CHAPTER FOUR
Lena's Pov: I stood frozen in front of my mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. The reflection staring back at me was unrecognizable. My once chestnut-brown hair had turned stark white, a ghostly contrast against my pale complexion. Panic surged through me, making my hands tremble uncontrollably. Frantic and scared, I reached for another smaller hand mirror, hoping that this was just some bizarre trick of the light. As I grasped the mirror's edge, a sharp pain shot through my hand, and I recoiled in shock. A thin trail of blood trickled down my palm, but something was horribly wrong. The blood was white, not the deep crimson I had expected. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the unusual sight. Questions raced through my mind, colliding with each other in a whirlwind of confusion. What was happening to me? How could my hair turn white in an instant? And why was my blood no longer red? Fear enveloped me like a suffocating fog, consuming my thoughts and leaving me feeling helpless. I examined my hand, the white blood mingling with the tears welling up in my eyes. The sight was surreal, like a scene from a nightmare. I couldn't comprehend the implications of what I was witnessing. Gathering what little courage I had left, I tried to make sense of the situation. Was this some kind of strange illness or a cruel prank played by an unseen force? I knew I couldn't stay frozen in fear forever. I needed to find answers, to understand the truth behind this eerie transformation. As I considered confiding in my father and letting him know about the inexplicable changes consuming my body, a wave of guilt washed over me. My father was already grappling with the weight of his own sorrow, navigating the intricate web of emotions that accompanied losing a life partner. The last thing he needed was for me to burden him further with my own bewildering predicament. He deserved the space and time to mourn, to heal. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the pain etched on my father's face, the emptiness in his eyes. In the midst of the unsettling changes I had just experienced, a profound sense of difference washed over me. I felt like an anomaly, a puzzle piece that no longer fit in the picture of my known existence. Who was I now? Where did I truly come from? These thoughts consumed me, leaving me no choice but to seek solace and guidance beyond the confines of the ordinary world. With each passing moment, my conviction grew stronger. I knew that seeking spiritual aid was my next course of action. Tomorrow, I would need to go and see the Pack's Witch, Mara. She would be the only one who can guide me and tell me the meaning of all that was happening now. -:- As the gentle light of a new day filtered through my bedroom window, I awoke with a heaviness in my heart. Yesterday's events still clung to my thoughts like a lingering shadow, and the pain of losing my mother was still fresh and raw. Sadness washed over me, tinged with a profound sense of confusion. How could she have passed away so suddenly, leaving me to navigate a world that suddenly felt empty and bewildering? Something strange must've definitely happened, this is not normal Yawning, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I made my way towards the mirror like an unseen force. With quickened steps, I made my way to the reflection that held the answers to my altered existence. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that the ethereal white hue remained unchanged.With trepidation, I reached up to touch my hair, my fingers threading through the strands. Tears welled up in my eyes as I glanced back at my reflection, contemplating the grief that had enveloped my world. Why did my mother have to leave me so suddenly? The weight of the loss felt unbearable, an ache that seemed impossible to soothe. I yearned for understanding, for a sense of closure amidst the chaos. With a heavy sigh, I reluctantly tore my gaze away from the mirror. Today would be a day of remembrance and mourning, a day to honor my mother's memory. People would definitely.be downstairs to pay condolences, and I was neither in the mood for attending to the visitors nor going to school. Today, I would be on my way to see the Pack's Witch. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I made my way down the stairs, fully aware of what awaited me in the living room. Just as I had anticipated, the space was filled with condolences visitors, their murmurs and hushed tones forming a somber backdrop to the morning. My heart went out to my father, who stood at the center of it all, shouldering the weight of their grief and offering comfort in return. The sight of him surrounded by so many people only a day after my mother's passing tugged at my heartstrings. His face, etched with sorrow and weariness, revealed the immense toll that such a loss had taken on him. It seemed unfair that he had to bear the burden of attending to these visitors, comforting them while his own heart was shattered. I quietly observed from the doorway, feeling a mixture of pity and admiration for my father. The strength he displayed in the face of such adversity was awe-inspiring, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. It was as if he had set aside his own grief momentarily, devoting himself to assuaging the sorrow of those who had come to pay their respects. With a quiet sigh, I gently walked away from the living room and entered into the kitchen, careful not to disturb the condolences visitors who filled the somber space. I began making breakfast – bacon and eggs, and ate quietly on the kitchen when it was done. When I had finished eating, I went to my bathroom to freshen up and then I got dressed. I put on something simple; a pair of joggerd and a hoodie, covering my white hair with the hood. Afterwards, I left through the backyard and made my way to the Pack's Witch...CHAPTER FIVELena's POVStanding before the old, dilapidated shack, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.This was the home of the pack witch, the one person rumored to hold answers to the inexplicable changes that had consumed my life.The journey to reach this remote location had been no easy feat, involving a series of bus transfers and countless hours on the road. But I knew deep down that it was a necessary step in my quest for understanding.The shack loomed before me, its weathered wooden exterior seeming to hold centuries of untold stories. Its windows were cloudy, veiling the mysteries that lay within.The wind whispered through the cracks, as if carrying the secrets of the witch's ancient wisdom. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the encounter that awaited.As I approached the creaking front door, a chill ran down my spine, and a pang of uncertainty tightened in my chest.I reminded myself of the desperation that had driven me to embark on
