Chapter 6

A sharp scent of dust welcomed me as I walked into the storeroom. Oh, man! This place is so fucking dusty. I waved my hand dismissively, coughing out to the dust that just couldn’t quite dance through my nozzle.

I stepped into the room and started to look around, every corner of the room seemed to be screaming in desperate need of cleaning. Let's just get this over with. I walked to the front shelf, scanning the top shelves for the item I needed. There it was! I guess so. I took out a box that looks like an old jewelry box or something like that, I blow the dust off before I opened it. Just as I thought, it contained jewelry and a weird stuff that looks like jewelry. I took out a chain that was wrapped around something that looks like an eyeball.

"What the hell is this?" I muttered to myself gazing at it with a questioning brow. I dropped it back into the box and continued to look through it. Necklace, earrings, bangles, ankles- seriously, isn’t there anything worthwhile here? I roll my eyes in annoyance and closed it up. I ran my hands through the shelves, there aren’t anything that seems to get my attention.

Down to the second shelf, I scrolled my eyes at the dusty arranged books. Most of them are mythological books and not my cup of tea. I huffed already exhausted by this.

Scrolling….. Scrolling…. Scrolling….. Books, artworks… blah….blah….. I halted my count as I came across a necklace wall. The necklace hung around it looks very similar to mine, it’s so familiar to me. My brows wrinkled as I took a closer look. I was about to take it off the necklace wall when I heard footsteps heading towards the store room. Oh shit! I instantly took the necklace and shoved it into my pants pocket and ran to hide behind the last shelf like a ninja. And just as I thought it wouldn’t get dustier it did. I held my cough in wanting not to get caught. I can’t afford to get caught here, whoever it is should please leave before I blow out the dust off my nozzle.

The sound of the footsteps was clicking on the wooden floor and I can tell the person wore heels. I tried not to make any noise but those dusty clouds inside me just won’t quit until they get me sneezing. Screw this, I can’t stand those dusty things. I gently walked away from the shelves and as soon as I turned around to see who it was, my heart raced faster than my foot. Holy shit! She’s Ashton’s mother. Jane had told me a lot about her, she is cruel, wicked; even more wicked than normal werewolves. I bet she will feast on me if she finds out that I’m a human.

With the look on her face, I can tell that she isn’t the smiley-face type of woman. Is there even any smiley-face person in the werewolf land?

Jane actually never showed me Ashton's mother, all she said was that the lady looks like a truck of makeup crashed on her and a couple of surprises in it. So basically, there is a 1% percent chance that she isn’t the cruel woman I’m talking about but I can’t take that chance, can I?

Lost in my thoughts, I found myself somewhere around the storeroom, and to myself, it’s very clean, with not a single blemish at the top or end. This is so weird, why will a part of the store room be extremely dusty and the rest is clean?

I looked around the entire place, scanning and talking in bit by bit. There is a timid, bluish, pale light peeping from a window to my left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held a computer, and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic basrelief. This is very weird because this side of the room looks different and the other side looks like a whole other dimension. It’s like a human and a werewolf whereby a human is this side of the room, calm and happy, and the other side is the werewolf, well, you what werewolves are.

Am I crazy or what? This is dazzling my eyes. I walked forward and, finally, the cardinal element of the room came into sight, a large painting, of who I’m guessing was the king or so. He was wearing a crown so yes. I think he was the king.

Irradiating my surroundings, a tap on my shoulder distracted me from the observation. Holy shit! It’s time to face my fears. Speaking of the makeup witch, here she comes.

Before I could turn around to face her, she spoke

"Who are you?" Her voice alone shook me to the ground. I can’t feel my knees.

I took a deep breath and turned to face her.

"I-I’m Maya," I responded.

God! Look at her face, does she really thinks she looks beautiful with all those makeup on?

"What are you doing here?" She asked almost immediately as I responded to her question. It won’t kill her to be less aggressive and calmer. I mean, she sounds like a lady who is venting her anger on the delivery who brought her the wrong package.

"I was Uhm, looking for the…."

I don’t know what to say…. I think to think fast before she starts snarling at me. Maya, think, think, think….

She turned her face away from me and gently walked over to the painting. "What do you see in this painting?" She asked looking at the painting

Is she seriously asking me that?

"Uhm- I see a king" I responded

"Just that?" She asked

What else is on the painting? Who even cares about the painting?

"Y-yeah."

"Leave!" She instructed

What?

Her eyes drifted to me and she looked at me up and down; a strange look on her face. Even stranger than the makeup she had on.

Is she angry, or is she shocked? I can’t tell but whatever it is, she covers it quickly. She pressed her lips on in line and swallowed. "You are Jane’s cousin" She scoffs gently walking toward me, not even trying to hide her dislike as she speaks

"Uhm- yeah," I said

She eyed me from head to toe before turning around as if she were swayed. "Never wander around the house again," She instructed

I wasn’t wandering, woman. I was just looking around for some damn things about the mother fucker werewolf that feasted on my mom.

"You may leave now." She said

Sure, I wasn’t willing to stay anyways, after all the rude looks you gave me even if you beg I wouldn’t stay.

"Okay," I say and walked out of the room. That lady is everything Jane said about her. She is weird, cruel, and even nastier but who am I to be surprised, I always knew werewolves are nothing like humans, they are just like animals. The least she could do right now is make sure the store room is cleaned up entirely.

Lost in my wonders, I halted when I saw a bunch of men training. Actually, they are werewolves, and by God! Each of them looks hot! Look at those abs. I instantly blink my eyes to snap me out of my thoughts, werewolves are monsters, they can never be hot. Never. I watched them as they fought each other, some were lifting weights others were just exercising and most were doing things I don’t seem to understand. Aston stood in front and was instructing them, he and a guy, I couldn’t see the face of the guy because he was facing the other side.

I turned my gaze to some guys who were lifting weights. They seem to be part of the most high-ranking werewolves, those muscular arms of theirs are threatening and damn-they are burning my eyes. Both looked at me, sniffing the air as I watched them. They both put down the weights and the most muscular one gave a strange questioning look as if he knows I have no wolf in me.

"You!" One of them said, "Are you a werewolf?" He questioned. Everyone’s attention drafted to me making me the center of attention.

Holy shit! I’m screwed….