THE DREAM AND CHANGES

Ashley

"No... no... please stop! get away from... no... no....." I suddenly wake up from my sleep, breathing heavily. I quickly turn on the light on my bedside table and check the time on the wall across the room. It says 3:00 am. I tried recalling my dream but couldn't.

This was not the first time it happened. It's been going on for the past two weeks. Since I clocked 18, all I know is it always terrifies me, and it also felt so real, and it also happens at exactly 3:00 am, but I end up not recalling anything at all.

I took a deep breath, got up from my bed, and went to the bathroom. I quickly splash water on my face and look down at my hands and notice that they were still shaking. I tried to steady them and look into the mirror.

I notice some changes in my body; it has become more sculpted and twine-thin. My waist is now tapered compared to before and now has an olive skin complexion. My eyebrows are more slender, as though they were tattooed. My eyelashes are longer and fuller, I now have a dainty nose, a set of dazzling angel white teeth, my hair that was once ebony-black now has strips of silver to it, and my blue eyes now have a gold ring to it. My fingers are more slender, and the nails are slightly longer.

All these changes started exactly after my 18th birthday, and ever since I've tried my possible best to hide most of the changes in me. By wearing baggy clothes, black wigs, and eye contact and masking my face with heavy makeup.

Not only the changes in my body did I notice, but I also noticed the changes in my agility, both mentally and physically. Also, my hearing and sight of vision have become so sharp that I can hear and see things from miles away.

All these changes I kept to myself.

I dare not let anyone know because I know the consequences if they do.

Before these changes, I was already an outcast and hated by the whole pack.

Well, this started on the day my parents were killed by rogues deep in the forest. When the pack found us, my parents were already dead, leaving only me alive. They thought I was the cause of their deaths by leading them to where the rogues were. But little did they know it wasn't the rogues that killed them. I didn't tell anyone what happened that day, and they never bothered asking me, not even my family. They all wanted someone to be blamed, and I was the easiest target.

My parents were the beta of the pack, so technically I was demoted from the beta's daughter to the omega of the pack and maltreated brutally.

I was already being called a freak because they thought I had no wolf, which I do, but I just chose to keep it away from them. I first turned on my 15th birthday, which was a very painful night for me. I had to change all by myself without the help and presence of the alpha. You might ask me why the alpha's help and presence must be needed when one is changing. Well, that is because he is the only one that has the power to control a newbie from going rampage and also, after the change, bonds with the newbie to become an official member of the pack.

Well, as you can tell, since the alpha wasn't there with me that night, I am not officially part of the pack. So no one could guess I have a wolf. One thing also, my wolf's color is silver, like literally silver. It was never heard of that a silver wolf exists or existed before, so I dare not tell anyone about it.

I splash water on my face once more before quickly doing my morning routines and going upstairs to the pack's kitchen to prepare meals for the whole pack. After that, I cleaned the whole mansion except the rooms. I usually clean the rooms when all the pack members are down eating.

As I was finishing with my cleaning, I heard the pack members wake up gradually and check the time. As I noticed it was 5 am, I quickly gathered my cleaning tools and dashed downstairs to the basement, where my room is. I can't even call it a room. It was more like a five-square-meter cage built in the corner of the basement specifically for me. It contains a single bunk bed, a bedside table, a small wardrobe, and also in it was built a mini bathroom.

For the past 2 weeks, I have been avoiding any sort of confrontation with any of the pack members to reduce the chances of them noticing the changes in me.

So far, so good, it has been effective.

I lay on my bed listening to everyone in the mansion as they came out of their rooms one after the other. Once I ensured everyone had left, I discreetly exited my room, concealing my scent to prevent them from noticing me, and quickly cleaned the rooms.