Awakening of his Luna's divinity

ACCALIA'S P.O.V " Child, let me out...", a voice in my head whispers. Light envelops me in an open place I do not know. I can't get a glimpse of the speaker. My head is aching as if something inside me is nudging to be set free, to let it take absolute control over me. I can't take it anymore, the pressure, the distress.  Everything. "Who are you?. Quit playing with me. Stop messing with my head" I howl in anxiety. I can't take it anymore. The pain causes me to fall on my knees. A shiver runs down my spine. I'm terrified. I cover my ears, trying to compel the pool of tears that have formed in my eyes from falling. I f*****g can't take the pain anymore. Is someone stabbing my head with knives?, because that's how I'm feeling. I want the voice to go away, to stop whatever the hell it's doing to me. The more I scream, the louder and closer the voice gets. Raising my head, my eyes widen, and my lips part in uncertainty. I blink my eyes harshly but the view before me remains causing my head to ache far more than the earlier one. My wolf, Esmee, on all her four paws, fur as white as snow and golden eyes which scares the life out of me, stands in glory. Beside her is another me but that I have an evil glint in her eyes. I feel my chest tighten in betrayal when Esmee howls, positively to me beside her. She looks at me with no pity in her eyes and a smile that makes my skin cold, before replying to my earlier question "I'm you, Accalia" *Buzz**Buzz* "s**t, that stupid dream again" Rubbing both eyes, I sit on the bed and yawn feeling less rested from that haunting dream. I don't notice that I'm sweating and panting till my eyes land on my now moist nightie. I look at my alarm clock and nearly jump in fright. I have thirty minutes more or I'm gonna be late for the damn interview. I jump drowsily from my comfy bed and zombie walk straight to my bathroom. Our house is by no means a mansion but a beautiful two-story building with a small garden outside. The little garden always reminds me of my dad. I shake my head trying to push away all memories of him from my mind but my effort is of no use. I touch both cheeks when I sense something warm. "Stupid tears" Today's interview is very important for me and I'm not planning on freaking the boss out with a ruined makeup face. Dad's no more here with us, the fact I'm still tryna get used to. My medium-size room is on the first floor. I repainted it last week with sea blue paint as a background and my name was largely designed like Vines and flowers here and there with white paint. At the right corner near the window, my storybooks are scattered on my table with my laptop closed. I'm a book freak. That's how I managed to top up in school and get good grades in this human territory. Cancel that, the best grade. During my school days, I was a nerd and I'm still not ashamed of it currently. I'm now in my early twenties, hoping to get employed today. I brush my teeth quickly before getting in the shower. First shampooing my long blonde hair which is annoying, I move on to washing my body with a rose-scented body wash then get out after eight minutes. Standing in front of my dressing mirror, I take a look at my golden eyes as fear runs all over my body, suddenly. It sounds crazy but my own eyes freak me out. Anytime I stare deep in the mirror, the air around me seems to stiffen and my skin loses its warmth, making me feel like a whole different person. It's unbelievable but I guess it's true. My mom, Chloe White, once told me that I inherited my great great great grandma's eye color. creepy Deep down, I know that's just an excuse. She's sure good at hiding stuff. I've gotten used to it since it matches my heart-shaped red lips. Another freaky thing about me. I dry my hair quickly and did a little makeup which includes Mascara, eyeliner, and a lip gloss. No need for a red lip gloss since my lips are already blood-red in color. I let my long blonde curly hair fall on my back and put on a long-sleeved black top that reveals a few of my shoulders and a white pencil skirt. Paring it with the black pencil heel mom got for me last week, I take my phone and Ash bag before leaving my bedroom. "Mom, I'm leaving for the interview...sorry but I can't eat breakfast today, I'm almost late...love ya!".I exclaim while descending the stairs. She looks shocked with cookies in her hands. Before she can say anything, I peg her, exiting the house...as my mind keeps drifting to the dream I had.