Inhumane experiments are turning Dante Gray, a werewolf, into a monster - can he and Chase, a hot-headed warlock, find a cure before it's too late?
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Dante Gray, a werewolf, e...
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-Dante-
I stared at the closest statue that was hovering over me. I didn't like the way it was staring down at me. I couldn't remember his name, but it stared at me like he knew me. Maybe he did know me. He had seen my memories. All of them. How was that even possible?
And why was he looking at me like he expected me to do something?
The sun was up, but Chase was still asleep. I was glad about it because I needed some time to think about the dream. I had been awake for almost an hour now, but having intellectual thoughts was surprisingly hard at that moment.
What we saw in the dream was not easy to digest. Not even close. The Elders gave us three hints, but I only asked for one. I only wanted that one. What was I supposed to do with the knowledge that my own wife had something to do with me turning into a monster? And why was it so important for me to see how I got turned into a werewolf in the first place? Yes, I was aware of what the Elders were trying to suggest, but I wasn't sure if I was ready to face it yet.
I tried to pretend that it didn't matter to me. Only finding the cure mattered to me. This was not the outcome I had hoped. All I wanted was the cure. Just the cure, simple as that.
It didn't take long before Chase woke up too. He opened his eyes and gave me a lazy smile, and for a second, I thought he didn't remember the dream at all. It was clear that he remembered it only a moment later when he suddenly almost jumped out of the bed, his expression turning shocked, but excited.
"Oh my God!" he breathed out dramatically. "What the hell was that?!"
"I know, right," I sighed.
"No, I mean, what the hell was that?!"
"I know, right," I repeated while he pushed his hair back so he could stare at me with wide eyes.
"She did that to you?!"
"Looks like it..."
He stared at me for a moment, clearly unable to understand why I wasn't as enthusiastic as he was. He then tilted his head and sat down next to me, resting his hand on my cheek.
"This is a good thing, Dante. We got the answers we were looking for."
"Did we?" I muttered, and his expression dropped.
"At least we know we have the cure now," he said quietly.
"Do we?" I muttered.
"Don't be like that..." he begged, and I looked away.
"I only wanted the cure. I didn't ask for the rest of it. It's too much. I didn't want to know about the other things..."
"I know," he said soothingly. "We don't have to do anything about it. You are safe, we have the cure, and we can now move on," he spoke, but I could tell he was dying to know more about why I was turned.
