Beep beep, Beep beep
God what is that sound.
Beep beep beep beep
Make it stop please.
I try to open my eyes but I couldn't bring myself to open them.
Moving was not an option either, I couldn't move it was as though my body was paralyzed I couldn't feel anything.
"Yes...suggest... Critical." I heard voices, but I only heard bits and pieces of the conversation.
Everything was dark everywhere, I did not know where I was, God what is happening, where am I?
I try looking around but it was just darkness, I started panicking suddenly that beeping started becoming worse. It got louder and louder and each second I felt myself becoming weaker, that's when the voices I was hearing started becoming faint then finally I felt myself slipping off.
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Beep beep beep beep
"M..mhh make it st-stop'' my throat felt like it was on fire.
''w-water'' i say to no one in particular.
I tried to open my eyes but everything was blurry, after many attempts I was finally able to see my surroundings.
That's when I saw a woman who was holding a plastic cup in her hand. She was rather tall, and God her body was just a work of art, it was a body most women envied.
When I got a good look at her face I was in awe. She was a beautiful woman, her hair was brunette with golden locks, her eyes were so mesmerizing, they were green and when I looked closer I saw there were patches of purple in there.
''Here you go.'' I felt shivers down my spine, her voice was so soft and soothing. She then extended her hand towards me.
'' It's just water.'' she says, I reach out to take the cup but my hand wouldn't stop shaking.
''Let me." she made her way towards me and put the cup on my lips.
The moment the water went down my throat it felt as though I was putting out a fire in my throat. I will never make water for granted ever again.
"Th-thank you."
The moment she turned around, I looked around that's when I put two and two together and realized I was in a hospital.
"W-why am I in a hospital?" she then made her way towards me again she then took a sit right besides my bed.
She had a sour look on her face.
"Don't you remember?"
"Remember wh-" suddenly everything came back to me, the crash...Father.
"Where's my father?"
" I'm - "
" The dog." I mumble to myself.
" what dog?" I lift my head up to meet her eyes and she had her rather worried expression on her face.
She heard me?
"What dog Andrea?"
"Andrea?" she asks a little louder causing me to flinch a little.
"I-um."I clear my throat.
" The was a huge black dog and I think it was the one which caused us to crash, it also.... "I drift off thinking about what it did to my father.
" I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. " I wipe the tears off my cheek and shake my head.
" No it's okay, the dog killed my father. "
" Are you sure? "
" W*-what do you mean am I sure I saw it with my own two eyes I know it sounds crazy trust me I wouldn't believe me too but I know what I saw"
That's when I heard a knock and a man wearing a suit came in.
"Good day miss Misticc, I'm detective Rowland." he says as he makes his way towards me.
If he is the detective then who is... When I look around she is nowhere in sight.
"w-where did the woman go?" I say looking around the room but it was like she vanished into thin air.
"Which woman?" he asks clearly confused.
"There was a woman in here right before you came in bu-but she's..."
"when I got in here it was just you Ms Misticc."
"B-b I-how can I help you detective?" I change the subject.
"Well I would appreciate it if you told me what happened that night."
I sighed, It all started when...
"And that's the last thing thing I saw before I blacked out." he then looked at me like I had grown two heads.
"So let me get this straight, you were attacked by a dog? A huge dog?"
" I know that this story seems far fetched-"
"I'll say." he interrupts
"But, but that's what happened detective." he just took off his specs and rubbed both of his eyes with his thumb and index finger.
"Andrea, in order for me to help you, you need to tell me what really happened."
"I am!" I yell but it was a big mistake, because my ribs hurt the moment I did that. I end up groaning.
"I'm not here to cause you distress but I need to know what really happened to you."
"I already told you what happened." that's when I realized no matter what said he was not going to believe me.
"If you don't have anything more to say you can see yourself out detective." I say while crossing my arms.
He sighs then searches for something in his suit jacket.
"If you have more information don't hesitate to contact me." he hands me his card. I made no move to take it, he then put it on the table right across my bed.
He then started leaving just as he was turning the nob I remembered something.
"Where is my father's body?"
"I'm sorry but there was no body on the scene."
"what do you mean there was no body?"
"Exactly what I said there was no body it was just you and a broken motorcycle."
"Are you sure you weren't just in an accident? I mean you had just graduated, maybe you went a little overboard with your alcohol and maybe-"
"I'm going to stop you right there, I did not drink that night nor do I drink alcohol period, and I know what I saw that night."
"But-"
"Just stop! I saw that thing when it killed my father, I saw everything detective Rowland and no it was not an accident he was killed right before my eyes!"
I suddenly started feeling dizzy, that's when that beeping sound started again then everything went black.
"Mh-m"
"Look who's finally awake." when I opened my eyes I see a woman who was smiling at me.
"What happened?"
"You just had a panic attack, I don't know how that man came in here but we dealt with him so we apologize for any convinence he cost."
" O-okay."
