Chapter 3. Her Wolf

Goosebumps are all I feel. It's strange that I hated her whenever she was being so cold and showing her thoughtless behavior. But she seems so fake and insincere after seeing her act diametrically. I followed Chandra.

Slowly, I walked near their destination. My guts kept on telling me to move slowly or Chandra will send me away. I feel like this kind of situation must keep a secret. I kept on gulping as I was starting to get closer. I'm sweating so badly as if I came from running a marathon.

In the end, my guts made me hate myself even more for speculating about Chandra. 

"What?" she asked after catching me eavesdropping and trying to invade their privacy. "What are you thinking?" she added. I was about to state my apologies.

Not until wild screams and strange noises, came out from her place- where she dragged Amara- and I know that it's something she wouldn't allow me to see, but I need to. Her face turned pale. She was shocked, then she looked at where the screams were coming from, back and forth- couldn't find a perfect word to fit to cover this situation.

I glared at her. "What have you done to Amara?" I asked, glaring. 

Before she even got the chance to create a new bubble in my mind for me to believe, I ran behind her. I followed where the screams are coming from. However, this place is even creepier than I expected. When I entered, it looked like a simple nipa hut.

But after entering, inside is like a mansion with a bunch of doors and stairs. And the screams feel like coming from all the doors I'm seeing. I covered my ears because this is getting on my nerves. I'm starting to feel like I'm about to get under hypnosis... and I wanted to cry!!!!

When I felt the weakness run in my veins, I heard my wolf inside. 

"You're not ready, are you?" the dog asks. 

And I started to wail, covering my ears, hoping it would stop the noise. What do you expect from a ten-year-old? I'm scared. Even though I'm a werewolf, which I'm not yet even sure about, I was raised a human. I'm scared of everything. 

Chandra's footsteps are approaching, holding her elegant and creepy aura. I cried and didn't even bother to answer my wolf. I cried and shouted for my parents- Rosalinda and Reney. I did the only solution I have ever known as a child- crying.

Chandra's feet lie across me. She then leveled her face to my height. 

"Wh-" 

"No, Amara, don't hurt him," Chandra said. 

W-what? I don't understand.

Slowly, as curiosity runs continuously in my blood, I turned my head up to take a look. Amara is frozen, maybe because of Chandra, into the air- holding her last position before getting caught. It was appalling to realize that... my thoughts failed me again. It wasn't Chandra's fault for making a way for me to not see this- it was mine. 

Amara was in front of me, and what's more interesting?

She shifted into her werewolf form, all those fangs, long fingernails, the way she drools in front of me, and her eyes... they appear as if it wasn't Amara. It feels like a demon. My curiosity now leads me to more suspicious speculations. I need an answer.

Chandra went closer to me and sat down. This old lady looked at me with care and sympathy. What is there to pity about? 

"I don't know why I couldn't identify you, or even read your thoughts, but I think, even if you belong in this world, you should go before she harms you," she says. 

That single sentence made me question one thing, and I didn't just trap it inside my head.

Out loud, I ask, "Then why do you have to know who I am?" 

It was quiet, a deafening one after I ask a question that I think seemed vulgar to her, and she remains her gaze locked on me. I almost thought she would never answer my question. But she did, surprisingly. Or should I even be surprised?

After all, her presence is quite an odd one to me. Even this place looks haunted.

After seeing a man and a woman werewolf fighting each other until the woman met her death, the thought of a mysterious secret flowed through my mind. 

"I am something you shouldn't be asking a normal question. I am something that everyone needed. But right now, I have to hide because what I possess is out there, maybe under the possession of the werewolves I tried to hide from. I hope this would be the last question you would ask, kid. The more you dig deeper, the more it will hurt your soul."

I would be lying if I say that it didn't scare me. However, that couldn't stop me from digging deeper. I stayed looking straight into her eyes. I want an answer leading to my identity. I would be lying again if I say that I accepted being a werewolf right before I knew it. I need to know how I ended up living in the human realm. But how could I ask her? 

The questions that kept running circles through my mind stopped when Amara was finally freed from being frozen. She sought for my neck and strangled it. She locked me up on the walls while sticking her tongue out, reaching for my liver- waiting for me to die. 

"AMARA! I SAID STOP!" Chandra shouted. 

But Amara is unstoppable. Even Chandra couldn't stop her. I can feel my face turning purple as my oxygen starts to lose.

When I was about to lose my breath, something in my neck glowed. Any magical thing around me stops, including Amara's intense desire to kill me. 

Amara shifted quickly back into her human form- surprised to see me dying in front of her. A grain of tears flowed from her eyes while looking back and forth between me and her hands. She shook her head and continued crying.

Then after a while of recovering from a confusing scenario, she looked for Chandra. When she found her, Amara didn't hesitate, and she hugged her. 

"I'm sorry."

Two syllables, full of meaning and emotions. The way she said it, I can feel her sincerity and guilt. But I don't understand, why say sorry after committing a crime? 

"Chandra, what in the world is happening? Care to explain?" I asked.

I know this is too disrespectful to ask in the middle of their hugging. But I think, I deserve to know, even at least half of the truth. 

Chandra disentangled the hugged she shared with Amara and just looked at me. I don't know if she's trying to scare me or what, but the former matched how I felt. 

"Amara has two souls."