Transmigrating in a werewolves romance novel

Chapter 4 ~ A New Start

JULIA

I look up to them only to realize that I have been being a daze for quite some time. "And she is so delirious from the fever , that can't even remember her name now ! " Elsa exclaims in anger and grief at she looks between me and her husband .

Lucifer : " I am sorry , Honey , I won't let it happen again ..."

Elsa : " What do you mean by again , I am not going to sent my daughter to any of those classes again . "

Lucifer : " Ok , as you wish . "

The couple continue bickering back and fourth as I look between them . This scene feels a bit familiar to me , as my parents in the real world had similar relationship with my dad always asking for forgiveness and coaxing my Mom whenever they argued even if he wasn't wrong . This is how they got along with and I was somewhat used to the warmth and love believing it would remain the same , but who would have thought ....

Elsa : " Sweetie , can I keep you company tonight as you sleep ? "

She asks as her hands continue stroking my hair . I want to deny her , I am not a 8 year old kid who needs her mother's company to sleep but a mature and independent adult who can look after her own . Therefore , I decide to reject her idea .

Elsa : " Sweetie , would that be okay ? "

The rejection goes down my throat as she looks at me with her warm and gentle brown eyes . Thus , the words take a turn and I say " Ok , but only you , please " glancing from her to Lucifer standing aside .

Elsa : " It's ok sweetie , only I would be there with you . Your , Papa knows "

She says as she looks at me that gives a quick glance at Lucifer , as if saving " You better obey " who receiving her signal seems a bit sad but eventually agrees and leaves the rooms not forgetting to close the door gently . The tactic understanding between the couple seems funny and endearing at the same time .

Elsa then carries me to the bed and tucks me with the blanket , as she leans by the headboard of my bed . Listening to the gentle and soft breathing beside me and feeling the sensation of her palm resting on my head , I realize it's been so long since I had someone sleep beside me . This reminded me of when I was really young about the same age as I am now . When my mother used to tuck me to sleep by reading bed stories by my side , as I would doze off to sleep I could often feel warm lips touching my forehead followed by a palm stroking my head . I grew up in love and in a warm home with loving parents . But as the saying goes that " All good things , come to an end " my ordinary and somewhat perfect life came to an end eventually as I watched my father die , our home shattered , my mom feeling lost but eventually moving on with someone else leaving behind me and my sister who wasn't even old enough to understand what the entire fiasco is all about . I couldn't blame my Mom , she needed someone to mend the broken parts of her heart , but that couldn't stop me from resenting her from leaving us behind at her parents house . We appeared more to her like vines that bind her feet and she needed to free herself from us so that she can move towards the bright future she envisions . I went overnight from living in a warm and comfortable home with my loving parents to living under someone else's roof where you have to scrutinized and judged and be cautious about your every action . Life was hard but I had to continue living on , if not for anyone else than my 5 years old younger sister , who was innocent but had no choice but to be a victim of this suffering with me . Therefore, I had to keep living, even if not for myself but for my little sister.

I was in high school back then, and there wasn't much I could do other than juggle multiple part-time jobs, take care of her, and study all at the same time. It was tough and arduous, but "Hey! Nobody's life is easy, and everyone has their own troubles " .So, after becoming a lawyer, watching my little sister graduate high school, and buying our own cozy little home, I thought I could finally breathe a little.

But my sudden and unexpected death caught me off guard. It hit me right then, when that truck slammed into me, just how unpredictable life is. Moments ago, I was thinking of picking up a cake to celebrate my sister's graduation, and the next, I was lying on the asphalt in a pool of my own blood, people crowding around me like a canopy of chaotic noises. Right there, I decided I wouldn't worry about the future anymore , I'd live in the present. So when I got stuck in that dark void that seemed to suck your soul right out, I wasn't anxious at all. Sure, at first there was hope that I might see my sister again, and regrets that I could've been a little nicer to her since I am all she has left. But as time dragged on , feeling like an eternity , I got used to it, accustomed to existing in an abyss where your true nature gets dragged out kicking and screaming.There were countless nameless voices filling my head: "Didn't you want to die a long time ago? Isn't this what you wanted? Free from all the responsibilities and ties that bind you? Free from love, free from hate, truly indifferent." I wanted to deny it, scream that no, I'm not like that— but deep down, I knew they were right. I do love my sister, and I feel it's my duty to look after her after everything we've been through. Yet I can't deny there were countless moments when I wondered, " Why me? Why suffer for a sin I never committed? Why couldn't I be like my friends, stressing over finals and practicals instead of scraping by to make ends meet? " The only two people who'd ever do that for me are gone forever. Thoughts like these made me feel selfish and incompetent, keeping me awake in the middle of the night more times than I could count. And those endless "what ifs" about the accident that took them? They gnawed at me, making the void feel even colder.

So, to say I was shocked when I heard I could revive the person most dear to me would be an understatement—it was the least of it. It felt surreal, like a sweet midnight dream you know isn't real, where everything's fake but you indulge anyway, even if it's like drinking poison to quench your thirst. It didn't take me more than a second to accept the system's offer. I'd do anything in my power, even if it dragged me into a deeper abyss than the one I was already in. I just wanted to see him one last time before the darkness I am in swallowed me whole therefore I took on the mission to live as Julia Hughes in another time and space where nothing was familiar .

Everything before tonight had felt imaginary, but listening to the soft, sweetening breathing of her beside me, feeling the soft mattress under me as I lie beside my new mother in my new room, the reality hits me raw. The flickering candlelight dances on the walls, casting warm shadows that chase away the chill. I'm no longer in the dark abyss where even a single ray of light doesn't reach, or my own familiar room in my world—but in a completely different world, in an alternate timeline, in the body of a child. Her warm, gentle palm strokes my head, giving me a sense of reassurance and ease as I doze off into my dreamland.