Chapter Three

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Chapter Three: Werewolves Exist?

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A sudden, intense burst of light assaults my face, causing me to groan softly. I open my eyes just enough to see that I'm back in our dorm room, the sunlight rudely blinding me. Frustrated, I bring my pillow up to my face in a vain attempt to shield myself from the invasive brightness. "Why, Beverllyyy, why!" I grumble into my pillow as I roll over, facing the wall, trying to escape the morning light.

"Baby, we need to talk," Beverly's voice sounds from across the room, jolting me out of my pillow fortress. I reluctantly remove the pillow from my face and place it back under my head before tilting my head to look over at her.

"God, what happened? How did we even get back here?" I strain my mind to recall the events of the previous night, but memories are hazy and fragmented. Suddenly, Beverly speaks up, requesting my attention, "Listen, I'm going to say something that might sound pretty weird. Just hear me out, you might want to sit down for this," She says as she hops onto her bed and clutches her pillow tightly.

I swallow anxiously and hoist myself to sit down, bracing myself for what's to come.

"Um, okay, so you know those Twilight movies, right?" She flashes an awkward smile, waiting for my response.

I nod slowly wondering what is the point of this.

"Alright, so those vampires and werewolves in the movie, yeah, they're just movie fiction, right?"

I nod in agreement, but my eyes narrow as she continues.

"But what if I told you... that... it's real?" she says, her gaze holding mine.

I furrow my brow in confusion. I'm at a loss for words, responding with a bewildered grunt. "What are you talking about?"

She groans, clearly frustrated, and bounds off her bed, approaching me. Standing next to my bedside, she pauses before dropping the final bombshell. "Fine, no more beating around the bush," she declares, taking a breath before continuing, "Vampires and werewolves exist, for real."

I struggle to suppress a giggle, a smirk threatening to spread across my face. "Uh-huh, and so is the Tooth Fairy and Santa Claus, right?" In response, she grabs my pillow and launches it at me with force. "I am seriously being serious here!" she exclaims, her tone pleading for me to believe her.

I burst into laughter, struggling to maintain composure. "Are you still drunk or something?" I gasp between giggles. Despite my amusement, her serious demeanor doesn't change, which only adds to the absurdity of the situation.

"I'm sober, I swear!" she insists, attempting to convince me once again.

She locks eyes with me, her gaze unwavering. Suddenly, her once warm and inviting light hazel eyes transform into a deep maroon hue, their intensity sending chills down my spine.

I leap out of my bed and let out a bloodcurdling scream. "What the hell?!" My heart thumps wildly in my chest.

Beverly just gives a sly smile and cocks her head. "Hi there," she says, her voice calm yet eerie.

I stumble backwards, backing into the wall, my eyes wide with terror. My voice trembles as I stammer, "Beverly, how the hell did you do that?"

With a smirk, she replies, her voice taking on a deeper, almost supernatural tone, "I am not Beverly. I am Isadora, her wolf."

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