My Story

Chapter 2

I was so nervous when Noah returned. I didn't know whether I should ask him or remain quiet, but I summoned my courage and decided to face him and ask him. However, I had to count to three before I walked up to him because I had never walked up to him to ask him any questions. I always stayed in the room he allocated for me. I called him Noah, and he answered.

"Did you need anything?" he asked.

"I have a question to ask you," I said. "I will be glad if you can answer me. I was reading one of the books in your library today concerning werewolves. When I was reading, I got to a part where I saw materials used for hunting werewolves, and I noticed you have most of the materials in your house. I want to ask..."

Then he interrupted me and said, "Ask what?"

I looked at his face and noticed his mood had changed. But he looked at me and said, "I have been keeping this from you. I don't want you to know this, but since you already know, I will tell you."

I looked like an innocent person, but deep inside of me, I was very happy. However, I always remembered Ethan whenever I heard the word "werewolf." Noah said, "I am a werewolf slayer. All I do is hunt any werewolf I see, and I find joy once I bring any of them down. I used to be happy like someone who just won a house and a car at the same time. I hunt werewolves because they killed my brother, the only brother I have and cherish."

Then I asked him, "Can you tell me about your brother and how he was killed?" He replied by saying, "Anytime I think or talk about this, I feel like bringing a whole pack of werewolves that day, but I have to control myself."

I already felt like crying, and he hadn't even started the story. I knew this story would end with tears, but I was called back by the voice of Snow. Noah has a cat named Snow. Snow is very friendly and lovely, and I fell in love with Snow the day I entered Noah's house. Snow kept me company, and we spent most of the day together. Although I had never had any pets before, and I had never asked my mom why we don't have pets in our home, I do know that most godly women believe that cats are for witches and that they are used as weapons of destruction. But I believe that is a superstition.

So when I heard the voice of Snow, I carried him. I listened to the story Noah wanted to tell me about the death of his only brother. He told me that one day his brother visited him at school when he was in grade 12 because he said he missed him, so he decided to visit him so they could talk and play together. They played like two lovers playing together, and he also bought ice cream for him that day. Around 5:30 pm that day, he said he had to leave, and they would meet once they're on break. Then Noah said he replied that he was going to miss his brother. So his brother left the school premises. Noah said when his brother left, he felt like crying, not knowing he was still going to cry later that day.

While Noah was talking, I was using my hand to rub Snow's body. Deep inside of me, I was crying because his case was nearly close to mine.

On that same day, around 7:00 pm, a beta werewolf suddenly appeared on the road and used his claws to scratch the car, desperately looking for a book to renew his strength. Noah shared this story with me about the day his brother came to visit him with his driver, Michelle, who was brave and skilled at driving. The werewolf did not notice Michelle was inside the car, and only caught sight of Noah's brother.

Curious about how Noah heard this story, I asked him. He replied that Michelle had managed to reach their house and narrated the entire incident to them. She described the werewolf as having blue eyes and being very huge, and it seemed like the werewolf was rogue because he had no pack.

As Noah was talking, I couldn't help but think about how I too wanted to become a werewolf slayer like him. He noticed me lost in thought and tapped me, asking me what I was thinking about. I told him nothing and he smiled, which I found cute. He then asked if I was interested in his brother's story, to which I nodded eagerly.

Noah then shared how he lost his brother and how he found out about his death. His mother called him around 8:00 pm that day, asking if his brother was still in school. Noah told her that he had already left. However, around 8:30 pm, Michelle managed to reach home and narrated the incident to them. Noah was hopeful that his brother had already gotten home when his mother called him back, but he could tell something was wrong from the way she was speaking.

She told him that his brother was killed by an angry and hungry werewolf. Noah broke down that night and was taken to the clinic. He was given permission to go home the next morning to mourn his brother's death.

As Noah was telling me this, he began to cry, and I could tell how much he missed his brother. He told me that when he got home, his mother was in a terrible state, and he had to comfort her. I could feel the pain in his voice as he recounted the events of that day.

After Noah had finished telling me about his brother, I made a request to join him in hunting werewolves. He agreed, but warned me about the dangers involved and that I needed to be careful. I asked him if it was true that when a werewolf bites someone, they become a werewolf. He looked me in the eyes and asked if I wanted to become a werewolf, and I stammered out a "No."

Noah reassured me that he would teach me how to become a werewolf slayer, and I hugged him gratefully. My mind was thrilled at the prospect of becoming a werewolf slayer, and I couldn't wait to start my training with Noah.