ADA
It has been a while since I had that awkward meeting with my parents. By ‘a while', I meant a few hours. As much as I wanted to believe that they had lost it, the look I remember seeing in their eyes told me they weren't joking. And that shook me to the core of my being.Right now, I was with Alex in the garden. Without any warning, he pushed me, his hands pinning mine against the wall. He brought my hands to feel his hardness and held them as I felt the tender pulsation.“Do you want it?” He asked but pushed his lips against mine before I could answer.I got him away from me with a gentle push. “We had sex just before I spoke with my parents. Remember?”“With you, I'm hardly ever not in the mood. Seeing you alone turns me on in ways words couldn't ever do justice in explaining, you know.” He pushed some strands of my hair back and placed them carefully behind my ear. “You are beautiful, Ada. I could sing it to you now if you want me to.”I poked his nose with my finger. “Well, your beautiful girlfriend would like to have a cup of coffee, and not have her ears bleed out. Let's go get some coffee, you know, as opposed to making out in my mother's garden.”In each other's arms, we walked to the cafe. I stole a glance at Alex who was always on his phone. I wondered what he could be thinking about. I mean, we all had crazy things to think about. The whole damn world was nuts, but I was confident that I had the most insane thing to worry about today. I guessed it was alright to worry from time to time. Especially when your parent told you that you weren't human. They looked at me, tears in their eyes, and said that I was a werewolf. No, no. They weren't playing. They meant it.So, yes, my day was going fine so far. It wasn't like it was weird to be told that your werewolf powers were going to be awoken in the evening. Mum said she would take me into the wood tonight to ‘make it happen’. What's better than a mother-daughter all-girls night in the woods at midnight? Amazing, right? Same thing I thought.“Here’s your coffee, babe,” Alex said as he got back to the table we chose to sit at. “I got it just as you love it.”“Oh, thanks.”“Are you alright, babe?”I threw my hands in front of myself. “Of course, I'm fine. I'm just taking in the moment, you know. I love that we get to spend time outside of work.”Jeez! I was a natural liar. At this point, it didn't feel healthy.“Ada,” Beatrice, the store owner said as she came to our table. “It has been a hot minute since I saw you. Have you been speaking with Joyce?”Beatrice had been running this cafe before I even got into middle school. For some reason, she always thought I was friends with Joyce, her daughter. That couldn't be farther from the truth.“I haven't spoken to Joyce in a while,” I said, flashing a polite smile at her.Beatrice nodded. “I’m guessing you don't know she's clean now. My girl now supports addicts, especially younger ones, in the battle against heroin addiction.”“That’s amazing. She's doing really well for herself,” I said, pretending I had even thought about Joyce for once since high school.Joyce left us and went back to tending to other customers.“You didn't know her daughter was an addict, right?” Alex let out, already laughing before he completed his sentence. “You are a natural actress. You should look into getting into acting.”Isn't that, right, babe? I thought to myself. If only he knew how much it took me to be able to hide how scared I was. He would know just how good I was at lying.You see, when my parents told me earlier that I was a werewolf, I didn't believe them. I thought they were crazy, or maybe like my good friend, they had too much to drink. This was until I watched Mum's claws shoot out from her fingers as she tried to prove to me she wasn't kidding. Yeah, that happened. And it was proof enough for me.It was the weirdest thing ever. One moment, her fingernails were just her regular untrimmed nails, and the next moment? They were this terrifying monster-like claws. You know, like the stuff you would see in a horror movie.Mum saw how disoriented I had been when she showed me her werewolf claw. She wrapped her hands around my shoulder, turning around to give me a kiss on my forehead.“It will be fine. I know it's too much for you now, but I assure you that everything is going to be back to normal in no time.”When she said all that, I didn't even know what to say, that is, if I could talk at all. Back to normal? Damn, I didn't know if I could recognise what normal was anymore. Tell me how anything could be back to normal after I had seen what I saw.And as befitting icing on the cake, I was told that my life was in great danger because of some sort of demons whose name sounded like the name of an app or something.“Are you sure you're alright?” Alex asked, reaching for my hand. “Babe, I don't need to say this, but I reckon that you know that there's nothing you can't tell me. It doesn't matter how crazy or inappropriate your ever-busy mind thinks it is. I'm here for you. Always.”I nodded, fiddling with the empty cup of coffee in my hands. “Sure. I know that, Alex. It's just that I got so much on my mind right now. A lot more than I can take, Alex.”“Something tells me you need to drink something harder than coffee.”