Call Me Robin

I watch as he takes off running and shifts into his wolf, his coat a shiny black. I look around for her, who is ushering people through the doors. That is some relief. I wasn’t completely alone right now. I put on a level head and begin gathering all the women and children. I saw them in the vicinity and started heading towards his office. It was one of the few rooms he showed me before we took off this morning. 

“He wants all the women and children in the safe room in his office, including you.” She gives me a look of protest but luckily, she comes with me without very much protest. Together the two of us begin leading the women and children to the safe room. When a sharp pain goes through my chest, I grab hold of it as a voice comes to me.

Your Mate is hurt. Help him!

Hey, I’ve never shifted for the longest time since I was nine, and I have never fought before. You know this I can’t yet.

I look up from the ground to face her, who is beginning to look worried. I can’t just sit back and let him get hurt; regardless of anything, he is my mate, and I, the future Luna, need to do something.

“He’s hurt. I need to go help him.” She places her hand on my arm, giving me a knowing look. I turn on my heels and take off, running down the steps and towards the main entrance. 

Now, what do I do?

Let me take over, close your eyes and breathe, and it will hurt. But just keep breathing. You’ll be okay. Stop running now, close your eyes and breathe. 

I did what she told me to do and stopped running. Closing my eyes, I take deep, slow breaths. A burning heat rushed through my body, followed by the sound of breaking bones. I took one last deep breath as the shift completed. As soon as it was over, wasting no time, my wolf sniffs the air, catches his scent, and takes off in that direction.  Leaping over the hedge lining the open field, I can see him with a giant wolf on his backbiting him and another charging right for him. I watch as the rogue closes in on him. My wolf takes off, running like a bullet coming out of a gun towards the rogue charging him. She leaps into the air, catches the wolf by the neck, and begins shaking it back and forth.

“Ahh!” I shout as I snap awake from a dead sleep. I'm sweating from my head to my toes. 

Another memory or something I don't know. This is not the first time I have had a blurry dream. Who's that woman? What's that voice inside of me? Questions that only time can tell and answer. 

It's been over four hundred years since that night, and I'm still me, never getting old, I stayed looking like eighteen, but in reality, I'm four hundred and eighteen years old, I get old by numbers and age but not in body or flesh. 

Ria was not my name anymore; I've been changing my name every fifty years for safety purposes because I'm a werewolf living in the human world. It's bizarre, but this is the only way I know how to live, and this is what my beloved mother planned for me. 

There's only one person I trust in the human world, Rolf, my mother's faithful servant since she was eight years old, and the same werewolf who brought me here.

There are only two werewolves in the human world as far as I know, Rolf and me, but his name is Darren now, while my name is Robin Doctor Robin Harris. A veterinarian in the human world. 

I don't shapeshift or hunt bears for lunch; that would be ridiculous. I sleep, eat, and go to work like a normal human being. I have a life. 

My alarm rings, but as usual, I get up earlier, which makes it useless. 

I take a bath, put on some casual clothes, jeans, and a white plain shirt, and to make it a more enticing statement, I pair it with my combat-high-cut boots. 

I glance at my reflection in the mirror, no makeup, just my ivory skin, my long brown wavy hair, and the same honeycomb deep-set eyes that I got from my mother.

I growl; it has been a routine ever since I was a kid, a habit that I wasn't too successful in unlearning and letting go of.

In those four hundred years living here in the human world, I was told to enter showbiz one time by a talent manager. That's how pretty my face is, not that I'm pompous; I'm a sincere woman.

I prepare my daily breakfast avocado toast with a soft-boiled egg on top and a glass of orange juice. 

I was licking my fingers as proof that eating avocado toast never gets out of style. 

I yank my white doctor's robe on the dresser and my keys on the key holder. Lock the door, and walk out of my house premises towards my 1939 BMW big bike; you might call it old, but damn, it is so smooth on the road, I'm in the 20th century, having the best time of my life.

I fix my belongings inside my motor box and drive away. 

I finished my veterinarian degree for the sixteenth time at Oxford University. Even I, with no human blood, only in human form, adapted to change; after all, it's the only constant thing. 

I had to set aside Ria Luan, daughter of the packhouse of Alpha Allen, and Luna Rhian the first werewolf pack that was chosen by the blood moon Goddess to rule the entire werewolf realm. Our family was the strongest among the packs; we ruled our world a thousand ages ago, until one bloody night when all my pack was slaughtered brutally. I feel that Ria in me died on the same bloody night. 

"Dr. Harris, good morning; you have ten animals to check on today." 

Alice, my clinic assistant. Her voice was sweeter than sugar; her lips were always ready for a smile. I envy her. My face has always been cold and emotionless.

"Did you say ten? Mostly dogs, I suppose?"

"Right on track, Doctor." She retorts back at me, plastering her warm smile.

"My my, just my luck," My lips twitch at the sudden energy I'm channeling to pull off this tiring day ahead for both of us. 

I immediately walk to my office, where I see patients lining up to the lobby hall of my animal clinic when Alice calls for me again. 

"Phone call, Doctor." She yells. 

"Tell that person to hang on; I need to put my expensive helmet into safekeeping first." 

Alice smirk, whirling away from me. For the years she has worked for me, she's aware of my fetish when it comes to my precious baby helmets. 

I put my helmet on the second drawer on my table and stride back to the reception area, where the phone is, grabbing it into my hands and putting it close to my ear. 

"Ria."

I don't have to guess who's on the other line, the only person who calls me by my birth name is Rolf, or should I call him Darren.