*Rustle*
The room was lit up by dim lamps giving it a majestic and romantic touch. The bed was laden with fresh rose petals of the highest quality. There were still fresh so much so that Evelyn could smell its scent without even sniffing in the air. And at the edge of this rose laden bed sat Evelyn curled up … nervous. Her lips pursed from time to time as the uncertainty in her heart crept up to her brains.
Yes, she was the bride of today’s marriage. Today was her day to celebrate and she was waiting dressed in her white bridal dress that flowed to her very knees. She was waiting for her groom.
The bed was huge to her who had ever so slept on a single bed to date. It was large enough such that five of herself could fit in it. The bedsheets were soft and had the texture of the highest quality. It felt like if she were to caress it, her hands would melt away.
Yet, Evelyn sat on the edge curled up out of nervousness instead of relaxing herself in that beautiful bed. Her whole body was tense as her pupils vibrated without her knowledge. It was a new place and new environment, no matter how luxurious it was she couldn’t get used to it. She wanted to run back to her old nest.
The day was long… so many guests… so many greetings… so many gifts… so many formalities. There was almost no end to it! She herself wasn’t sure how she had gone through all of this.
If she told someone that she had been in such a huge marriage ceremony before she would have used a big fat lie. And yet, she was elated that the biggest marriage she had attended by far was her own!
After such a long and tedious day she would have been out cold on her bed out of tiredness alone… but not today… today she couldn’t even think straight!
‘What’s taking him so long?’ Evelyn thought. She might be nervous but there were several expectations mixed along with it so much so that she couldn’t rest in peace.
She had heard many tales of their first nights from her friends and now that she was herself experiencing it, a fervent of emotions ran through her heart, almost crushing it in their storm.
The one that she referred to as ‘him’ was of course her groom, Steve. He was rich and stylish and yes he was rich again. Important things need to be repeated twice.
He was the perfect man all of her unmarried friends would love to get their hands on. If he had any fault it was that she didn’t know much of anything about him. Her parents had arranged a blind date with that man and that was how it began.
For some reason, Steve had agreed to marry her just after meeting her twice. Evelyn might have refused at first but with her parents and friends compelling her against it, she had chosen to follow their advice. After all, only a fool would leave out on such a man.
It was then…
*swish*
The door swung open as Steve walked in. He was pulling onto his tie. It was stuck on his neck making it difficult to breathe. He had a handsome and symmetric face with a sharp jawline. His hair short and black were styled to beauty giving him his elegant appearance.
‘He’s here,’ Evelyn hid her face between her raised legs in embarrassment. So what if she didn’t know much about this man? So what if she had no feeling involved? Any girl would feel embarrassed at sharing a bed with a man for the first time!
Steve was in his business attire. He had a black suit with a red tie hanging from his neck. Why was he dressed like this? There was some major collapse in his workplace. He had been getting calls of help ever since morning. So reluctantly he had to go there as soon as the marriage vows finished. Unlucky him, he had to work even on his marriage day. At least that’s what Evelyn thought. Those guests that knew gave him lots of condolences.
“Man, I am beat,” Steve whispered as if he was talking to himself. He jumped onto the bed.
The bed sprung up and down due to its elasticity as it adjusted to his weight. Evelyn was even more scared than before. She closed her eyes shut as she resisted the urge to squeak. His hands might be invading her any minute now, at least that is what she had heard from her friends. She wasn’t much versed in all of this.
‘All men are the same. They are wolves in sheep’s disguise,’ that’s what her bestie told her and she used to chuckle every time she remembered her words… but not today. Today was an exception.
But alas nothing, as she had expected, happened.
‘Eh? What is happening?’ she grew suspicious. There was pin-drop silence in the room.
Slowly Evelyn opened her eyes. But all she found was Steve sleeping on the bed out cold. He hadn’t even bothered to get out of his business attire. Staring at him for a minute longer Evelyn confirmed that he had indeed fallen asleep.
“Is that how it goes?” Evelyn whispered. She wasn’t very knowledgeable but practically nothing happened.
