The sun was shining brightly through the window when Morgana opened her eyes. She stretched her limbs and turned to her side, expecting to see Marcellus asleep beside her. But instead, she saw a figure standing at the foot of the bed, staring at her with piercing blue eyes.
Morgana’s heart raced as she scrambled to sit up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. “Who are you? What do you want?” she demanded.
The figure said nothing, just continued to stare at her with an intensity that made Morgana feel exposed and vulnerable.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the figure spoke. “My name is Lou. I’ve been looking for you.”
Morgana’s mind raced as she tried to process this information. Who was Lou? How did he know about her and Marcellus’ secret? And why was he looking for them?
Lou seemed to sense her confusion and elaborated. “I know about your condition,” he said, gesturing to the window. “I’ve been following your scent for weeks.”
Morgana felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that she and Marcellus had been being watched. “What do you want?” she asked again, more forcefully this time.
Lou took a step forward, and Morgana tensed. But instead of attacking her, he reached out a hand and touched her cheek gently. “I want to help you,” he said softly.
Morgana felt a surge of emotions – relief, fear, and suspicion all at once. She wasn’t sure if she could trust this stranger, but she also knew that he might be their only chance of survival.
“What kind of help?” she asked, still wary.
Lou smiled cryptically. “All in due time. But for now, you need to come with me. There are others who want to meet you.”
Morgana glanced over at Marcellus’ sleeping form and felt a pang of sadness at the thought of leaving him behind. But she also knew that they couldn’t stay here, exposed and vulnerable.
She nodded, and Lou led her out of the room and into the bright sunshine outside. As they walked, Morgana couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she knew that their lives would never be the same again.
As they walked through the woods, Morgana couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched. She could hear the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig, but when she turned to look, she saw nothing but the dense underbrush.
Lou seemed unperturbed, walking with a confident stride that suggested he knew exactly where he was going. Morgana couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy at his self-assuredness. She felt lost and unsure, like a sheep being led to slaughter.
“Where are we going too?”, Morgana asked hesitantly.
“You will see soon, have patience”, Lou said to her as they continued their journey.
After what felt like hours, they came upon a clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a group of people, all dressed in black and looking at Morgana with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion.
Lou led her to the center of the group and introduced her. “This is Morgana,” he said, gesturing to her. “She’s one of us now.”
Morgana felt a sense of unease as she looked around at the faces of the people before her. They all looked so different, from the tall, imposing man at the front of the group to the small, wiry woman in the back and many other more.
But despite their differences, they all shared one thing in common – the unmistakable scent of werewolf.
Morgana felt a sense of relief wash over her as she realized that she was no longer alone. For the first time since she had discovered her condition, she was surrounded by people who knew what she was going through, who understood her struggles and her fears.
But at the same time, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. Who were these people? And what did they want from her? How did they come to know about her? To even find her and sneak into her home?.
As if reading her thoughts, the tall man stepped forward. “Welcome, Morgana,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “My name is Gabriel, and I am the leader of this pack.”
Morgana felt a jolt of fear as she realized that she was standing before the alpha of a werewolf pack. She had heard stories about packs like this, ruthless groups of werewolves who ruled their territory with an iron fist.
But as Gabriel spoke, she began to see that there was more to him than she had initially thought. He spoke with a kindness and understanding that belied his imposing presence, and as he talked about his pack and their way of life, Morgana began to feel a sense of admiration for him.
It was clear that Gabriel and his pack were not like the stories she had heard. They were a community, a family, and they had welcomed her into their midst with open arms.
As the day wore on, Morgana found herself laughing and joking with the members of the pack, feeling a sense of camaraderie that she had never experienced before. For the first time since she had become a werewolf, she felt like she belonged somewhere but last she remembered, she was a witch, it was starting to get confusing but she shrugged it away, maybe being a witch was an or only an illusion to her, nothing more, it wasn’t real.
And as she watched the sun set over the clearing, surrounded by her new pack, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope for the future. She didn’t know what lay ahead, but she knew that she wasn’t alone anymore. She had her pack, and that was enough for now.
She helped around and got comfortable, being introduced to other pack members who was happy to have her as part of their pack.
They prepared something for her to eat and as she was about to eat it…….
She woke up!