I'm in the human world.

Stunned by the venomous words that spilled from Christopher's lips, I couldn't help but draw a comparison between him and Stone-heart—a cold and heartless individual. But despite his unpleasant demeanor, I found Christopher strangely attractive, even more so than Stone-heart. Lost in my musings, my beloved white dog Coco interrupted my thoughts with a series of urgent barks.

He tugged at my work uniform, his fangs gently grazing against the fabric."Heeey Coco," I greeted, Overwhelmed with the love I felt for him, I crouched down to meet his level. His fangs grazed against my work uniform as if urging me to follow him outside.

"How are you doing, buddy?" I asked, looking into his bright, happy eyes.

Coco responded with an eager wag of his tail, as if saying, "I'm doing great!" His bright eyes filled with happiness.

Before I could reach out to pet him, James,arrived on the scene. He swiftly scooped up Coco, cradling him in his arms, and gestured for me to follow him. "Come on," he said, his voice filled with urgency. "Penelope, needs your help in the kitchen with the dishes."

Slightly startled, I rose to my feet and brushed off any debris from my uniform. "Alright, I'll be right there," I replied obedientlyglancing at Coco, who seemed content resting in James' grasp.

As James carried him away, I couldn't help but wonder why Coco had suddenly behaved so strangely. His behavior was puzzling, but I brushed it off, reminding myself that he was just a dog.

As I entered the bustling kitchen, the sound of clattering plates and the mouth-watering aroma of freshly cooked meals enveloped the air. Penelope, fully engrossed in her task, diligently stood at the sink washing dishes with swift and steady hands.

"Hey Penelope, looks like you have your hands full today," I greeted, offering a warm smile.

Penelope glanced over her shoulder, briefly acknowledging my presence. "Yeah, it's been pretty busy. Seems like everyone's hungry today," she replied, her focus returning to the stack of plates in front of her.

I stepped closer, observing the organized chaos of the kitchen. "Well, let me lend you a hand. Just pass me the dirty plates, and I'll take care of them."

She paused for a moment, seemingly surprised by my offer. Hesitantly, she handed me a pile of soiled plates, her eyes avoiding any direct contact. "Thanks," she mumbled softly, her voice barely audible over the loud clatter. "Just remember, make sure they're completely clean."

I chuckled, understanding her meticulousness. "You got it. I'll make these plates sparkle like brand new."

As I began scrubbing the dishes, our interactions remained minimal, limited to occasional requests for more dirty plates or a quick exchange of pleasantries. Penelope seemed guarded, as if she were afraid of engaging in a deeper conversation. It was evident that she didn't particularly enjoy talking to me, but I couldn't force her to be more open.

***

In the midst of a peaceful afternoon, around 3 p.m., I noticed the front door of the house cracked open. Curiosity got the better of me as I wondered who could be stopping by at this hour. To my surprise, it was Sandy, she had just returned from school. Despite being a stranger, she had an immediate fondness for me.

As Sandy skipped into the house, I could feel the excitement radiating from her as she bounded towards me. Without a word, she jumped into my arms and I lifted her high in the air, relishing the sound of her infectious laughter. We burst into laughter, completely caught up in our joyous reunion.

"Hey there, beautiful," I said, grinning at her. "How was school?"

"Hey, guess what? I got an A on my math test today!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.

I grinned at her enthusiasm. "That's amazing, Sandy! Told you you'll get it , you're such a genius."

"Ahahaha! Thank you!" She thanked me.

"Missed you so much," I said, twirling her around. "Tell me everything about your day!"

Carrying Sandy in my arms, I made my way towards her bedroom.

As we walked, I eagerly asked Sandy about her day at school. I wanted to hear every little detail, and she was more than happy to oblige.

"Okay, so during recess, we played tag and I was the fastest, so no one could catch me!" she animatedly recounted, her eyes shining.

Once we reached her bedroom, I gently began to help her remove her school uniform. The beauty of her uniform caught my attention - a pristine combination of a crisp white blouse and a pleated navy skirt. The intricate embroidery and delicate patterns added a touch of elegance, perfectly complementing Sandy's vibrant personality.

Summoning my courage, I mustered the courage to ask her a question that had been burning inside me since we first met. "Sandy," I hesitated, "which pack do we belong to?" Confusion instantly flickered across Sandy's face as she turned to me, surprised by my inquiry.

"What do you mean, what pack?" she said. "We're not in a pack. Packs are for animals, not humans," she remarked, her curiosity piqued.

" I mean a pack , a Werewolf pack Sandy," I explained.

she raised an eyebrow and responded, "Why on earth would you even think of something like that?"

Taking a deep breath, I explained myself. "It's just that I find it strange that I've never witnessed someone transforming into their wolf form or heard whispers of the Moongoddess within your pack," I confessed honestly.

Sandy couldn't contain her laughter and it erupted from her like a volcano. She laughed so hard that she doubled over, tears streaming down her face.

Confused, I asked her what was so amusing, desperately wanting to understand.

Between fits of laughter, she managed to tell me, "Werewolves are mythical creatures, silly! They don't exist."

I continued to press her, refusing to believe what she was saying.

"No..."

" Little-angel look , they don't exist okay?" She said.

I could feel my heart sink at her words. "But...but what about your Alpha?" I stammered, feeling a surge of panic rising in my chest. "And the Moon Goddess?"

Sandy burst out laughing, doubling over with mirth. "Oh my god, are you serious?" she gasped. "Werewolves , alpha and the Moon Goddess? That's just a fairytale, silly! There's no such thing as werewolves or any other supernatural creatures."

I could feel my mind reeling as her words hit me like a brick.

She stopped laughing for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you're okay? Did you hit your head or something?"

Annoyed by her laughter, I replied, "No, I didn't hit my head! This is not some cartoon where people magically lose their memory or abilities."

Concerned, she touched my forehead and asked, "Are you feeling sick? Maybe you have a fever."

Frustrated, I explained, "I'm not sick!"

"Ah, I understand you must be talking about Halloween, surely you must have seen people with werewolf costumes and you believed that they existed" She suddenly exclaimed.

" No , and Halloween has nothing to do with it. I'm talking about reality, werewolves."

Laughing even harder, she said, "Werewolves? Those are just legends, you know. They don't actually exist."

Shocked by her disbelief, I remembered the stories told by the last alpha of our pack. "According to our legends, there is a species that cannot transform into werewolves like us. They are different."

And suddenly, everything made sense.

The incident from my fist day here replayed in my mind like a haunting melody. The sight of those men beating another individual, their fear-stricken faces at the sight of my wolf form. It was all too clear now. I wasn't in a pack; I was in the human world.

The shock reverberated through my body, causing my soul to tremble. The realization of my true predicament washed over me in a wave of disbelief. How had I been so blind?