She had a habit of gossiping with her friends and nights like these were always a hot topic. Those many tales that she had heard only made her imaginations running wild but all of them were but her fantasies. Her friends would definitely ask her tomorrow how her wedding night went. How would she answer them? Would she say that nothing happened? That sounded boring if not anything.
She sighed.
“And what was I getting nervous for? All for nought,” she dropped her shoulders as she was finally taking proper breaths. Till now it was as if she was choking herself.
Her shoulders relaxed as they let go of their tense state. Not having anything else in mind other than doubt and conflict she slipped out of the bed and headed for the restroom. But she didn’t leave before giving another complicated look towards the bed. Unlike back at her house where the whole family shared a single washroom, in this mansion, every room had its separate one. ‘Quite the luxury if someone were to ask me.’ She sipped into it pulling the door and splashed some water on her face at the washbasin. Her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair flowed like a river on her shoulders and her long eyelashes were enough to make her friends jealous. But alas her long eyelashes were the only feature she took pride in. Other than that her facial feat
Evelyn’s gaze switched between the two men. She couldn’t make head or tails of the situation. A long line of questions came to her head. Where was she? What were these people? How was she here? She thought deep… she thought hard trying to recollect how she had got to this forsaken place. ‘Yeah, the last thing that I remembered was that weird circle. That dude in a white shirt talked about summoning. Don’t tell me…’ Even if she had discerned it correctly she could not believe her own reasonings! By no means it was easy for her to believe all of this. The man in the white man signalled a wolf behind him. As if by some magic he turned back to a human as particles of white light shined from his body. He pulled out a sword from somewhere as he looked at Evelyn with a sight of scorn.
*Cough* Ken cleared his throat as he was about to put forward his point. “Everyone, as I had promised you. I have summoned the girl. And let me promise you that I more than anyone else want my pack and the werewolf race to prosper. Therefore we must use all cards possible and use every means available to bring down the humans and take back what is rightfully ours. We must be able to rise to the day when the moon shines on the land and we can proudly stand and say that we rule these lands and the humans are our subordinates, a lower race. That is why I implore you to support my cause.” Stevan got up, removing his sword from Evelyn’s neck. Evelyn could take a breath of fresh air as she realized that her life had been extended. A few years at best and a few minutes at worst. She wanted to cry but she choked her own
After a while, she found herself locked up behind the bars as those guards left the place. *Crash* There was a werewolf at the opposite side of her cell along the long corridor. He was an inmate just like her and he was smashing his head hard against the bars trying to get himself out of there. He was in wolf form of course. The horrid side that he painted made her gasp. He was bleeding from the head with a lot of blood spilling on the cell bars as well. His injuries seemed to be healing fast and as soon as they did he crashed his head again at those bars. *Crash* ‘Am I going to be like that?’ Evelyn bit her lips thinking that now that she was inmate herself she can be reduced to such a state. But she shook her head the
Evelyn stepped back in fear as she shook her head. For all she knew was that Ken was amongst the werewolves. “No…,” She shook her head as tears started welling up in her eyes. What does he want of her now? Does he want to kill her already? Such thoughts ran across her mind. She was surrounded by dark walls on all sides and if Ken attacked her there would be no escape for her. But Ken didn’t move. Who knew what kind of expression he was making? For his face was covered with a mask. All that Everlyn could discern was that his legs didn’t move. He stood like a statue. “Evelyn…,” he whispered under his breath, not wanting anyone to hear it. His voice was like a mouse unnoticed and unheard. *Tap* *Tap*
Evelyn opened her eyes. The sight of Maya stretching herself came into her eyes. Maya too noticed her burning gaze.“Oh, you are awake?” She smiled as she said. Somehow her smile was able to cool Evelyn’s heart which had been in turmoil ever since yesterday.Evelyn nodded.It was then…*Tring* *Tring*A voice as if a bell ringing entered their ears.Evelyn looked left and right in horror. What kind of alarm was this? Was her life in danger?“Ah, you woke up at a nice time indeed,” it’s lunchtime. She sipped out of the cell opening the gates.Turned
