CHAPTER TWO

My heart raced with a mix of tension and anger, as I grappled with the belief that my girlfriends were plotting some elaborate prank on me.

But deep down, I couldn't fathom how these seemingly contented ladies, immersed in the pleasures of their lovers' tender embraces and passionate encounters, could possibly spare a thought for me in the dead of night.

Then, piercing the air, a chilling howl echoed through the darkness, followed by a symphony of haunting cries from multiple wolves.

Fear gripped me, but what truly terrified me was the thunderous sound of racing footsteps closing in from all directions.

In that moment, instinct took over, and I leaped to my feet, sprinting away in a blind panic.

My desperate flight through the night was hindered by the confining grip of skinny jeans, denying me the freedom of movement I desperately needed.

As I ran, my curiosity got the better of me, and I dared to steal a glance over my shoulder to catch a glimpse of the source of my terror.

What I saw made my heart skip a beat – three four-legged creatures with eyes that burned like torches.

The middle one, with its eyes glowing an ominous red, sent a shiver down my spine, while the others' eyes emanated an eerie blue glow.

Panic-stricken, I screamed for help, certain that I was about to become a feast for these relentless wolves, who pursued me with unwavering determination.

Yet, despite my cries, no salvation appeared on the horizon. Exhausted from my futile attempts at escape, I succumbed to desperate panting, drenched in sweat.

Just when I thought all hope was lost, the wolf with the crimson eyes began a slow, deliberate approach. It moved cautiously, almost as if aware of the potential danger I posed.

Overwhelmed by fear, I closed my eyes and tears streamed down my face. After what felt like an eternity, the beast pounced, and I engaged in a fierce struggle to protect myself.

To my surprise, its companions did not join the fray, contenting themselves with malicious growls and bared fangs, saliva dripping from their menacing jaws.

I cried out for help, but the world remained silent, leaving me alone and defenseless against the hunger-driven wolves closing in for the kill.

Suddenly, I felt a searing pain as the red-eyed wolf sank its teeth into my shoulder.

The bite was excruciating, and something otherworldly coursed through me.

My strength drained away, leaving me weak and helpless, at the mercy of these ravenous creatures, eagerly awaiting their evening feast.

I cried out for help until my voice grew tired and my pleas turned into heavy panting.

Unable to recall what happened next, the last image etched in my memory was the menacing glare of a blue-eyed wolf.

A month later, I stepped onto the grounds of Molvia University, brimming with excitement and a sense of accomplishment as a fresh-faced freshman ready to embark on a journey into the world of biology.

Despite the events of the past month and the transformative effect of the bite I had endured, I had decided to leave the terrifying encounter with the werewolf behind me.

As I walked through the university gates, a surge of pride and happiness washed over me.

This was the beginning of a new chapter, a chance to embrace the possibilities that lay ahead.

Although the bite had altered my very essence, turning me into a creature of fangs, claws, and glowing eyes, I refused to let fear dictate my future.

Curiosity compelled me to delve into the world of werewolves, seeking answers to the changes within me.

The research revealed a startling truth – I had been bitten by an alpha werewolf, a far cry from the ordinary creature I had initially presumed. The path that followed the bite was one of pain, fear, and discomfort, but now, standing at the threshold of my first day at school, I chose to focus on the excitement and hope that lay before me.

Arriving in class, I realized I had arrived earlier than most of my fellow students.

The lecture hall buzzed with chatter as students settled into their seats, engrossed in their phones and conversations, awaiting the arrival of the lecturer.

I found a seat in the middle rows, eager to immerse myself in the upcoming academic adventure.

To drown out the noise and immerse myself in my own world, I plugged in my airpods and lost myself in the familiar tunes of Celine Dion.

Yes, I admit, her music may belong to a bygone era, but it resonated with me, fueling my self-love and aspirations.

It was my personal soundtrack as I daydreamed about future relationships, losing myself in the melodies and lyrics that transported me to a world of possibility.

As the lecturer finally made his entrance, a wave of latecomers flooded into the hall.

I glanced at them, knowing these individuals would become my classmates, my companions on this educational journey.

But among the crowd, my eyes fixated on one particular figure – a strikingly handsome young man with a rich chocolate complexion, curly hair, and a physique that exuded confidence.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from him; a magnetic connection seemed to ignite between us, even without a single word spoken.

He appeared slightly lost, unable to find a seat, and that's when I realized fate had smiled upon me – the desk beside me, to my left, was unoccupied.

In a surreal twist, silence descended upon the room, as if everything that had transpired before had been a mere illusion. The world held its breath, and so did I, ready to embark on this captivating and mysterious journey through the halls of knowledge.