FADED. A Werewolf story. (Book One)

III

I painfully open my eyes adjusting to the brightness in the room. The light evading my eyes causes me to wince in pain. Why didn't I bother closing my curtains damn it? My head pounds so hard that it might explode. Might have been the cheap booze at the party. With Julian at the party parading her new girlfriend, I might have lost it in between.

Wait a minute, I don't remember how I got back from the party. The thought makes my eyelids flutter open clearly. How much did I really drink?

White walls, grey linen curtains, white marble floor stare back at me as I scrutinize my surroundings. This is not my room.

Immediately, I step out of the covers the headache gone in an instant. My heart throbs in panic. I know my mom and I are well off thanks to my dad's money he left before he died but this room screams excess luxury.

I hope this turns out to be a really bad dream. Gazing up at the white ceiling, memories of last night flood my brain piece by piece without leaving any details out. Party. Julian. Blood.

Blood!

Then I remember the steel gray eyes that peered down at me as the last of my memory.

Mr Harry.

I whisper lowly terror setting inside my head and heart. Curious, I step away from the bed just before the door opens.

"Mom?"

I whisper in a daze. Perhaps this isn't a dream like I thought.
"Lyka, baby." She rushes to hug me and apart of me is relieved she is safe.

"Mom. What are you doing here? What is this place?" I fire between confusion and relief. A sad smile appears at the corners of her lips before she hugs me again tightly.

"Slow down dear. There is nothing to worry about." she coaxes. I wish I could believe her.
"Last night at the party, Julian..blood.."
"Shush child. Everything is alright." she coos staring at me.

I grimace at her reaction. It is not alright. Those men attacked us and killed Julian. Like she can read my mind, she takes her hand in mine snapping me out of my thoughts.

The door clicks open again before the last person I expected to see walks in.

"Mr Harry?" I shriek.

He walked nonchalantly into the room letting his presence be known by his easy but strong steps. His eyes briefly meet mine before they drop to my mom and then to were our fingers intertwine.

I frown when he doesn't acknowledge me.
"Gabriel." my mom calls.

Gabriel?

Isn't this Mr Harry? Why is this my mom addressing him Gabriel?
"Olivia." Mr. Harry addresses familiarly. I can swear I am having a nightmare.

What is happening? My mom and Mr Harry are on first name business now. Am I missing something here? Too any questions swirl inside my head giving me a whiplash. The headache is back but in form of a migraine.

"I can see you are awake Lyka."

That is the first time he acknowledges me since he entered the room. Should I be flattered he knows my name?

"Mr Harry." I narrow my gaze at him.
"I am glad to see you have regained conscience." he says softly almost amiably. I stare dumbfounded. Am I the only one unaware of anything going on? Have I been passed out for long?

"No. You have been out for a few hours." Mr. Harry answers calmy like he didn't just read my mind. Did I hit my head so bad that I ended on an alternate universe were all people I love have super powers?