Chapter 5

I laid flat on the bed, hands clasped above my abdomen, as I stared at the ceiling. The dim light of the lamp on my bedside table had illuminated the room, as the gust of frigid wind passed through the window, caressing my bare skin that caused me to pull the blanket to cloak my entire body. It was already dark outside and I was inside of my room, contemplating.

Since the time I was having anxiety attacks because of the trauma I had when my parents died, we’d moved out of our place and transferred to another. We were currently living in a small apartment, away from the home I’d grown to love and fear. It was a relief to be out of that place, but it was unsettling since I didn’t know when the werewolves would come. I had lived in fear, and it was something I got used to. The fear was very specific and I was certain this was rooted not only because of my parents’ death but the existence of werewolves. Since even my therapist wouldn’t believe anything I say, no one really helped me to overcome the anxiety. But now that I saw a  door of opportunity that suddenly appeared in front of me, why would I decline and avoid it.

I wanted to sign up in that organization, not because I wanted the money, but because I wanted to prove to them what I was saying was the plain truth. I didn’t want them to remain blind to this fact, not when people were suddenly getting lost and some were even murdered. An animal bite, that’s how they concluded it. They were talking about coyotes that lingered in the woods, but I highly doubt they had a craving for human flesh. The politics just didn’t want to talk about the issue that much because they were dodging the fact. I had always known it. They had been scared to admit their existence that’s why they did nothing to stop it.

But maybe this organization would. It was a relief knowing that I wasn’t the only one who had faith in their existence. I wasn’t the only one who became skeptical about sudden deaths and the loss of people. Contrary to what that hot guy in the park said, werewolves weren’t created to scare the children from going out at night, it was created because someone had seen them. If politics would do nothing to solve this mystery, then I would. I couldn’t stand to just sit here and do nothing while I let those people got devoured by werewolves, not when I knew everything about them. 

I sat upright, getting out of bed, and moved beside the door where a coat rack stood. Grabbing my jacket, I slid my hand inside the pocket and pulled the poster out of it. Uncrumpling the paper, I read everything in it. The email was written at the bottom of the poster, making me glance at my computer. Moving closer to it, I turned the computer on and settled on the chair.

I really appreciated Valerie’s job offer, but this thing didn’t suddenly pop up for nothing. There was a reason why this had appeared: this was my cue to move. I needed answers and I needed to put an end to these creatures. I knew they killed my parents, not some coyotes who barely existed in the place we lived in. 

Once the computer was turned on the mail had popped on the screen, I immediately composed an email to contact this organization. I was keeping my fingers crossed that they would still accept new members because I badly needed to part of this. 

Hitting send, I sighed in relief and looked once again at the email. It didn’t take a while before they responded.

Dear Portia Laurent, 

Thank you for reaching out to us. We’re the Silver Stag organization that aims to find a  new DNA for the project our corporation is working on. We’re so pleased that you find an interest in this project and we’re currently welcoming a new member that’s willing to work with us. Please confirm this email for more details.

Regards,

Rudy Shelton 

Senior Manager 

Silver Stag Organization

That was the email they sent me. With my heart thumping fast and quivering fingers, I reluctantly clicked confirm and they sent me another email. It contained the location of the corporation and the business phone number so I could contact them. Alongside that, they sent me the requirements for the application which contained the birth certificate, medical report, and a valid ID. The only thing I didn’t have was the medical report so I knew where I would head tomorrow.

This was my perfect opportunity to prove what I believed in.