Evelyn opened her eyes. The sight of Maya stretching herself came into her eyes. Maya too noticed her burning gaze.“Oh, you are awake?” She smiled as she said. Somehow her smile was able to cool Evelyn’s heart which had been in turmoil ever since yesterday.Evelyn nodded.It was then…*Tring* *Tring*A voice as if a bell ringing entered their ears.Evelyn looked left and right in horror. What kind of alarm was this? Was her life in danger?“Ah, you woke up at a nice time indeed,” it’s lunchtime. She sipped out of the cell opening the gates.Turned
Evelyn stepped back in fear as she shook her head. For all she knew was that Ken was amongst the werewolves. “No…,” She shook her head as tears started welling up in her eyes. What does he want of her now? Does he want to kill her already? Such thoughts ran across her mind. She was surrounded by dark walls on all sides and if Ken attacked her there would be no escape for her. But Ken didn’t move. Who knew what kind of expression he was making? For his face was covered with a mask. All that Everlyn could discern was that his legs didn’t move. He stood like a statue. “Evelyn…,” he whispered under his breath, not wanting anyone to hear it. His voice was like a mouse unnoticed and unheard. *Tap* *Tap*
After a while, she found herself locked up behind the bars as those guards left the place. *Crash* There was a werewolf at the opposite side of her cell along the long corridor. He was an inmate just like her and he was smashing his head hard against the bars trying to get himself out of there. He was in wolf form of course. The horrid side that he painted made her gasp. He was bleeding from the head with a lot of blood spilling on the cell bars as well. His injuries seemed to be healing fast and as soon as they did he crashed his head again at those bars. *Crash* ‘Am I going to be like that?’ Evelyn bit her lips thinking that now that she was inmate herself she can be reduced to such a state. But she shook her head the
*Cough* Ken cleared his throat as he was about to put forward his point. “Everyone, as I had promised you. I have summoned the girl. And let me promise you that I more than anyone else want my pack and the werewolf race to prosper. Therefore we must use all cards possible and use every means available to bring down the humans and take back what is rightfully ours. We must be able to rise to the day when the moon shines on the land and we can proudly stand and say that we rule these lands and the humans are our subordinates, a lower race. That is why I implore you to support my cause.” Stevan got up, removing his sword from Evelyn’s neck. Evelyn could take a breath of fresh air as she realized that her life had been extended. A few years at best and a few minutes at worst. She wanted to cry but she choked her own
Evelyn’s gaze switched between the two men. She couldn’t make head or tails of the situation. A long line of questions came to her head. Where was she? What were these people? How was she here? She thought deep… she thought hard trying to recollect how she had got to this forsaken place. ‘Yeah, the last thing that I remembered was that weird circle. That dude in a white shirt talked about summoning. Don’t tell me…’ Even if she had discerned it correctly she could not believe her own reasonings! By no means it was easy for her to believe all of this. The man in the white man signalled a wolf behind him. As if by some magic he turned back to a human as particles of white light shined from his body. He pulled out a sword from somewhere as he looked at Evelyn with a sight of scorn.
Her shoulders relaxed as they let go of their tense state. Not having anything else in mind other than doubt and conflict she slipped out of the bed and headed for the restroom. But she didn’t leave before giving another complicated look towards the bed. Unlike back at her house where the whole family shared a single washroom, in this mansion, every room had its separate one. ‘Quite the luxury if someone were to ask me.’ She sipped into it pulling the door and splashed some water on her face at the washbasin. Her eyes fell on her reflection in the mirror. Her long hair flowed like a river on her shoulders and her long eyelashes were enough to make her friends jealous. But alas her long eyelashes were the only feature she took pride in. Other than that her facial feat
*Rustle* The room was lit up by dim lamps giving it a majestic and romantic touch. The bed was laden with fresh rose petals of the highest quality. There were still fresh so much so that Evelyn could smell its scent without even sniffing in the air. And at the edge of this rose laden bed sat Evelyn curled up … nervous. Her lips pursed from time to time as the uncertainty in her heart crept up to her brains. Yes, she was the bride of today’s marriage. Today was her day to celebrate and she was waiting dressed in her white bridal dress that flowed to her very knees. She was waiting for her groom. The bed was huge to her who had ever so slept on a single bed to date. It was large enough such that five of herself could fit in it. The bedsheets were soft and had the texture of the highest quality. It felt like if she