuckle, knowing he's kidding, it can't be true, I know it can't. There's no way it can be true.
"You're what they call a "True Wolf". A wolf that changes only on a full moon, and once they do, their identity is lost, they no longer know who anyone is, who they are, when they change back, they will not remember a thing. They're dangerous, deadly, they kill anyone who gets in their way," he explains, I stare at him with dilated eyes, struggling to digest ahistorical words.
"You are a wolf now, and there's nothing that can reverse the curse," Alakade adds.
"I...I'm stuck like this, f-forever?"
He nods, and I let out a sharp breath, my breaths feel as if they're restricted as if I'm unable to breathe. Like water has leaked through my throat.
"H...how did this happen?" I ask, afraid of his answer, though I have a strong gut feeling of how this came to be.
"Athen, Adrian Athen, Vivian, I tried to protect you from this, but I couldn't, you pushed me away. I tried so hard to save you from this life but now, I was too late, it's too late," guilt is heavily weighted in his tone, as his striking blue eyes stare at me in remorse, culpability, disgrace. "I'm sorry."
I turn my back to him, not believing that I'm now a monster, a monster like him, a monster I swore never to believe in. I'm now a creature that I thought was a myth, a lie, a story to scare young children and teach them a lesson to never be greedy, to never be too curious. I thought it was all a tale of myth, all along I thought it was a lie. But I was wrong, horribly wrong, for my disbeliefs are now a strong reality, and now I'm one of them, I'm one of them.
"W..why is he doing this?" I whisper, mainly to myself, though I feel a blazing flame rise within the pit of my stomach, urging me to scream, to yell, to shout all of my thoughts out, my anger, and the urge becomes uncontrollable.
"WHY IS HE DOING THIS TO ME!" I bellow, turning to him and screaming on top of my lungs, not caring who hears me, who doesn't. My vexation is uncontrollable, I can't stop screaming, thrashing, it's as if I'm in a cage, crying to be released like a bird. It's as if my heart, my mind, my soul are all trapped in a box, beating and pounding against the walls, begging for freedom.
I tangle my fingers in my hair, tugging at it involuntarily, tears stain streaks down my cheeks.
"Why is he doing this to me?" I feel his arms wrap around my strain stature, pulling me towards his warm chest, and oddly, I find comfort in being in his arms. The same feeling, yet so much more dominate from before when the rashes covered my arms. Th scratches are now gone, the pain has subsided, though my skin still burns, the reasoning so mysterious.
"I told you it was going to be tough, I told you things were going to get worse, but don't think for a second that things won't get better, they will, just as long as you fight, fight for yourself, fight through the struggles," he pulls away from me, his hand coming to rest on my cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping at the tears flowing like a cascade from my tear duct, caressing my cheek. His other hand becomes tangled in my locks, his fingers intertwined within every strand. "Thing's will get better, don't tell yourself they won't, because you'd be lying, they will get better, just watch."