"Now why don't you get some rest and I'll be back to check up on you." I just nod.
My thoughts went back to that woman who was in here earlier, how did she know my name and how did no one see her.
I find myself holding the pendant I took from my father's neck, I will find out what really happened that night even if it's the last thing I do.
Andrea stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands gripping the sink as she splashed cold water on her face. She needed to clear her head, to process everything that had happened. The broken necklace, Rose's revelation, the unsettling feeling that something within her was changing—it was all too much. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart.Suddenly, a scent wafted into the bathroom, cutting through her thoughts like a knife. It was a rich, intoxicating aroma, sweet and familiar—strawberries mingled with something deeper, muskier. Her heart skipped a beat, and her senses sharpened as the scent enveloped her.Mate. She sounds in her mind confused as to why she thought of saying that word.The word echoed in her mind, bringing with it a rush of emotions she couldn't comprehend. Her knees wobbled, and she gripped the sink tighter, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She knew that scent, had dreamed of it in restless nights, but it was stronger now, undeniable and
Andrea wandered through the bustling courtyard of the pack house, her thoughts preoccupied with the revelations of the past days. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the cobblestones and painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. She absentmindedly fingered the necklace her father had given her, the one that seemed to hold so many unanswered questions. The necklace had always provided her with a sense of comfort and security, a connection to her past. As she rounded the corner, Andrea found herself face-to-face with Sandra and her entourage. Sandra, with her perfectly coiffed hair and cold, piercing eyes, regarded Andrea with thinly veiled disdain. The atmosphere grew tense, the air crackling with an undercurrent of hostility. Andrea had known Sandra's type well—privileged, entitled, and always ready to belittle others to make themselves feel superior. "Well, well, if it isn't the Luna," Sandra sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What are you doing here al
Andrea stood frozen in the doorway, her heart pounding painfully in her chest. Logan's study, once a place of potential resolution, now felt like a trap of disappointment and betrayal. Jess's presence on his lap was a stark reminder of everything Andrea had hoped wasn't true.Logan's eyes darted from Andrea to Jess and back, his expression unreadable but guarded. He didn't move to disentangle himself from Jess's embrace, nor did he offer any explanation or apology for what Andrea had walked in on. His silence only deepened the wound in Andrea's heart.Jess, on the other hand, smirked knowingly at Andrea, as if relishing the discomfort she caused. "Looks like you caught us at a bad time," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm.Andrea clenched her fists, fighting to keep her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her. "I came here to talk to Logan," she said, her words tinged with bitterness. "But it seems he's busy."Logan's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of guilt
Andrea stood in the dimly lit study of the main house, facing Logan with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The air between them crackled with tension, each moment stretching taut as she awaited his answer."Why do you hate me so much, Logan?" Andrea's voice quivered slightly, betraying the emotions swirling within her. "What did I ever do to you?"Logan remained silent for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he stared at her with intensity. The weight of her question hung heavy in the air, and Andrea could almost feel the turmoil churning beneath his stoic exterior."You don't know anything about your father, Andrea," Logan finally spoke, his voice low and tinged with bitterness. "You have no idea what he's done."Andrea's brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? My father is-was a good man. He would never hurt anyone."Logan's eyes flashed with anger, his restraint slipping slightly. "Your father is the reason I lost my parents," he gritted out, each word laced
Andrea woke with a start, the echo of the mysterious figure and the haunting voice still lingering in her mind. The forest clearing and the river seemed like a distant dream now, but the urgency to unravel the mysteries of her past remained. She needed answers, and she needed them soon.Slipping out of bed, Andrea dressed quickly, her mind racing with fragments of memories and unanswered questions. The necklace, still faintly glowing, felt heavy against her chest as if it, too, held secrets waiting to be uncovered.She made her way downstairs quietly, avoiding the bustling kitchen where Rose was likely preparing breakfast. Instead, she sought solace in the library, a sanctuary of knowledge and quiet contemplation within the main house.The shelves were lined with ancient tomes and volumes on supernatural lore, each holding a promise of insight into the world beyond human understanding. Andrea pulled out a dusty book on werewolf mythology, flipping through its pages in search of any me
Andrea lay in bed, her mind unable to find peace. The weight of the day’s revelations bore down on her, and exhaustion eventually pulled her into a restless sleep. Her dreams carried her back to a time she had long tried to forget—a time when a woman once visited their home.---The living room of Andrea’s childhood home was filled with the warm, comforting glow of the fireplace. She was no more than seven years old, playing with her dolls on the soft carpet while the aroma of her father’s cooking wafted from the kitchen. It was a scene of domestic tranquility, yet a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.Andrea’s father, Jonathan, stood by the window, his face a mask of concern. A woman named Evelyn, entered the room, her movements tense and her expression strained. Andrea, sensing the change in the atmosphere, looked up from her playthings, her young mind alert to the undercurrents of distress in the air.The woman came to her and picked her up.“You look so much like your gran