A Pair of Strange Wolves

Chapter Three - Into the Unknown

Chapter Three - Into the Unknown

My head hurt, and I don't mean your common hang over pain. One that could be cured by a juicy hamburger, I've never felt such pain before; it wasn't just excruciating pains in my head, it was everywhere, especially my arm.

"Why...Why did I drink so much last night?" I mumbled, sitting up in my bed, pushing back the doona cover. "Wait I'm in bed?" I don't remember how I got home; the last thing I can recall is being in the middle of the street, after that everything is black and unclear.

Getting out of bed I looked down at my clothes, the exact same ones from last night; I was even still wearing my heels. What the hell was that? I hate these damn things, why on earth would I keep them on? Let alone sleep with them still attached, I must of been blind drunk. 

I groan softly, pulling off the stupid shoes. My nose scrunched up in disgust, they smelled like something had died in them. I nearly vomited they were that bad, I mean normally my feet didn't stink that bad. But now I could even smell bacon and eggs, which was odd because the kitchen was on the other side of the house; not to mention I wasn't there cooking them. Then who was?

My eyes widened in shock, there was someone in the house. I knew it wasn't Eliza because she was a bitch and would have woken me up, plus she was worse than me when it came to hang overs; she'd still be in bed for at least another four hours, and it was 10 am by now.

I desperately looked around my room for some sort of weapon; of course I came up empty handed. Who keeps those sorts of things in their bedrooms? I certainly didn't.

"Crap...Crap..." Great now I'm freaking out, for all I knew a murder could be out there waiting to kill me. With breakfast? Hardly made any sense, they probably have some sort of weird fetish; but that was besides the point, I could very well die this morning.

No way in hell was I going to let some asshole steal my food and murder me. Working up the courage I grabbed the best weapon I could find, my smelly heels; simple but deadly, I just hoped they didn't have a gun. 

Slowly I opened my bedroom door, my heart pounding in my chest, the shoe raised at the ready. I was careful not to make any noise, I had the element of surprise on my side but that would only go so far. I took a deep breath and rounded the corner, shoe poised at the ready as I face down my foe, their back towards me; I had the ultimate opportunity to strike.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you princess, you'll just get yourself hurt." The figure turned around, a lazy smirk upon his face, he also so happened to be wearing my bathrobe; I'll be sure to burn it to ash later.

"You!" I exclaimed, memories of the previous night came flooding back. I looked down at my arm, the wound was covered in bandages, how did I not notice that before?

"Me." He replied, the smirk still present as he moved his head to the side, dodging the shoe I had thrown at him

"What the hell have you done to me?"

"We already spoke about this, you're a werewolf now." He explained. "I bit you on a full moon, therefore you are now in transition."

"This doesn't make any sense. You aren't supposed to exist in this world!" I refused to believe I was now a supernatural creature, I mean don't get me wrong something like this would be amazing, amazing but scary.

"I'm not a scientist or a doctor; I don't know how it works. Were practically the same as any human medically speaking, only difference is that we burn at a higher temperature, according to them we have a fever 24/7."

"Don't you have some sort of mentor who could explain these sorts of things? Or a pack like you know, normal wolves have?"

He shook his head, disappointment crossed his features. "No, I don't. My creator bit me and then abandoned me, he didn't exactly leave me with a how to guide." He paused briefly to sit down at my dining room table, I soon followed; sitting down across from him. "You know almost as much as I do. I was bitten only a few weeks ago."