Chapter 3: Syrie's Plan

Syria’s plan

Vernon and Trina threw a lot of questions at me when I got home last night while Persuz was just quiet from the corner.

But who wouldn’t care and be intrigued to ask if you came home wearing a man’s clothes and no underwear other than a jacket?

“You seem to be thinking deeply, ah?” My mind seemed to get relax immediately. I turned to Trina who was wondering.

“Oh? I thought you left with them, Vernon?” I asked.

“I didn’t,” he said. “For sure they will hunt wild animals again and I prefer to wait for fresh blood.”

From the race of vampires where I grew up, there are only a few of them who do not drink human blood and Trina is one of them. That’s one reason why I don’t want to go back to Volter.

I can’t bear to see how they kill innocent people and how they spread vampirism. I believe that innocent people should not be affected by what the world I used to belong to has within.

I keep silent, my eyes returned to the outside of the window where there are large trees. Why do I still have that strange man in my mind? Why did I feel like that when my body bumped into him? Why am I weak?

I don’t know and I have no answer to find. Maybe it’s because I don’t know anything about being a werewolf?

“Tell me, what are you thinking?”

“A-ah! N-no, I just thought of something,” I lied. I just scratched my forehead slightly.

“Come on, Syrie, I know something happened,” she seemed to say definitely. I took a deep breath and faced her.

“What do you know about werewolves other than they can read others’ minds?” Trina frowned, wondering.

“Ahm,” she thought for a moment.

“Alpha and their group.”

“Alpha?”

“Yes. Alpha are ones of the strongest werewolves and are considered the leaders of the race of werewolves. They are the strongest among werewolves. They have more abilities than normal werewolves. They can hypnotize, can make you weak by the strong smell released by their hormones, or even shift into animals.

“I did not immediately grasp what I heard. I can’t believe there are such werewolves. Ever since I grew up, no one has told me stories about werewolves like me, not even the parents I recognized. I have fought werewolves and many have been killed but they are all weak.

“Alpha are much bigger than anyone,” she added.

Is he an Alpha?

If there are such groups of werewolves, where do I belong to them?

I still can’t believe that there is much more powerful than any werewolf. After all, in the race of vampires, there is also like that but that is because of their ability and influence and not because they were born naturally like that.

“Syrie!” I was taken aback when Trina’s scream suddenly rang out from outside the house.

I quickly ran towards her and was that shocked to see so many people outside. They are actually werewolves who seemed ready to transform and devour Trina. I quickly went to Trina and hide her behind me. They are many and we probably can’t handle them.

“What do you need?” I asked worriedly.

I saw how some in front stared at me as if they were persecuting me for a great sin.

“Werewolf,” said one man in a low voice, who was ahead of the bothers, with traces of wonderment on his face.

“Who are you all?” I asked again.

“Why are you protecting that vampire?” insisted the man.

“Because she’s my family and don’t you dare to do anything to her!” I boldly replied.

The man smiled as if sarcastically.

“You’re one of the apostates of the werewolf race. You’re a traitor,” he angrily scolded.

“You’re wrong, I’m not a traitor because even from the beginning, I didn’t belong to your race.”

“In that case, you will regret turning your back on the race of your origin. I will let you regret!”

I recoiled when the man in front of me suddenly turned into a werewolf. His fur is black and he has sharp fangs and nails. He was not normal like his companions who also became werewolves after him. He’s bigger than those.

“I’ll fight, Syrie,” Trina whispered behind me.

“But–“

“No! Syrie, I’ll fight! I won’t let you face them all alone.”

Trina rushed to show herself and quickly changed form. She became a vampire with sharp fangs and nails.

Creatures with brave faces who are ready to fight.

“Stop it!” A man shouted when the werewolves were about to attack. I was ready to change my appearance at that moment so that I could fight them but that happened.

The werewolves quickly backed away as if they were afraid of the man coming out of nowhere. He was facing the werewolves whose stance was familiar to me.

“If you don’t stop it, Etros, you’ll regret it,” threatened by a man with a familiar voice.

My forehead furrowed.

“Grrr!” the only answer of the arrogant wolf.

“And who are you?” I asked in wonderment.

I know he’s a werewolf but why did he suppress his fellow wolves?

I looked at Trina like I was wondering. She just shrugged.

The man slowly faced me who immediately widened my eyes.

“You?” I was startled.

“Yeah, it’s me again, Miss. Tell me if they did something bad to you,” he said seriously.

My forehead furrowed that the lines almost overlapped there.

“Huh?”

Instead of answering, the man confronted his relatives again.

“Go away,” the man commanded authoritatively and his relatives immediately obeyed.

“I’m so sorry, Miss they didn’t know what they are doing,” the man apologized.

I get serious. “Why are you apologizing? Isn’t it still in your favor in case they kill us?” I asked sarcastically.

The man simply smiled and stepped closer to us.

“Come on, Miss, if that’s my intention, I just killed you, but look, you’re still alive after we’ve met twice so far?” This guy is so cool that he doesn’t seem to disgust me.

“I don’t really know what you’re intention is, but I have no intention of trusting or taking sides with you!” I was so surly that I lead in my mind what he thinks.

“Let’s just say, I’m interested in you. I want to know you more. I know there’s a reason why you’re like that.”

“Mind your own business! Whatever my reason is, it has nothing to do with you. And if you don’t stop following me, you’ll regret it!” I warned him and want him to threaten.

