The Lycan Metamorphosis

CHAPTER 7 - Seven days of Metamorphosis

CHAPTER 7 - Seven days of Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis (n) 1. is the change of person or thing to develop into something completely different.

After Marcus told me his side of the story, I practically begged what does this Lycan metamorphosis mean but he said it's not the right time to so he just let me ate his famous carbonara before he took me home.

So that's why we are in front of my house right now.

"So...?" I asked him to break the awkward silence. He hasn't talked since I asked him about the metamorphosis he was talking about and it really made me nervous. Had he changed his mind? Did he regret that he told all the things about him? What if he does? What if...

My thoughts were caught by two muscular yet soft hands that brushed my cheeks.

"Princess... I don't regret it. I just...ugh. Forget about it." He struggled as he brush my cheeks lightly.

"But Marcus... I want to know..." I looked at his eyes... and I'm pretty sure that I'm doing the eyes that basically never failed me.

"You are doing it with the eyes, indeed. I know how much you wanted to know about this metamorphosis and it really bothers me..." he said totally confused and it made me just more confused.

"why?"

"I just don't... get it. Why you are not informed about this. I thought... you knew..." this made me really lost.

"what?" was all I can say.

"are you going to ask all the W H questions, Princess?" he joked but his eyes were really trying to hide something.

"Don't joke around me, Marcus. I am serious." I said intently.

"I know... that's why I want to talk to Alp- ... I mean your father about this issue." He looked kind of uneasy.

"What's wrong?" he looked at me and held my two hands then chuckled.

"Let's just pray that he won't kill your wolfy." I was completely, utterly lost. What the hell is he talking about?

"You'll know everything later Princess..." and with that, we walked inside the house through the big wooden door crafted by some famous guy that I never bothered to know the name.

When we were inside the house, we were welcomed by our four maids that I was sure were new.

"Welcome home senorita... and senor..." they said in their most beautiful Spanish accent. It was a regular routine that four maids will be by the door every time my dad, Yves and I come home.

"Uhm.. Thanks.. Will you please call dad for me? Tell him a certain guy named Marcus wants to talk to him." I ordered to the maid to my right.

"Yes, senorita." Then she walked upstairs. The three maids left walked to the kitchen and I concluded they will get Marcus some refreshments.

"I like the way they call you." Marcus said when all four maids came out of view. I looked at his smirking face.

"yeah? I kinda too." I giggled.

"senorita Yvonne... beautiful. It means young lady, a Miss... soon, they'll call you Senora 'cause you'll be a Mrs." he smiled evilly and seductively at the same time. I slapped his chest playfully.

"You really know how to make a girl blush don't you?"

"Only to you, Princess." He looked at me lovingly then he suddenly straighten his body. Whoa.

"wha-?" then I saw my dad walking down the stairs. Oh, right. I just watch my dad walk slowly down the stairs and somehow, I am not nervous that he'll be meeting Marcus again. I hope he'll react the same as the first time. I listened as his shoes made the echoing sound around the lobby.