Cassie Robert…
All my body hurts badly. I can’t believe he took me there for his guards to beat the hell out of me. This is insane.
“Ah! It hurts…” I wince in pain as Zoey massages the bruises with a cold towel. I’m lying flat on the mat on my belly with some part of my body open. Thanks to Zoey, she’s here to tend to my wound. It’s night already, but the pain is preventing me from sleeping.
Tears well up in my eyes as pains shoot through me. For how long will I have to endure this pain? For how long will I have to go through this every day? What if I end up still losing my life after going through so much pain? What will happen if I suddenly cannot take it anymore? Will I die?
“It’s done,” Zoey’s voice pulls me out of my deep thoughts, and I wipe my tears from my cheeks. The pains have relieved me now, all thanks to her. Zoey is a nice young lady.
“How’re you feeling now?” She whispers, and I nod my head. The others are already fast asleep.
“I’m feeling much better. Thank you,” I reply to her, and she smiles at me.
“Mind going out for a while? We can tour the woods, you know?” She asks me in a whisper, and I think about it for a while. I want to clear my head, I want to get some fresh air and take a break from all this shit, even if it’s just for a few minutes, but what if this lands us in trouble?
“You don’t have to worry about anything, we won’t go far,” she urges me as if she had read my mind just now.
“Ok…” I shrug…
A few minutes later, we’re touring the woods, and I must confess that I’m having so much fun out here. It feels so good to finally breathe some fresh air after an eternity. Don’t blame me for exaggerating, but these past few days feel like a hundred years to me, if not thousands.
“Am I really a werewolf?” I ask out of the blues, and she stops abruptly. This is the question that has been living inside my brain, the question I have been craving answers to, but it seems like nobody can answer the question.
“I can’t say yes or no, because only you can find that out yourself,” she replies, and I sigh. This is exactly what it is. If I were a werewolf, I should’ve known about it all along.
“But… There’s a chance of you being a werewolf and having no idea about it. You were born outside the pack and amongst humans, you grew up with the mentality that you’re a human, so it’s almost possible for you to doubt your identity of being a werewolf. Now let me ask you, have you ever had any weird feelings at all while growing up?” She explains to me and asks another confusing question. Given it thorough thoughts, I don’t think I have had any weird feelings. I grew up like every other human being, like every other normal child, except for the fact that my father treated me badly. There was nothing weird.
“No,” I reply to her confusingly.
“Since the alpha already confirmed your identity, I think there’s a higher chance of you being a werewolf for real. I have heard so much about your father, and from what I heard, he was someone very powerful. He was ranked the second most powerful man in the whole werewolf realm, so I think he may have gotten something to do with your identity. Maybe he concealed it with a spell. What do you think?” Now that she says this, I’m beginning to find sense in what she said. She may be right. If he didn’t do that, he wouldn’t have given me that cologne to eradicate the scent.
“I think you’re right,” I nod and affirmed.
“The alpha… He must’ve beaten you like that so you can feel your wolf,” I almost choke on my spit. What the hell is that? I mean, who does that?
“Yes. Some werewolves won’t feel anything unless they’re in pain. If your wolf has not been concealed by some spell, it would’ve come out of you while you were going through that pain,” her words keep making so much sense to me.
“Will he keep beating me?” I stop abruptly and asks her.
“Maybe. If the beating has anything to do with your wolf, then I’m sorry to tell you that he will continue doing that until your wolf shows up…” I gasp sharply at her words. What if I die eventually? He can’t continue doing this to me, it’s not fair.
“Is there anything else I can do to activate the wolf? Like anything at all?” I’m suddenly curious. Although, I don’t believe entirely that I am a werewolf, but from all she had said, there’s a higher chance of me being a werewolf for real, but my identity must’ve been concealed by my father, just as she had said, or maybe he must’ve mistaken me for someone else. But no matter what the case may be, I don’t want to keep being beaten by him like a goat. He’s going to end up killing me.
“Of course, there are many ways for your wolf to show up. First is when you’re sexually excited…” She pauses and glances at me. I’m waiting for her to say something else because that’s not even an option at all. I mean, get sexually excited with who? I’m stuck here and even if I’m not, there’s no way I’ll be going around looking for who to get sexually excited with, just because I want to confirm my identity, right? That’s crap.
“What’s the other way, please?” I ask her, curiosity consuming me.
“Your wolf can show up when you’re extremely angry and on the verge of losing it too, and also, it can show up when you’re emotional. Since it didn’t show up while you were in pain, that means that’s not the way. Then the last one I know of is alcohol. Your wolf tends to show up when you get so drunk,” she explains, and I sigh frustratingly. All these are difficult, but I have to try them.
“But I think none of them will work. I’m almost sure that your identity is concealed by a spell, and your wolf may not show up until the spell is broken,” she further says…