MATED TO THE TWIN WOLVES

THE WEREWOLF RUNE

Jupiter was still deep in sleep when the alarm she placed beside her bed rang. She promptly sat upright, rubbed her sleep-blurred eyes, and yawned out loud. Due to excitement, she had tousled on the bed for several hours before sleep finally claimed her.

She was lucky to have set her alarm for seven in the morning. On the other hand, she fears she will only wake up when the sun appears in the sky, which would be a very bad idea. After taking time to stand up from bed, she made her sleep-drunk way to the bathroom and had a long hot shower.

Apart from the chilling air-conditioner in her room, she could feel another chill coming from outside when she finally opened the window. It's summer here as well, just like her home city.

Dressed in an arm-less pink gown that did justice to her curve and shape, Jupiter was seen walking towards the hotel cafeteria some minutes later. Breakfast was great; scrambled eggs, well-cooked bacon, warm toast, and red wine. She had paid a fortune for this trip and deserved all this preferential treatment.

"This must be Miss. Jupiter O'Reilly," a male voice sounded close to Jupiter, making her spin and her eyes fell on a middle-aged man with a pot-belle and a welcoming smile.

Jupiter nodded and responded to his infectious smile with a smile. "Yes, I am Jupiter by name, and who are you?

"Call me Roland. I will be your tour guide throughout this trip. He offered his hand for a shake and then smiled sheepishly when she accepted it. "Please go and bring down your things. We are about to move."

"Okay, I will do it. Where will I meet you?"

"Here. I will be waiting for you."

"Alright," Jupiter answered, hurrying inside to fetch her cardigan and a large canvas bag that would serve as her purse throughout this journey. She groaned as she lifted the bag, wondering why it was damn heavy, and then smirking when she remembered the bag contained canned food, bottled water, a small first aid box, a laptop, a pup tent, an umbrella, layers of cosmetics, hair-care implements, and her requisite canister of pepper spray, stun gun, boxes of matches, candles and lots of things she had once lack during any of her journeys. Things you will never know how important are, until your survival depends on them.

Even though the crime was said to be pretty rare in Belarus and her defense devices were sure to prove worthless, she knew she could never feel complete without them. They had saved her life more than once, and she now sees them as part of her.

She could feel her cheek flush a bit when she finally made her exit and turned to lock the door behind her.

"Hope you are enjoying our hospitality?" Roland asked when she finally joined him.

"Sure ."

"And our meal?"

"Topnotch."

His smile became broader, "I assure you of more amazing and breathtaking experiences in and out of here."

"I can't wait for that ."

"Let's go and meet others -, can I help with that?"

Jupiter willingly handed her bag to his outstretched hand and then watched with amusement when a sudden cringe appeared on his face.

"What in heaven's name did you keep inside here? We are going for a few hours and not for years."

"Something I will need. You can give it back to me if -."

"Oh, no. I'm not expecting it to be so heavy considering-, never mind.'

"Thank you, sir," she replied, and then stepped after him. He was just trying to be friendly and not flirting with her, she told herself. What were tour guides for, after all, if not to help the single and stray members of their flocks to feel included?

"I heard you are a doctorate holder in Lythynthia. Don't you think it's delusional to think a person can transform into a wolf or any kind of animal?"

"Not entirely delusional," Jupiter answered quickly. She can do this all day. Defending the existence of wolves. "There are facts to show they once existed and probably still exist. They perhaps hide themselves from us."

"Fact!"

"Yes. You live in Shanti town and should have been a believer and not an antagonist."

"I grew up here," the guide finally answered. "The werewolf rune was there even before I was born, and that is the only thing to prove they ever existed in this town. Don't you think we are putting a lot of faith in just a rune?"

"I have dedicated almost half of my life to the study of werewolves, and I can bet my life that they are real. There is more evidence than you could have imagined." As Jupiter answered back, her mind involuntarily flowed back to some amazing kits she had seen and touched during her numerous researches. Like the newly discovered werewolf tombs in Egypt, the cave of werewolf skulls in Chile, the werewolf man from Bulgaria who claimed to be lost in time, and then the werewolf rune she will be setting her eyes upon in a few hours. Yet, this were some of the eye-bulging evidence that proves the existence of lupines among us.

Roland threw his two hands up and exclaimed! "Evidence!." He shook his head, wearing a mischievous smile," Don't tell me there is other evidence except the rune we will be visiting in a few hours." Without waiting for Jupiter to reply, he opened the car door and then signaled to her to enter. "We will continue our discussion later ma'am. Please enjoy the rest of your day."

How Jupiter wishes to lecture poor Roland and deliver him from his stupidity. There is enough evidence to prove the Werewolf's existence. They had been existing with humanity since creation, and then suddenly disappeared in the late eighteen centuries. Disappeared... Yes. Jupiter hates to use the word extinct. They were so alive... Here, but hidden, and waiting for the right time to show themselves. Jupiter believes whoever deciphers the werewolf rune will bring them back to life. She believes she is the one to.

A few years ago, a reporter asked her why she had such devotion and seal toward proving the existence of the supernatural, and she smiled back and ignored the question. How could she tell the world of an ancient dream that always visited her? A dream where her only peace, love, joy, and fulfillment lies in bringing the werewolves back to life. A dream that started as far back as she can remember. How would she tell the world about such a dream without coming across a mad woman?