“You know what, Alex? I think you're right. I need to get me a real drink.”Anything to take my mind off the storm raging in my head.We got to the bar sometime after three in the afternoon. Alex and I just sat in a corner, having our beer in a silence that only provided me more time to think and worry. But then the alcohol helped. Not as much as I would like, but it was something. Anything was better than nothing, right?“Do you remember our first date?” Alex asked, smiling goofily at me. “Come on, it was a romantic one.”“Being that we had only been having quick sex during lunch breaks, I guess seeing that boring sci-fi movie with you was an improvement.”“It wasn't boring,” Alex said. “Nothing done with you can be boring.”My phone rang and it was Danielle again. She was probably drunk so I ignored it. Look, I loved Danielle but she and alcohol didn't mix well. I knew how much I had done to make sure she stopped drinking… all to no avail. I was tired, and more importantly, I wasn't in the headspace to help anyone. Not now at least. What I heard from my parents today shook me to the core of my soul. I needed some time to get myself together and I couldn't do that while worrying about someone else's issue. Whether she was my bestie or not didn't matter to me now.“Is it Danielle?”I nodded, laying my head on his shoulder. “I can't deal with her now.”“It’s fine, babe. Do what's best for you.”“I'm selfish, aren't I?”Alex turned to face me and had my head between his hands. “Babe, you know that's not true. You've been at her side since she started fighting her addiction. But you have to remember that this isn't your fight.”I nodded and placed my head back on his shoulder.The truth was Danielle was the last thing on my mind. All I could think about was that my parents were acting really weird and I was afraid that what they were saying was the truth. My parents have always been honest with me. I couldn't think of one bloody reason why they would be lying to me now. Now the issue was, if they weren't lying, the truth might be too much for me to handle.A werewolf? Why did I feel like I was a character in a kid's story? Only that it didn't feel right at all.“Damn,” I let out, looking at my phone. “I need to go meet my mother.”“Fine. Let's head home. It's late already.”“Uh,” I started, “I will meet you home later on. I just have this thing with my mother.”Alex looked at me and was about to say something but kept quiet. He gave my shoulder a quick squeeze and gave my forehead a kiss.“Okay, I'll see you later,” I said, kissing him on the face and then walking out of the bar.I guess it was time to do whatever Mum meant by “awaken your power”. Whatever it was, I doubted if it would be a fun activity. The venue being in the woods— and at midnight— didn't help issues at all.TYLER You know what? I understood why Grandma was scared. This was hella scary. Even though we had a plan that promised to make everything alright-ish, there was still this fear that everything could go wrong. There was still a possibility that everything would go sideways. I hated that feeling. Now it began to feel like air was too hard to draw in whenever I thought about the whole thing. I remembered those days in school when I had to act strong even though I was always scared that I would mess up and the world would know about werewolves and it would be my fault. Well, this felt like that all over again, only that it was worse now. “Damn it,” I muttered as I found my hands shaking as they laid on my thighs. “This has to work out well. It just has to.“Grandma was right to be scared. One moment, my biggest problem was my love life, the next moment; I was worrying about keeping the werewolf race alive. I couldn't rationalise staying calm when I knew that there were twenty Xirays o
ADA Yes. Here I was, walking, my hands locked in my Mum's, into the woods. This ‘forest’ wasn't far from the park my Mum used to take me to as a kid. Dad used to have us ‘camp’ here when I was little. The only difference was that then I used to be much more excited and less terrified. I guess you can say times have changed. “Why is Dad not here?” I asked Mum who had barely said anything since we met up. “I mean, if what you say is true, then he should be here, right?”She let out a sigh and stopped. “Baby, your father is a very tough man. He is as hard as a nail. You know this as much as I do. But that man cannot watch you go through pain. He just can't.”“Go through pain? Wait, wait, wait, Mum. Pain! Nobody said anything about pain.”“Darling, there's no other way.”“If my memory serves me… and, mind you, it does… what I remember you saying is that you were going to awaken my powers. You didn't say anything about pain or whatever.”Mum patted me on the shoulder. “Don't get all sca
ETHAN You know that feeling you get when you say something and then you're willing to sell your soul to just take it back? Yeah, that was all I felt at this moment. It was crazy because I said it and can't believe I did. I, a grown man, told a bunch of strangers that I thought I saw “a monster-looking fellow”. Yeah, I did that. First off, what the actual fuck does that mean? Secondly, why the hell was I telling this to strangers, or anybody for that matter?“You saw its true form?” The old man said, walking down the porch to meet me. “The rumours are true. It is said that a very, very tiny percentage of humans can see Xirays in their real form. This is quite incredible.”Trust me when I say this— I tried to look for the right words to say but nothing came up. Not only did I notice that they were looking at me like I was a lost cat, but the fact that the man was literally crazy and no one seemed fazed.“We are going to be seeing a lot of each other,” the old man said. “I’m counting on