CHAPTER 6 LENA. The ride back home was silent, save for the occasional honks of vehicles driving through the intersection. My earbuds were driven into my ears while I listened to rock music to drown out my intrusive thoughts. The thoughts of my mother's very mysterious death and that of the very eerie discovery I had experienced from last night, kept clashing. It felt like a war was going on inside my head as several trains of thoughts fought for dominance. Even while the rock music played, it couldn't scramble off the discovery I had made today. I could still picture the face of great awe on the Pack witch's face after I narrated my ordeal to her. How her expression morphed from awe to ardor; like she had found a rare gem. I mean, it wasn't far from the discovery she made. I, Lena Hales, a white wolf. A seeming rarity. I had never heard of white wolves. Maybe if I paid more attention in Lycan History class or read more books about our origin, I would have gotten an idea. I made
CHAPTER 7 LENA. We were both seated across from each other. My fingers caught the hem of my hoodie and I began to pull at the free threads that had been let loose when the ends of my hoodie caught against one of the sharp edges of the railings at the bus terminal. "So, are you going to just stare at me from across there or tell my why your hair is the shade of platinum silver," He spoke up, his manly tone slicing the silence between us. My system wobbled up. I tried to compose myself, search for the right words, the right way to begin this. It was all confusing, and I have no idea how to start. "Dad, I am as bewildered as you are right now. Last night, while in my room, I— I don't know how to explain it. One moment, I was crying and the next, I felt a wave of intense despair engulfing my whole body. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to zero or something. I don't know. My room was frozen and there were spikes of ice forming on every object that had frozen. I d
CHAPTER 8 LENA. This morning, I decided to come to school using the school bus. Leah had called this morning to inform me about her driving over the house to come pick me up but I turned her down immediately. I wanted to walk to school. Besides, it wasn't that far from my home. But on the way, I decided to get on the bus because it was almost time for classes to begin. Only that I got to school to see everyone milling about the parking lot. I climbed out of the bus and scanned the parking area for Leah's black Jeep Renegade. As soon as I saw her, I hiked my backpack higher and hurried my footsteps. She was standing with one Brenda, of the girls from cheerleading and as I drew close, I realized they were talking about Henshaw's death. "Can you believe this? He was found close to the filling station, dead. They said his body was mangled. I have the photo," Brenda said and pulled out her phone from her pocket. Leah contorted her face in disgust and waved her off. "I
CHAPTER 9 LENA. I couldn't contain the rage that filled my whole body as soon as I saw Trevor right beside me with a bunch of flowers in his hand. I wished I could wipe off that look of faux sympathy from his face. I tried to push past him but he blocked the way. "Can you at least hear me out? I know I fucked up but that isn't why I am here," Taking steps backward, I folded my arm and cocked my head to the side. "Really? So why the fuck are you standing right before me and encroaching my space?" The rage I felt from seeing him a few days back with those girls and the deep grief I was going through right now, combined with the pure resentment I already had for him laced up to form a rage I couldn't contain. I felt like I was exploding. Leah sensed the emotions rolling off me and grabbed my hand. He pushed his hand forward and stared at me. "I got this for you. These are your favorite. Carnation. I heard it makes someone who is grieving feel better," I deadpanned. "
CHAPTER 10 LENA. Mate? That was impossible. I sat up for a moment and stared at him, long and hard. He took a puff and turned to look at me. His perfectly arched brows lifted in askance. "Staring like the others? I thought you were different?" Frowning, I took the cigarette from his hand and took a few puffs. "What's wrong with staring at you?" "Nothing at all. Sometimes, I feel comfortable and most times, I feel my skin crawl," Scoffing, I shook my head and took another puff before handing it back to him. "You feel your skin crawl. That's really funny," "Funny? How so?" "You believe you're special. I don't know if you are and I don't care. You're just a fine specimen and trust me, everyone is going to stare, including the boys," "I don't think it's about my looks," He said with a shrug. The cigarette hung off his fingers. "Then what do you think it's about? Your ego?" "Ego? Nah. I just think I am special," "Narcissist much?" He chuckled to himse
CHAPTER 11 LEAH. I was taken by surprise. I flew out of my seat and Trevor followed suit. He had been beside me all morning, begging me to help him make Lena talk to him. This was a terrible situation and I wouldn't have let him help but she had to be taken to the sick bay. "Trevor, we are taking her to the sickbay, okay?" He stood, frozen to the spot as he watched Lena's pale body sprawled on the floor. I had just fallen to my knees, right beside my best friend when I realized that Trevor was still standing a few feet away from me. I looked up at him, glaring with everything I had in me. If glares could kill, he would have collapsed to the floor. "You fucktard! Didn't you hear what I said?" He blinked several times and stuttered and rushed towards me. "I'll lift her up. Don't worry," Standing to my feet, I watched as he lifted her up with ease. We rushed down the empty hallway, towards the staircase that led to the second floor. It was quite a hassle for
CHAPTER 12 LENA. My eyes fluttered open. Looking around, I realized I was somewhere else. Infact, I was out of this world. I looked around me to see that I was surrounded by plains. My skin was pricked by the low grasses I lay on. Pushing myself up my feet, I felt a wave of dizziness hit me but I was able to control myself from falling. I walked a little distance, hoping to see a road or a house. Anything to let me know that I was close to civilization but there was none. Nothing. I could see nothing but plains and small bills that were dotted with grasses. "Where the hell am I?" I began to stumble my way over the tiny hill. I missed a footing, hitting a rock I hadn't been quick enough to see. I stumbled down the hill. There was no way to stop as it was sloping and smooth. Finally, I hit solid ground. I groaned in pain and sat up to check the scratches I sported from the very strange fall from above. Just then, something hit my nose. It was the smell of iron.