The assassination of the royal family has left the werewolf kingdom in the hands of a rebel pack. Peace and prosperity have now been replaced with corruption, crime, and poverty. Freya Lockehart, the last remaining member of the royal family, is on...
"I was trying to create a mind-reading potion," he began. "But I must've gotten the ingredient proportions wrong because one second I'm shaking the vial . . ." he muttered, as he started walking around the living room.
I tuned him out as I rummaged through the fridge in search of more food to eat.
" - and then in the next there's a flash!"
I found a jar of pickles in the very back and quickly began munching on one.
"And then suddenly I look like . . . like a . . ." He turned to look at me and gasped.
"Like a pickle!" he cried, as I stood there with a half-eaten pickle in my hand.
I took another bite.
"Don't you dare eat me!" yelled Uncle Eddie as he swiftly removed the pickle from my hand. "I think I just need to add more donkey foot," he mused, finishing off the pickle.
I never knew how or where he got his supplies from. Whenever I'd ask, it resulted in him going on a tangent about his disguise, old connection, various spells, secret passwords, and an ogre every now and then. After a while, I stopped trying to figure it out.
"A mind-reading potion?" I was intrigued. "That would come in really handy, Twix. If you need any help let me know."
I went up to my room. It wasn't much. A queen-sized bed was pushed to one corner, with an old, wooden desk in another. The walls were painted a light shade of yellow that had long lost its beauty, having been dulled by cracks, dust, and smudges. Clothes were scattered about everywhere.
I quickly changed my clothes and went to the bathroom. My eyes had been acting up lately, indicating I needed to change my contacts. Reaching up, I popped the lens out and threw them in the garbage.
My vision instantly sharpened. I looked in the mirror to see two dark blue eyes staring back at me. Just like my father's. It was a blessing and a curse. I hated the constant reminder of him; that he was no longer here, but I was thankful to forever have a piece of him with me.
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Blinking away, I placed a new pair in, replacing the blue with brown.
I checked the time. 5:24pm.
Shit, I thought. I had only six minutes to get ready and get to the kitchen before Mrs. Watson gave me hell for being late again.
"Eddie, I've got to go!" I called, spraying myself with a scent-masking perfume.
If anyone got a whiff of me, my secret would be out. My scent was a dead giveaway that my wolf was of high rank, so Uncle Eddie designed the spray specially for me. He also made one for himself so that he could smell like a werewolf.
"Wait!" he cried, running out of his workshop. Or, as I liked to call it, his layer. "Take these." He shoved two vials into my hand.
"One is for creating a blinding fog," he gestured to the one on the right. "And the other one is basically an explosive."
