The Pure Werewolf

CHAPTER 3- The Revelation

Driving through the streets in Kiyome, a lot of things were running through my head. I literally couldn't think. I thought of myself as being brave for even attempting to drive myself. On getting home, I dash inside, throw my bags and shoes in one corner, and attempt to have a cold shower. I'm almost convinced it'd restore my sanity because I feel like I'm very close to losing it. As I'm in the shower, I hear someone open my front door. Logical Ria knows it's most likely my best friend/ boyfriend, but the paranoid Ria will not have it. I leave the shower on, grab my towel, and carry a pen knife from the drawer beside my bed.

"Oh it's you", I said, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Of course, it's your boyfriend". Troy winks at me.

"This isn't funny, I almost had a panic attack."

"Well, I just came back from Clara's and she almost had my head for dinner."

"What happened?" I asked, pretending to be interested.

"She said I was the worst loser she's ever been with, even George, who consistently cheated on her ranked higher than me. I'm so hurt".

" I warned you against getting with her in the first place. I hate to say this; but I told you so, best friend"

"I believe the word you're looking for is boyfriend."

"Oh my God, Troy…you're so corny, it's almost cute.

Troy grins and I laugh out loud.

"Make yourself comfortable, let me go wear something."

"I was trying to do that before you tried to gut me with your little knife."

"A girl is never too careful in Kiyome, you know?"

"That's why she needs a knight in shining armor."

"I can't deal with you", I said, and went towards my bedroom.

Troy comes into my room and I tell him everything that's happened.

"This feels like a movie, not gonna lie"

"I know, it's scary"

"I have to be there when he comes here."

"No, you can't Troy. These people are dangerous."

"You know I'm a stubborn person. I don't take no for an answer. You have to protect yourself too. That's why I have to be there.

"You're not listening, Troy."

"And I won't. This madness has got to stop."

"Were you even listening? These guys snap people's necks in seconds".

"How about this? I'll stay in the basement by the stairs and you'll meet them in the living room. That way, I'm not too close nor am I far away.

"Fine, you win"

I convinced Troy to stay again for the night. We watched a comedy show for hours and then I slept off.

The following day at work was uneventful. Joan decided to join me in my car as hers broke down. The silence in the car is deafening. So I break the silence

"Joan, where do you get your clothes? They're so beautiful."

"Really? Thanks. I got it from the boutique on Ricom Avenue. It's called "Spec Boutique"

"Oh, I'd love to check them out."

Joan was about 32 and married with a daughter. I pretty much knew next to nothing about her.

"You know Ria, I like you. You're one of my best sales representatives. You're persuasive, too.

"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you".

"For real though, I look forward to doing more business with you".

"I'm glad to hear that".

In my 26 years of life, Joan was the nicest boss I've ever had. She was also interested in my personal life. When she found out I had no parents, siblings, or surviving immediate family, she called me crying and saying how sorry she was.

She also invited me several times for dinner at her house but I always found a way to decline.

"This is me" Joan announced. We're at her house. I saw her husband and little daughter. She's probably 4 or 5 years old. They're in the front yard. The little girl starts jumping in excitement as she sees her mother. I wave at them and zoomed off.

I got home and, as expected, Troy was already inside my house.

"Let's take our positions," Troy says with a serious look on his face.

I try so much not to laugh, but my face betrays me.

"What's funny, girlfriend?"

"You sound like we're at a warfront, Troy."

"But we are. This is very serious. If those people are half the people you say they are, then they're very dangerous".

"I know, but still….

"It's 4.58 PM, I'm going to the basement".

I sit on my couch and wonder why he isn't here yet and it's already 5. I turned on the television and turned to carry the remote. I immediately saw three people dressed in black. My heart sinks and starts pounding.

"We didn't mean to startle you", the woman amongst them says in the softest voice I've ever heard.

"I'm Kayla, she continues.

"Why don't you sit?", I motioned them to the second couch.

"Don't worry about us, we're okay standing". The man I met at the hospital said.

"If you say so".

"So like I said, I'm Kayla . This is Lyon, I'm sure you've met him".

"I'm Maria or just Ria, I'm sure you all know that."

The second guy chuckles.

"I love your sense of humor. I'm Samuel or just Sam. I beam with smiles too, despite the somewhat grave situation this looks like.

"Where do we even start?" Kayla says, giving me a quizzical look.

"If you don't mind, I'd love to hear "Lyon" do all the speaking. He seemed like he had a lot to say. I say this with so much sarcasm. My boldness shocked even me because I was in the room with potential murderers.

"Fine," Lyon says with a smirk.

"It all began in a little town called Lunka about 900 years ago when the first werewolves came to be…."

"Werewolves? Is this some type of joke? "

"I'll appreciate it if you don't cut me off again, Miss Ria."

I scoff, almost impressed that he shortened my name this time.

"So we've been werewolves for almost 900 years. Everything was going fine until a small faction broke out. Our leader then was Smith, the first alpha. He was a good leader. Anyway, this little group that broke out was greedy. Sometimes, they give out information about us to werewolf hunters. These hunters would narrow us down, strike when we least expect, and kill us in large numbers.

Smith, in his wisdom, separated us into smaller groups, made new leaders of a sub-pack, and let us go separate ways. We meet in large numbers, once every 5 years, sometimes necessitating the need to separate the subgroups again as we keep procreating and expanding. This makes us less targeted, as the more the number, the greater the risk of being killed. This is why our packs are now very small in number".

"So what has all this got to do with me?".

"Well, Peter was a hunter. He killed so many of us. So we had a score to settle. We had to kill him. It's either kill or be killed.

"I don't believe that he is a murderer. Mr Peter was a very quiet man. You could call him weird as he rarely talks to anyone, but insinuating that he's a killer is a bit of a stretch."

"I don't care if you believe us or not, all we want is for you to shut up and mind what you say to the police. That way no one gets hurt".

"Is that some kind of threat?"

"Don't mind Lyon, he doesn't know how to deliver messages calmly", Kayla takes over from him.

"Look, we don't want any trouble. We just want to settle into this town quietly", Kayla adds.

"For people who want to settle down quietly, you're doing a very poor job. I mean, what do you expect when you're killing people as you please? The other day, it was the local tourist guide, then good old Mr. Peter, who is next?" I said, fuming.

"She's feisty" Sam cackles, pointing at me.

"Is this some kind of "Wolfy thing", I ponder.

Lyon advances towards where I'm sitting and squats to my level. My heart pounds so loudly.

"This is going to go one of two ways. First, you do as we say or we'll kill you and that boy hiding in the basement". Lyon says with so much anger in his eyes. I'm scared beyond words. How did he know?

"Look, we don't want Troy or anyone you love getting hurt", we just need you to do us this favor. Tell you what, why don't you tell Troy to come join us? We're sure he's almost suffocating in there".

I dash out of the living room and go to call the one person I have left in this world and I consider their offer, at least for Troy's sake.