Chapter 3

Lilith woke up slowly, languidly, in the early hours of the following day, not knowing what had woken her up, but she found out soon as she realized some astonishing, unexpected, and quite frankly, shocking changes.

The first thing her groggy mind, which was still clinging to the last remnants of sleep from a crazy day at school, made her aware of was her changed eyesight. Even as a werewolf, her eyes sight wasn't incredible. Everything was so clear, even in the near darkness of the early morning. She had never seen such startling clarity before; this was like a new experience for Lilith.

The tiny dust motes floating in the air, the individual strokes of paint on the bedroom walls, the specks of dirt on the carpet, she could see it all. She noticed colors were more vibrant, and there was so much more to everything: color, shape, pattern. She never knew there were so many shades of white before. Her eyesight was better than any human or werewolf could hope to achieve.

After staring for twenty minutes at the pattern the wood grain made in her, dresser Lilith figured she had better see what other changes she might have gained while sleeping. Hopefully, they were as wonderful as her newfound eyesight.

After listening for a few minutes to check to ensure that Damien and Cora were still asleep, she tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. Upon entering the cool, tiled room, she could only stare in shock at the reflection staring back at her in the mirror. The girl in the mirror was about five foot five, a little taller than she'd been when she'd gone to sleep and woke up from the accident. Her face was not as round anymore, but heart shape. 

She had high cheekbones and a button nose placed neatly over full lips. Her eyes were a deep emerald green before, framed by long, sooty lashes. Beforehand her eye color was light teal. Her hair was pure silk, cascading down to the middle of her back like an inky black waterfall, which was also very new; there was no way Damien and Cora wouldn't notice that his hair had grown several inches overnight.

Her body was still slender, but he was a little more shapely than she'd been. Her waist was now an hourglass shape, and her hips were more extensive and rounded. Lilith had twice as big breasts, much to her horror, from being a B cup to a straight-up double D cup with solid and long legs and a pert bum. 

Her skin was perfectly smooth and unblemished. Not a freckle or scar marred the ivory flesh, which was new. Every scar she'd thought out her life. When she'd gone to sleep, the night before was gone…all of them bar one, the scar above her heart, and there'd been quite a few of them too due to her life being a werewolf and training. But now, with them all gone, with all of the other changes, she was beautiful, and that wasn't a word she would have ever picked to refer to herself before.

After stripping off her pajama to get a better look at herself, Lilith peered once more into the mirror. She could hardly believe the reflection in the mirror was her. She twirled around before something red caught her eye. She looked closer, trying to see what had caught her attention. She gasped loudly, partly in shock, partly in horror, as she caught sight of what had caught the overhead light—some Unknown marking covering parts of her upper back and the sides of her arms. They looked like tattoos so she could use them as a cover story. Lilith That as she looked at the mirror once more. 'I'd better get back to my room before my brother and Cora wake up. I don't want to deal with them right now. Lilith thought to herself as she redressed and padded back to her bedroom.

 'Thank the moon today was a Saturday; I don't have to deal with having to go to the school that I call Hell. Back in her room, dressed in casual clothes, Lilith decided to do some self-research. She needed to know what was going why she was changing, and these odd markings on her body. So Lilith made her way to her father's study, Hoping that her father's hoard of books and knowledge he had gathered throughout the years could tell her what was going on.  

         She was finally making it to her father's office. Lilith quietly stepped inside and closed the door to ensure she wasn't her. Lilith couldn't help but smile as her dad's office had not changed since she was a little girl trying to look over his desk, wondering what he was doing back then. Lilith shook her head as she could feel the tears forming in her eyes. It's only been three years since her father and mother died, and she misses them dearly. But right now is not the time to get lost in memory lane. She needed to find out what was going on, so looking through her father's vast knowledge of creatures he's been collecting throughout the years, you can tell that he had bookshelves covering the entire office walls. 

His office was the exact size you would see in a CEO's office. Lilith let out a sigh knowing this is going to take a while. An old boy was she right after reading probably 20 different books about markings, little it was no closer to figuring out what was going on with her—so getting another book from the pile. The Book was about magical creatures. Lilith  Noticed that this book was a lot thicker than another book; flipping through the pages, she noticed the same markings on a particular creature that caught her interest. The markings were the same, but there were slight altercations to him, but this was the closest thing she could match.