TYLER At eight-thirty in the morning, the constant beeping of my alarm clock summoned me from dream land. As always, I detested that. I guess you could say I had some things to worry about today. If nothing, yesterday was a very long day. For one, yesterday I got to learn that there was another Green Eye and if either of us died, the entire werewolf race would follow suit. Also, to add icing on the cake, my grandmother didn't forget to tell me that there was yet another prophecy which said that one of the Green Eyes would kill the other, and then the werewolf race would be ended too. So, yes, there were two prophecies made at different times and the only similarity was that in either scenario— the werewolf race was predicted to end. Somehow, a Xiray found its way to our house— this happened yesterday too. We also learnt that the guy who owned a bookstore in town was one of the very few people capable of seeing a Xiray’s real form.Oh, how could I forget? I broke up with Enid yester
ADA I wasn't surprised to wake up seeing my parents smiling ear to ear at me. What was astonishing was the waking up bit because I could vividly recall Mum plunging one of our kitchen knives into my chest. After making sure I was fine and asking me to drink some water, Mum explained it all to me. She said killing me was necessary to awaken my powers as a Green Eye, especially because it was locked when I was a kid. After her long explanation, I could confidently say I was even more perplexed but at least she tried. “So I'm immortal? Cool.”Dad wiggled his index finger before my face. “You’re not. You didn't die because your powers were locked and you had some wolfdrops in your system. If that happens to you again, all the wolfdrops in the world won't be enough to save you.”Okay, that was good to know. Then there was the plan Tyler's grandfather came up with and Dad believed it would end our problems. From what he told me, we were supposed to go to some cabin today but they postpo
ETHAN I got to the store at 7:40 in the morning, thirty minutes earlier than my usual time. I got everything set up and in a few minutes, I was reclining on a chair, my nose in a book. People often asked me why I decided to run a bookstore amidst other things I could have done. The truth was that I didn't think there was any one answer to that question. What I usually said was that my love for reading was the first thing that made me look in that direction and, to a great extent, that was true. You know, there was something about reading a novel, especially when it was a very good one. There was this chill it gave that never got old. Whenever I had a good book in my hands, I often felt a sort of energy surge through my bones and, no, it was more than just excitement. I know it sounded silly or hyperbolic, but it was how I have always felt, even since I was a little boy who didn't understand most of the words I read and would often be seen with a notepad beside me where I put down
TYLER Grandma was always there for me. She pretty much filled the void the absence of my parents left in my life. More than just being there for me, her wisdom helped me get through things and I couldn't say this too many times. One of the many instances was when she helped me understand that being different was normal and there wasn't anything to be ashamed of. You see, when I was younger, I was jealous of my peers who were regular werewolves. Teenage werewolves often had very strong bonds with their friends because they got to experience a lot together. Because they were young and still discovering their powers, once a month, they would go out into the woods together to change. They would come back, loud and excited, talking about all the things they did together. I always use to feel left out.Most werewolves didn't know that I had been jealous of them as a kid. Being a Green Eye meant that I didn't get to feel any pain whenever I was changing into a wolf. I was a little stronge
ADA When I was younger, I used to think if I could live forever I would be able to learn everything there was to learn about life; all its secrets, gems, and hidden wisdom. I would be able to control my emotions at all times and nothing would ever come as a surprise to me. Now, I was twenty-four years old but I knew that no one could say life couldn't shove surprises in their face unless that person didn't know anything about life in the first place. For the most part of the last week, I have heard things that made me question everything. I had been introduced into a world I didn't know existed; I had been told that there were twenty demons in the world who were desperate and driven to kill me. As a shocking addition, I got to watch my own mother drive our kitchen knife into my chest. Even with all these, I didn't break down. I held my head high. At least, until the worst happened. About two days ago, I got a call. I was made to know that Danielle, my best friend, was killed in he