chapter two

After four hours of unconsciousness…

“Honey, I'm so sorry for letting you go there alone. I hope you didn't get hurt?” Dad and Morris stood by my side, Ozzy was all over me since I regained consciousness

“Dad, I'm fine. You didn't need to worry about me, not that much at least.” I looked at my dad's worried face while I lay on my bed.

The weakness I felt earlier is gone. But I know the cancer is still eating deep into my blood and that saddens me.

“I called Mrs Beatrice to check up on you; you're going to be fine, my love.” My dad stroked my forehead gently.

“I'm going to let you rest now; I'll be off to get a brand new blender, so you won't have to worry about fixing anything up, okay?” He said, kissing my forehead and adjusting my head warmer that was already in its perfect spot.

I looked at Morris, he had a sad expression on his face but switched it up to a half grin immediately after his eyes left the floor and returned to mine

I don't know who needs to be reassured at this point.

I replied with a nod, I knew my speech would be raspy if I'd spoken out loud.

He moved slowly towards the door, taking Morris and Ozzy with him. Turning back, he gave me a reassuring smile, dimmed my bedroom lights, and then he left my bedroom.

I tried to remember why I was back on my bed when it all flushed back to me.

The basement. That guy.

Fear shot from my body like an Ignition switch. I'm becoming hyper-alert.

Who the hell was that?

My thoughts were a myriad of confusion mixed with fright

Nausea filled my gut, I could faint for the second time.

With shaky breaths, I reached out to put on the lights and grabbed my glasses from the nightstand in one swift. Putting them on was the toughest work I had to do today, all thanks to my sweaty palms.

“Hello, little bird.”

My face turned to the direction of the voice, and the creepiest guy I knew leaned on the door, holding the piece from which he had emerged earlier.

He was still in his birthday suit.

His eyes…now normal, held my gaze with his piercing ones.

I was beyond scared but I couldn't run, not like my limbs would carry me to that door.

oh, he stood at the door.

The window.

So, I remained glued to the bed. My days were already numbered. He could make it shorter and save the stress of passing through the excruciating pains each day.

“I knew of my coming back but I never thought it would be a child that would get that done.” He toyed with the stuff he had in his palm but I knew he was speaking to me even if his eyes were fixed on it.

“Who are you? Please go back from wherever you came from. I'm sorry.” I recoiled myself to my bed headboard. What could my helpless self do than beg this strange being who looked like he was superior to me?

He slowly looked up at me, bringing the urn down.

With a vile smirk, he spoke. “ I think this is the part where I thank you for bringing me home. Not home exactly. I don't know where I am, really,y, but I'll say my thanks once you've gotten me home.”

He left the door where he leaned on and approached me. It took all my wheel power not to take a glance at his crotch.

“For now, thanks, but no thanks, kid.”

“I'm 21”

“Well, that's good for you.”

He's insane. He must see himself as someone way older than me for addressing me like a toddler for the third time. If my guesses are right, he's only a few years older than me.

“You look like you could melt in an instant, so I'll proceed with the introductions.” he went over to sit beside my bed on his bare butt.

I hate that.

could call him out?

No.

“I'm Emmett, the last original wolf shifter. I'm more than you could ever think I am.

A werewolf? I almost gasped.

Calm down, Rose.

“Okay,” I said, hoping to get more information from him I could give to the police if I made it out of there alive.

“Where I'm from, we take pride in our nudity. Too bad you're uncomfortable.” A proud smile was laced on his face.

“Rest assured, I wouldn't hurt you not if you piss me off. So we're cool”

His focus went back to what he held in his hands and that stirred up some questions in my head that I had to ask.

He spoke calmly and that reduced the tension in the room.

“Are you some type of a genie?”

“It’s not a kettle, it 'is an urn.”

“Do you live there?”

He always has this 5-7 seconds of uncomfortable pause before he speaks, like he tries to formulate words in his head.

“My ashes were kept there.”

“Why?”

A pause.

I had more questions but I should wave them off. I don't want to be pissing off this guy who could kill me at the snap of his fingers.

He sat up and adjusted himself to support his weight in his thighs. I didn't fail to notice the way his arm muscles flexed, the runes on them made him look so magnificent. He stared down at his feet

“I was bound by some bad people to it. A very long time before you freed me, and now I miss my people; I need to get back to them.”

He looked sad as he spoke.

He didn't belong there.

He leaned up to look right into my eyes.

“What's your name?”

“Rose. My name's Rose”

“Thank you, Rose.”

Emmett told me all about himself, The major ones at least. I know there was more to know after he had told me this:

When I asked him about the originals he spoke of, he mugged and shifted into a wolf.

His flesh gave way to black furs.

His fingers, for claws.

A big one.

Black wolf.

He shifted back in an instant as he saw me visibly shaking frantically. We talked some more before he disappeared into thin air, saying we've got bigger problems and he had to leave me to rest after all I've seen and heard in just one day.

He made me promise to get him home.

He said only I had the fate to do so since I had awoken him.

I'm beginning my search, starting with the urn Emmett left behind.

The wolf legends do exist after all.