Mourning

Natalie's POV

The moment I shut the door, I rushed back to the mirror,

“What the hell is going on?!?” I tried not to scream, but I couldn't help it. I was screaming? My mouth was also moving in my reflection. That was me, that is me. The person in the mirror is me!

“Are you okay in there, Clara?” The old man asked.

“Clara?” I wondered. Who is Clara?

“I'm… I'm fine, thank you” I replied in a hurry, hoping that he would leave already. I didn't hear any more sounds.

I began to pace around the large room in panic. I wondered if I was dreaming, so I kept pinching myself hoping to wake up, but I was still here.

“Angel?” I called, was she here with me as well?

“Clara,” she responded, and my heart shattered to pieces. My wolf doesn't recognize me as well,

“Angel, it's me, it's me, Natalie” I explained, but she called again,

“Clara,” and I burst into tears. What happened? How did all these happen? How am I in someone else's body?

Before I knew it, Angel burst into laughter. She laughed so