My Personal Lycan King

VICTORIA'S POV

"Dear diary, today is my last day here. It's been exactly a year since the incident happened. I have been told that all my decisions are always impulsive and rash. But I am moving out of here to further my studies, and maybe, for a break too. Mom and dad would've wanted that, right? For me to live my life happily.

I know I'll miss this place, but I think I need a change of life and place, otherwise; I don't think I'll ever be able to get over the fact that both of them left me to fight in this world alone.

I am moving with my aunt Marla to her town, Pearly canines. The name's weird, right? But it is the closest to the university I like and will also help her look after me. She is super cool. I had always thought about living with her and having fun, but I never thought that I would be doing that under these circumstances. I just hope I won't implicate too much on her.

Need to pack now.

Love.

Vic."

Writing the last entry of the diary, I quickly placed it inside the hidden compartment of my room, which was behind my wardrobe.

Just like today, even the entry I wrote in the diary was last because it was the last page of my diary. Looks like I need to buy a new one as soon as I get there.

New life, new entries, new memories. That was my plan for the future. Nothing too complicated.

I just hope things work out like I am expecting.

Checking one last time that everything was placed perfectly, I zipped my duffle bag and picked up my suitcase. I have decided to take a few things only, like my favorite clothes, necessities like my mom and dad's photo album, and all other small things that'll keep me happy and make me feel at home.

I made sure I placed the rest of the things neatly where they were not in danger of falling out of place.

Though I was moving out of this place, I don't intend to sell this property for now. It has memories of mom and dad with me. Maybe after the university will be over, I might come back and live here.

Making sure all the taps and windows were locked, I took one last look at the house before smiling sadly and locking the door.

"You're going, Victory?" My neighbor's aunt, who was in the police, asked.

"Yes, aunty. I'll have to trouble you to look after the house." I said politely.

"That's not an issue, dear. I am ready to take you under my wings and discard that useless son of mine if you agree." She joked.

"Hey!! I heard that, mom!" A voice came from inside her house.

"It was meant to be heard." She yelled back to her son before laughing politely at me.

I smiled sadly at the mother-son interaction. I miss mom and dad too much when I see lovely interactions between families, and even though they were not my actual parents, I never loved them any less.

Nodding one last time at her, I went around the house, where a cab was already waiting for me.

Carrying the duffle bag and a suitcase, each in one hand, I was off to the airport.

The town was three hours' distance from the airport, and my flight would take around 4 hours, so I had to suffer almost 9 hours traveling now.

Just great!

Plugging in my headphones, I quickly downloaded a few more songs, and 3 audiobooks to listen to when I was on the flight. I know they have turned off phone policy everywhere, but I can always listen to downloaded songs in airplane mode.

Feeling satisfied with my idea, I embraced the idea of gruesome traveling.

___________After 9 hours__________

I asked the driver of the cab to stop in front of the address that I remembered and took out my luggage before giving him the fare.

I don't know why, but I have been feeling a weird vibe from the moment I entered the city.

As if something is attracting me, but something I should be scared about at the same time.

And it didn't help much when the driver looked at me like I was some weird personality when I said I wanted to go to Pearly canines.

He charged me double the fare, which made me roll my eyes at his tactics. Way to go with new people in the area.

Not minding much, I accepted his offer because no other person was even ready to come here.

Standing in front of a house, I contemplated if this was the same address or not? I have been here only once when I was a kid when I had almost fought with a kid and fallen into the river, and since then, mom and dad never allowed me here.

The house I remembered from around 9 years back wasn't like this. But from what I remember, this should be the exact place.

Should I go inside and knock?

But maybe this is the house. The window chime hanging on the balcony of the room on the first floor is too hard to ignore, as I am the designer behind it.

I looked at the exceptionally well-built house and rang the bell two times, but no one opened the door.

Taking out my phone, I scrolled through my contact list and saw a few numbers under a single name. I called aunt Marla with a number she had used to call me last time. I just hope it is the same one as before because she has a habit of keeping different numbers, and which one is working when no one can predict.

"Hello? Am I talking to Miss Marla Gibberson? Huh, thank god. Marla, I am in front of your house. Can you please come and open the door if you're home?"

"Hey sweetie, I am so sorry. I am at a nearby supermarket buying groceries for you. I'll be there in half an hour. Can I please trouble you to sit in the cafe nearby till then?" Marla asked awkwardly.

Knowing her habits, she was probably busy buying the last-minute groceries, snacks, and chocolates for me and was contemplating if I would like them or not.

"No worries, take your time. And don't bother yourself too much. I like everything you choose." With that, I ended the call.

Did she say a nearby café? I looked to my left and right to check if there was one, and soon enough, I found one. The sign of the cafe was too hard to ignore.

Placing my luggage behind the main gate, I took out my wallet before moving toward the café.

This café looked good. From the outside, it might not look that great and fancy, but the inside was a whole different story. It was both homey and elegant.

"Hey, what can I get you?" The lady behind the counter asked me with a polite smile.

"A cold coffee with extra chocolate syrup and choco chips for beverage, and can I have those two sandwiches along with them? Thank-You." I ordered politely.

