Chapter 75

Finally, I remember that I was turning into something I had seen myself not ever becoming. Sure, there had been times when I was very much younger and I had really envied the werewolves and had wished to be them. I had wanted to be one so bad, I had pushed myself and pushed myself. Just so I could hear a voice from my werewolf or leap into it, but nothing. And now, from nowhere, all of a sudden I was going to be a Lucan, or I was already turning to be a Lycan, which was even greater than werewolves and the idea was absurd.

Life. Life, had it way of playing with someone. The same me, that had always been bullied all her life for not being a werewolf was on my way to being a Lycan. I could feel it in my bones. Even before Ella had explained why my eyes had turned gold or why a voice has been speaking in me, something in me just felt it. And the feeling felt like home. I already loved my Lycan form even if it was yet to be fully formed already. I had already accepted it.

Then, there wa