ELSA’S PACK

A god

“Guys chill out, I'm your new roommate okay?” I said, as I watched his ferocious jaws near my face.

The werewolf by the right whose brown fur had a darker shade was just a few inches away from me now.

“Let her be Oliver.” The female werewolf said returning to her human self.

“Fine.” He said turning back quite quickly.

“So, who the f**k are you?” The male said, leaning down to get a closer look at me.

“My name is Elsa, Elsa Oppenheimer.”

“Huh, that doesn’t ring a bell, which means you must have really great potential to be here. I'm sorry about earlier, I am Ser Oliver Hamilton, the crown prince of Estonia.” He said holding up a serious face which made him actually look funny considering he wasn’t that kind of person.

I was still very stunned nevertheless, for before me stood the heir of Estonia, probably the greatest nation in the world.

“And I am lady Isabel Stongwill. So tell me Elsa, where are you from?” Isabel asked, walking closer now.

For the first time, I paid attention to their features. Isabel had a shimmering auburn hair that was made in a pony braided style, which went down her shoulder. She had eyes that exposed indifference as if the world bored her.

Oliver on the other hand was laced with thick honed muscles, he was quite good looking and it was no surprise since he had the alpha blood line in him. I could feel his suppressed aura, which promised to be devastating. They stood there, both clad only in the barest essentials, his worn boxer’s, her a loose bra, with her lace hanging low her hips.

“I’m from Bulgaria.” I answered, staring at them awkwardly.

“Haha, that's really funny Elsa. You’ve a good sense of humor.” Oliver said, exposing his neatly placed denticles.

“Yeah, it would have been a nice joke if it wasn’t true.” I said, accepting his outstretched arm to get on my feet.

“Elsa, are you certain your head wasn’t bumped against the loose stone when you fell.” Confusion etched on her face.

“You guys have no idea what I've been through today, okay? So please don’t add to my stress, and I’m perfectly sane.” I responded, clearly vexed.

“Are you really from Bulgaria, but that's… that's impossible.” Oliver said almost in a whisper.

“And yet, here I am, in this legendary school, fated by the gods.” I said as I approached my bed and sat down.

“If what you say is true, well then, this is no fate, it’s just a game and we are pawns of Zamora.” Isabel replied her tone subdued.

“Do you realize what this means Elsa, you’re the first in your bloodline and in your country to attend Sheffield Academy.” He added, his eyes still displaying his disbelief.

I didn’t respond, I hardly cared about the record I broke. My hand caressed the soft mattress and I laid down without hesitation, settling in it.

“Hey Elsa, you won’t report Oliver, right? You can’t do that.” Isabel said.

“Well, If you treat me well, I’m sure we can come to some sort of understanding.” I responded with my eyes closed already.

“Thats good to hear, you won’t have any complaints, Isabel is a nice person, you’ll definitely like her.” Oliver said. I couldn’t see him but It felt like he was giving Isabel a pleading look while saying this.

I heard the door shut a few seconds later. He had already left.

I felt a bitter pain in me, as I started to recount everything I've been through already. I had also lost Ser Brownwell, a great knight, and a courageous man who smiled even in death. I felt the tears escape my eyes down my cheeks. Was there really a justification for the many losses and pain I’ve faced?

I had brought this tragedy to my family. Sometimes, I feel If I had obeyed the law of nature and died that night, my parents might have been alright now.. My deep thoughts led me to my slumber.

“ELSA.” The voice echoed. I opened my eyes to find myself in a vast desert. The voice called my name again this time clearer, I turned my back but it was at that moment the aura brought me down to my knees subconsciously again.

“You have a good start, but I’m confused, don't you know what you are?” The lady said.

It was amazing because this time it was fully myself talking to me in human form.

“What? I'm Elsa. Elsa Oppenheimer, with a destiny prewritten by the gods.” I answered honestly.

“You say the right things to the wrong questions.”

“This meeting, what does it mean? Am I close to my goal.”

“I’ll be honest with you, you still have quite a long run ahead of you.” She said gently. But, I did promise I’ll see you again when you become powerful enough to be worth my time.

“You’re not telling me anything. Why do you only ask me questions and give me impossible tasks.” I responded, my frustration seeping into my words.

“Elsa, you are not given an impossible task, remember why you want to rise above the ranks of power. Alright fine, you can only ask me two questions.”

“Thank you, for my first question, can you tell me if my dad is okay?”

“Yes Elsa, he is very much alive and well.” She answered with certainty. My mind was at ease now, as I heaved a deep sigh, his safety was all that mattered.

“Okay, my next question. Who are you?”

“Hahahaha.” The mirror of myself laughed continuously, not seeming to stop any time soon.

“You have to answer my question.” I replied.

She stopped laughing and I saw myself now on the hot sand while her leg was upon me.

“Who do you think you’re to speak to me that way? You're weakling!” She exclaimed, stomping on my belly. I gasped for breath holding on to my stomach.

“Fine, can you at least tell me your name?” I tried to be as careful and humble as possible while speaking.”

“You see that, that's how Bulgaria got to where it is today it literally settled for less. Hahaha.” She laughed hysterically. I couldn’t understand her. Sometimes she behaved crazy and said things without explanation.

“I’m in a good mood, Oppenheimer, and for that I'll tell you what I am.” She said having a relaxed look now.

Was she really going to do it, or maybe it’s a trap to get me to say something. I decided to stay quiet and just watch.

“I am not a werewolf Elsa, neither am I a monster. I'm something greater, something divine and untamed, I am a god.”