Chapter 12: Scores To Settle

   “Uhh, my head hurts so much.” I said getting off from the bed. Isabel was already up, she seemed to be having a hairdo next to the mirror. I rubbed my eyes sitting at the edge of my bed.

“I thought you were dead over there for a moment.” She said, focusing immensely on what she was doing.

“What can I say, I'm hard to kill.”

“Ha, I don’t think you’ll last long In Sheffield.”

“Really, so you presume l’m weak?”

“You watched Oliver and I make love together, why did you do that?” She said, totally ignoring my question.

“What would you have had me do?” I replied feeling my cheeks burn.

“I don't know, probably announcing yourself would have worked.”

“Look, I knocked before entering, but it seemed you were too busy to respond. Just forget about that, I already promised Oliver that I won’t mention it.”

“Great. So tell me, how was your journey?” Her lips curled into an unexpected smile as she replied, then she asked, curiosity etched in her tone.

“Who is the white wolf? I have to kill her, she killed a friend of mine.” I said, my blood boiling. I looked at Isabel, she looked scared, it was evident in her eyes.

“I’m not sure you know who that is. You know what I was wrong. I’m not certain you’ll even see the light of  tomorrow. I mean you just got here, and you’re already planning to kill Lady Lauren, Sheffield’s Student president. The iron princess of Andovia.”

“Yeah, it doesn’t make her indestructible. She’ll pay one day, that's a promise.” I said as a hot tear dropped from my eyes. Brownwell was a pure man in spirit, one of the few good people left on earth. The gods wail for his death. 

“Elsa, I understand you want to get revenge for your friend's death, but trust me, you can’t beat her.” Isabel replied with her face settling low.

“What’s the matter Isabel? It seems she did something to you.” I asked, noticing the despair on her face. Her face was usually carved in indifference, so seeing her saddened came as a surprise.

“Nothing, I’m okay.” She replied suddenly, forcing a composed look.

“Just stay away from her, besides, you need to be alive to be able to exert your revenge.” She said, getting up from the chair, she walked to her wardrobe, got some clothes and passed them to me.

“Thanks.” 

I got into the bathroom, turning on the shower, I unconsciously let out a soft moan as the lukewarm water glided over my skin, wrapping me in a steamy embrace. 

Is she really a god? I asked myself, recalling the dream from last night. But that would make more sense. Who else would be able to save me from the clutches of death if not a god. It all still felt crazy because by this time last year, I was just a normal kid at home with my mom and dad. Now I have this great purpose to fulfill.

She also kept asking why I didn’t know what I was. But, what else could I be? I asked myself as I stepped out of the bathroom, vapor filling the room.

“Are you damn kidding me! What the hell are you doing here!” I exclaimed, quickly returning to the bathroom.

“Relax Elsa, you don’t have to be shy. I'm just here to get Isabel for breakfast.” Oliver answered, his gaze locking on Isabel’s in a silent suggestive exchange.

“Would you like to go with us Elsa?” Oliver added.

“I don’t mind.” I replied, as Isabel handed me a towel. I wore a yellow dress that held my curves, my chest half exposed.

“What? Isn’t it good?.” She replied, noticing my stare.

“That's my most modest dress.” She added.

We left the room walking down the hall. For the first time getting here, I saw werewolves a lot, they were all heading in the same direction. We made a few cuts before finally reaching the dining room.

The dining room was quite a spectacle I had to admit, it was a very huge hall, lined with baroque tables that stretched to the far end of the hall. It reminded me of the kind seen in most grand films where the wealthy had their feast.

We walked to a table closest and sat down. A few minutes later, the staff came out soon with the dishes, I opened my plate salivating at the forest panda meat in front of me. Even with my ability to consume werewolves, I was still able to eat normal meat but the problem was it couldn’t satisfy me any longer, it was more like a snack. I still needed to consume my kind… werewolf flesh to live and get stronger.

The full moon happened once a year for werewolves in which we all quarantined ourselves inside, locked up in chains to avoid killing each other because it made us aggressive like wild monsters, but since the night I got this ability, the effects of the full moon don’t affect me anymore. Sometimes I felt like a cheat character in a game. But I knew my life was no game, l’ve come a long way to call my success a game.

I wanted to change things for Bulgaria, my country, and my homeland. I want to give them a better life. The system still had to pay for what it did to my mom. But to do that I have to beat the system. I was halfway through my meal when Oliver spoke up.

“So Elsa you’ve been lost in your thought for a while now care to let us in?” Oliver asked, smiling while the three boys by the left side of the table joined him grinning.

“Let her be Oliver, she lost someone.” Isabel responded, glancing at me.

“Oh, I'm sorry about that Elsa.” He replied, shooting a look at the boys, that told them to lose their smiles. 

“So, what do we do after now.” I asked changing the topic to lighten up the mood.

“We have combat classes by 10am.” One of the boys smiling earlier said.

“Yeah, and don’t be late, no one dares to do that. Professor Miocent is a no nonsense man.” Another added beside him. They later introduced themselves as Josh Elosquire, Richard Philmore and Brad Pitton.

“Guys, what’s up with the stare?” I asked, looking at them for an answer. 

“Elsa Oppenheimer, the administrator would like to see you.” I heard a cold voice, one I’m familiar with. Turning my back my gaze met hers.