Trina approached me and whispered. “He’s one of the Alpha, I’m telling you, Syrie.”

I just turned to Trina for a moment and then faced the man again. I don’t care who he is, I only knew he is my enemy.

“I’m not interested in you so please stop chasing me and I might not be able to control myself,” I said.

The man smiled again. He came even closer to me so I stepped backward. He even brought his face closer to me.

“Don’t restrain yourself, let me get in there in your life if you want to know who you really are. Goodbye, Miss,” he whispered.

In an instant, the man disappeared and I was left speechless because of the last things he said. What does he know about my true identity?

“Don’t believe him, Syrie! That man is just tricking you so he can get you,” Trina reminded me as we entered the house.

I took a deep breath. “I know, Trina, but I can’t understand why I want to ask him who I am? What am I? Trina, we both know that only a werewolf can also answer the question who is the real me?” I litany.

“I know, Syrie, but he’s likely an opponent. Maybe he’s just saying that because he has a motive to you.”

“I know that possibility, Trina. But I know in myself whether I should fight or kill.”

“How well do you know that man? He’s not ordinary, he’s strong,” Trina reminded.

“I know because I’ve fought him. He’s not a normal werewolf, he even made me weaken,” I confess to Trina and she got surprised.

“What? You have fought with him? Wait! Let me guess, he’s also the owner of the jacket and t-shirt you were wearing the last night, right?” I nodded slowly.

“I don’t know but he just always shows up somewhere to help me.” I turned from Trina and looked out the window.

“Because he has a motive, Syrie, and whatever it is don’t let him.”

“Who has a motive?” We both turned to Vernon and Persuz who appeared somewhere.

Trina looked at me worriedly. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead.

“A group of werewolves came here a few minutes ago and planned to kill us but suddenly an Alpha came out from somewhere and stopped the thirsty wolves. Looks like an admirer of Syrie,” Trina confessed to the two with another conclusion.

“An alpha?” shocked Vernon said. Trina just nodded.

“Admirer of Syrie?” Persuz asked in surprise.

“Maybe, it’s like that man always comes to rescue her!” I slapped Trina on the arm because of her loudness. I even gave her a threatening look.

I saw Vernon laugh while Persuz is just serious as if thinking something deeply.

“Admirer? Always emerging from somewhere? Alpha?” Persuz uttered one after another then he raised his index finger as if he had a good idea.

“It’s your time, Syrie,” he said.

I frowned at him.

“It’s time for you to enter the world of werewolves, Syrie,” he continued.

“Enter?” wondering I said.

“You heard it right, Syrie, enter the world of werewolves. Don’t you want to avenge your parents and Volter? This is the right time, Syrie, when you enter the world of werewolves, it’s your chance to find there those who killed your parents. You can see there the wolves with the engraved moon on their right shoulders,” Persuz explained at a length.

The four of us looked at each other and I keep silent.

Why didn’t I come up with that idea? Persuz is right, I can use that man to revenge. But how do I start?

I could not wait to take my revenge. It is time to enter their place for my hope -for my revenge.

I quickly got dressed and put on a jacket to go into the woods. I need to see that man and execute the first part of the plan. As I walk through the forest, I could hear the various chirpings of animals and insects along with the breeze and dancing of the trees. I headed to the stream and sat on the large chunk of rock, hoping we would meet again.

I took rocks and threw them into the water one by one to make a noise. I have to see that man because he will be my bridge to revenge. Hours passed but still, no man came or even animals to be killed. I waited a few more hours but it looked like no man would come around. I also don’t smell or feel creatures near me.

“You’re here again.” I don’t know but my heart jumped when I heard his baritone voice. I get nervous for reasons I don’t know.

Why didn’t I feel him? Why can’t I even smell him coming? I turned to him.

“I’m really waiting for you here,” I said calmly.

His eyebrows rose.

“Wow! I can’t believe it, are you waiting for me with that attitude? Even saying thank you–“

“Thank you … thank you for helping me,” I interrupted him.

It’s a plan but why do I really feel like those words naturally came out of my lips.

I have mastered blocking the ability of anyone to not read or feel what I am thinking. I already know how not to be spotted. I prepared for it.

The man’s face lit up at what he heard, he couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, am I dreaming? I heard it right?” he asked in shock.

I want to slap him so that he can really feel what I said and that he is not dreaming.

“Do you want to be able to realize you’re in reality?” I offer.

He laughed.

“No thanks, I know it hurts. I just can’t believe it for I didn’t know you this way. You have had a change of mind!” he said.

“Werewolf change,” I said briefly.

He approached me.

“Tell me, it is because of what I’ve said, isn’t it?” he asked directly.

I was speechless and averted my eyes from him.

“Maybe, but because you saved us that day, I saw you weren’t a bad wolf, that I could trust you,” I lied.

I knew the ability of a werewolf but I am prepared for it so he couldn’t read me.

“Okay,” he replied as if he’s no longer doubting.

“But before anything else, can I ask your name?”

“My name?”

“Uh-uh! Syrie, you?”

“It’s Marcus,” he introduced followed by extending his hand to me. I stared at it for a while before I decided to take it but then, I quickly let go of his hand because I don’t know why there seems to be some energy flowing through my body. I fainted slightly following by my rapid heartbeat.