"Honey! You heard her. Two sandwiches and a cold coffee with extra chocolate and choco chips." The lady yelled back.

"Honey, you look new. Are you visiting someone here? I am sure, I have never seen you around." The lady asked.

"Umm yeah...I will stay here for some time. I am here at my aunt's and will pursue university from here." I replied.

I know I shouldn’t get too friendly with strangers in new places. However, there was nothing wrong with answering a few questions. I thought. Plus, this lady looked harmless and welcoming.

I sat in a booth near the window after I ordered my things.

Looking outside, I noticed a bunch of teenagers around my age, laughing and joking around. It was an exquisite view for me. I used to have fun with my friends like this before my parents left me.

Shaking my head to get myself out of the sad memories, I stared back at the group and noticed something.

Not only were the boys in the group extremely well built and handsome, but the girls were also exceptionally beautiful.

'Is this the place from which future models and people for entertainment businesses are chosen?'

My gaze followed one of the males that looked my type, or my type before last year. I saw them entering the café, and so, the commotion that was happening outside was heard in the café too.

"Guys, stop shouting. You are ruining the first impression of this town in front of our guests." The counter lady said, motioning her gaze toward me.

As if her words triggered something, in them, everyone quietened down immediately and started looking my way.

So, peeps, this is how you become the center of unwanted attention.

I wanted to roll my eyes at this.

Does this town don't get that many outsiders?

"Hey, you new here?" The guy I said was my type came to me and asked politely.

'Thanks for asking the obvious, Mr obvious,' I wanted to say.

"Yeah. I'll be attending Uni here." I said and thanked the waiter who brought my servings.

The food on the flight wasn't too good, and I was feeling hungry.

"Wow. That sounds good. We all are going to attend uni this year. Hey guys, we have a new classmate here. Come and say hello." He shouted towards his friends.

"Oh, I forgot. My name is Daniel. You can call me Dan or Niel or Daniel. Anything. I don't mind." He said, showing me his perfect teeth.

"Victoria," I said.

"Hey, hurry up. I want to introduce myself to that chick." I heard a distant chatter, that made me a bit awkward. It's been so long since I've been called a chick like this. Otherwise, I was just used to sympathy gazes from my friends and anybody who knew me.

Feeling I was getting lost in my thoughts again, I shook my head before smiling at Daniel's friendly attitude.

He was good-looking and great, but I still wasn't comfortable with so many people around me. Before everyone could come to me after placing their orders, I took mine in my hand before walking out of the café, making it look like I received a call from someone.

I know, I chickened out. And I had said I was going for a change, but I just couldn't bring myself to fake a smile for too long. It will take me some time to adjust here, especially with these surrounding forests.

Reaching my aunt's house, I noticed my luggage wasn't there. Probably aunt Marla already took it inside.

Huh! Looking at the house, I took a deep breath before putting on the best natural smile I could muster and going inside.

'Here I come, new life.'

Entering the house, I greeted Marla with a sweet hug, which was reciprocated by a bone-crushing one.

Even though she was my aunt, she never liked being called one. 

According to her, being called an aunt makes her feel old, and I think she was right about it. If someone doesn't know her, then he or she probably would think she is just turning 22 or 23 even though she was turning 34 this year.

"Hey, Victory. So finally we get to live together uhh? I know you must be sad and feeling solemn about what happened, but you are not allowed to stay sad here. Promise me you'll forget about the bad memories and will move forward cherishing the good ones." She said,

"I promise," I replied. This was exactly why I was here. To forget the bad memories and move forward while cherishing the good ones.

"Ohh, I forgot to tell you. I have a boyfriend named Markus. Most of the time I live with him, but don't worry I'll come daily to give you company for some time." She said as she moved around the kitchen to place the groceries in the cabinets.

"Are you guys serious?" I asked curiously. I have never heard of her having a boyfriend, for all I know, she always said that she was waiting for the right one.

"Of course, he is my mate." She said,

"Mate? As in soulmate?" I asked, slightly amused.

I never pegged someone as cool as Marla to believe in this mate shit.

All I know is that people nowadays are so greedy they won't approach anybody without an ulterior motive. And even if someone is in a relationship, it doesn't guarantee they'll remain together for the eternity of their life.

"Uh Uh... Soulmate. Well, this topic is to be discussed some other day. I have placed all the groceries and snacks you'll be needing. I know you have always loved being alone. Don't you dare think I don't know how much of a shitty life you were living this past year?" She reprimanded again.

I, on the other side, just nibbled on the candy she brought for me while listening to her.

"What I want to say is, it's time for you to move on, Vic. There are still people who care about you. And you'll find out soon. I'll be leaving now. Remember to close doors and windows at night. Many wolves come out of the forest at night to take away young girls." She joked, looking all serious.

"Yeah yeah….and it just happens I am the new flesh of meat here." I continued.

"Well, at least you got the point." She chuckled before hugging me and leaving with her handbag that contained some unmentionable stuff that I don't wanna even talk about.

'Looks like they are too serious with their relationship, given the number of protective measures Marla bought. Are they planning to not come out of the room for a whole year?' I thought in my mind before shaking my head.