I heard a voice as I was coming to. I didn’t open my eyes right away. I felt myself on my back and started to roll myself over, when the sharp pain surged through my shoulder, and I let out a yelp. I felt a hand gently push me back, and a female voice telling me to settle down. I slowly opened my eyes. The light felt piercing at first and it took a moment for them to adjust. Once my vision adjusted, I could see myself in a large room swallowed in a large bed.
Standing above me was a woman, beautiful and seemingly youthful in appearance. She wore a blouse top and jeans. She was noticeably full figured, but she had a warm demeanor about her.
Her voice was low and gentle.
“You need to stay down, you took a bad bite, but I think you’re going to make it, as long as you don’t do anything stupid and get some rest. For now, anyway.”
I was groggy. “ What? What do you mean?”
She cupped her hand over my forehead and mumbled something. My eyes felt heavy and everything went black.
I woke still finding myself still on the bed, and tried to gather my senses. The woman was sitting on a plush chair next to me. She was older, but attractive. My head still felt groggy and my eyes were still slow to focus. There was an herbal smell in the air that I guessed was incense. I looked around me. There were candles all around along the walls and on the furniture, and I wondered if they had heard of electric lights.
I tried to speak, but my voice seemed to fail and my throat was dry. I made eye contact with her, and must have had a questioning look on my face because almost instantly she said, “No, you can't speak and no you are not dying. You're not home either or maybe I should say we took you to another place.”
I felt confused and still tried to speak.She gave me a sympathetic look.
“Sorry kiddo. I took your voice for now. It's not permanent, but I need you to listen. You were bitten by a werewolf. Not a large dog or for that matter a wolf but, a werewolf. And you can wipe that ‘you’re crazy’ look off your face because I mean what I say, NOT a wolf but a WEREWOLF.” She seemed to put added emphasis on werewolf like that would prove to me she was sane.
She got quiet and waited for it to settle in my brain. It felt like a million seconds before the puzzled look of what the hell came across my face.
“Now, listen carefully. You’re dead….Meaning your old life is gone. You might as well mourn it because you can’t live it anymore.”
Now, I definitely was coming around. A panicked feeling was creeping in my chest. I managed to make a sound.
“What do you mean I'm de…”
Her hand went up quickly and my voice went silent. She had a surprised look on her face this time.
“You're stronger than I thought. “
“I guess I should have figured you being strong. You survived an alfa bite. We’ll see if you survive the turning.”
I could feel my jaw becoming slacked.She gave a gentle and warming smile.
“I can see things are settling in. You needn't worry. You’re safe and for now you are alive. I'm rooting for you kid. So, is the princess.”
She stood up and walked over to a stone bowl across the room on the dresser. I had just now realized it was the source of the scent I smelled earlier. She picked up the bowl, walking toward me and being careful not to inhale the smoke spewing out of the bowl.
“There is much you need to learn and for now you need to sleep. I'll wake you in a few hours. Sweet dreams.”
Her face radiated with beauty as she smiled again. There was empathy in her face as she bent over me with the bowl and blew the smoke in my face. The was a rush of static noise in my head and my eyes grew dim. I inhaled deeply as a panic over whelmed me and thoughts of drowning and claustrophobia blacked my thoughts.
I woke up breathing heavily and tired at first. Somehow I found myself outside in the cool night air. My eyes could see clearly through the shadows of the forest shrubbery. I forced myself to my feet and took a survey of the land around me. The night sky was bright, and the moon was full. I knew it was after witching hour, but the night seemed brighter than normal and the smells around me were intense.
The redwood trees overwhelmed my nostrils, and the floor has a moist and disintegrating scent of foliage. Then something warm came across my sense of smell. I could see blotches of color in my mind. They were ribbons of red flashing in front of me. I felt excited and a deep desire drew me to follow those ribbons.
I thought perhaps it was curiosity or perhaps it was something familiar. I’m not sure which, but I needed to follow. I crept slowly at first, but then a sense of urgency began to excite me. I began to pick up my pace into a run and the ribbons of scent began to become intense, thick, and steady as if I was following a line. My run would become like a dance along the forest floor. I could effortlessly dodge or jump over fallen limbs and boughs as if I was gliding or flying with each step. The sounds of the forestry were vivid but blurred to the background by my excitement.
It was then that the color became an image. An image of a girl I have met somewhere before. I slowed a bit, feeling confused, I couldn’t understand why I was seeing this girl. She glowed as a red flame, flickering with a power. Then fear came over me and I felt the desire to stop her, no, attack her. I growled and charged forward, feeling I had to find her and stop her. I came upon a beaten path, and there were footprints of red with ribbons filtering between them. I increased speed knowing I was close. She will become my prey.
I had been running for awhile and excitement and fear still held me to her trail, when I saw her through the foliage. She wasn’t a red glow as I could see in my mind, but she wore a white flowing gown. She had been running before me, moving quickly, and swiftly along the trail.
Growing excited and confident I burst my effort and speed knowing I would catch her. Yet, somehow she kept ahead of me. She finally went around a bend and I was sure I lost her. I burst around the corner and saw her standing there in the middle of the trail. I bounded and lept toward her thinking I will have my prey. As she came closer to within my reach, I watched her raise her hand before me with an open palm.
I’m not sure if she yelled, or if my mind had simply heard it. It was the most haunting part of my dream. All she said was. “Jamie! Stop!”