Many years ago, long before humans became aware of our existence, we werewolves lived in the shadows, unseen and unheard. Often, it was difficult to feed because among humans, there were those who hunted us; the Hunters. They killed my kind, and only a few managed to escape, never to return. One of those murdered by the Hunters was Gena Boyer, my girlfriend and mate. She died before my eyes, and I was helpless, unable to do anything but watch. Since then, nightmares of her death have haunted me. Gwen, Gena's best friend, blames me for what happened, calling me a coward for not saving her.
Despite countless defenses, it doesn't change the fact that I failed to save Gena. Centuries passed, leaving me without a mate, someone to support me and warm me on cold nights. I had lost hope of finding anyone until one dark and stormy night when I met her—Gena, my mate, or so I thought. Instead, it was her doppelganger, Maria Jose Clark, whom I found unconscious on my way home from work.
"Where am I?" Maria's doppelganger stirred from her slumber as I sat across from her, asking for her name. She hesitated before answering, "Maria Jose Clark."
"Maria?" I grinned, noting her resemblance to Gena. Perhaps they were related, and Maria, like Gena, could be a werewolf.
"Do you know what happened to you? I found you unconscious in the forest on my way home," I said, trying to jog her memory.
"I don't know," she replied, avoiding eye contact and showing signs of distress.
"Do you have parents?" I inquired further.
"They're dead, and I stay with my Aunt Mary," she answered, taking a sip of water.
Just like Gena, Maria had no parents and was an orphan. The resemblance was uncanny.
"Let me take you home. Everyone must be worried," I offered, rising from my chair.
But Maria remained seated on the bed, barely reaching the ground with her legs. "I don't want to," she stated firmly.
"Why?" I asked, sitting beside her. Despite the close proximity, she showed no fear or discomfort.
"Is there something you're not telling me?" I pressed, but she remained silent, avoiding my gaze.
"I'll let you rest," I said, realizing her reluctance to leave might stem from a troubled home life.
Later, I brought food to her room and found her struggling with her dress zipper. "Can you help me, kind sir?" she asked, looking at me through the mirror.
I helped her with the zipper and left the food on the table. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like," I offered, perhaps seeking solace in her presence after Gena's death cast a shadow over me.
As Maria rested, I couldn't help but wonder about her friends who had left her to die. What kind of friends would do such a thing?
"The following morning, I prepared for school after setting the table for breakfast. As I turned to call Maria down from her bedroom, I was surprised to find her already dressed in her uniform. It turned out she attended the same college as me.
"Good morning, young lady. I see you're ready for school," I remarked, noting her uniform length.
"Yeah, I hope you don't mind if we go together," she said, taking a seat at the table.
With an hour before leaving, I didn't give her a definite answer. After serving breakfast and beginning to eat, I noticed Maria had almost finished her meal.
"Wow, you've got a huge appetite," I commented.
She grinned with her mouth full, replying, "Yeah, a lot of people have told me that."
After finishing breakfast, I packed my books and headed to the car. But Maria was still inside the house, risking being late for work.
"Maria!!! Where are you?!" I called out, frustration evident.
She hurried out after a few seconds, wearing Gena's sneakers.
"What are you wearing?" I asked, my voice rising in anger.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I saw these shoes and couldn't resist," she explained.
Angry at her disregard for Gena's memory, I ordered her to take them off, regretting my harsh tone as she retreated inside.
In the car, Maria remained silent and visibly upset, mirroring Gena's behavior. It struck me how similar they were.
Arriving at school, I was greeted by Benjamin Great, the English teacher, in his new suit, clearly seeking admiration.
"Good morning, Ben. You look...beautiful," I said sarcastically.
He chuckled, ignoring my comment, and I made my way to my office, the largest in the school, thanks to my uncle Chase, the dean.
Just as I tried to clear my head, I heard familiar whimpering. It was Maria, crying outside my office.
"What happened?" I asked, concerned.
She apologized for disturbing me and tried to hide her tears.
"Your voice was the only thing I could hear," I reassured her before sending her back to class.
My class was interrupted by Maria's late arrival, which was unusual for me. But seeing her distress made me lenient, allowing her to enter and find a seat.
As I left the classroom, a student's comment about Maria dating me caught my attention. Though tempted to reprimand the class, I decided to address it later, choosing to maintain authority without causing a scene."
Since no one was willing to identify the culprit, I decided to punish the entire class with a pop quiz. Students disliked them, but it was a fitting punishment for those acting arrogantly just because they were in college."Take out your piece of paper and a pen," I instructed the class."No!" came the chorus of exhausted voices.It was satisfying to hear them grumble, knowing this wouldn't have happened if they had brought the culprit to me. I gave them a challenging quiz, enjoying their struggles as they attempted to answer."Ten minutes is almost up!" I announced joyfully."Aww, please Mr. Elijah, we're sorry," Yumi, the exchange student, pleaded.Ignoring their pleas, I collected their papers one by one. Maria also submitted hers, looking unusually exhausted and sad. Did something happen?After two hours, I ended the class, packed the test papers, and headed to my car. Seeing Maria resting against it, I realized she wanted to go home."I'm sorry, Mr. Elijah, but I want to go home,
The following morning, I had to wake up early for a meeting, and as I passed by Maria's bedroom, I assumed she would still be asleep. However, when I entered the kitchen, Maria was already preparing breakfast in the same attire from the night before."Good morning," I greeted as I took a seat at the table, observing her movements with her messy hair in a bun."Good morning, how are you?" she replied, turning to glance at me from the kitchen door."I don't like tea," I stated abruptly as she placed a cup in front of me."Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know," she responded, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the bread.Trying to ease the tension, I joked, "It's okay, Gena, I can make an exception," accidentally using another name."Wait! What did you just call me?" Maria asked, her curiosity piqued.Realizing my slip, I chuckled nervously and deflected her question to avoid further inquiry.After dropping Maria off at school, I headed to my meeting with my late parents' business i
"So, tell me, what do you want to tell me?" Maria's uncle stopped by the wooden chair and confronted me."Oh! Yeah," I said, showing him the bat."Whoa, what the fuck?" He got scared and began to withdraw his feet from the chair.Maybe he thinks I want to beat him up with the bat in my hand, but even though I would want to talk with him."Calm down, now tell me about Maria," I came and placed the bat on the table, thinking it might help him speak more freely."W... What do you want to know?" He stammered.I told him about the bruises on Maria's body and asked how it came about. Maria's uncle couldn't stop staring at the bat I intentionally kept on the table, which seemed to make him nervous.He kept on stammering before his wife arrived. She saw the bat on the table and almost fled out of fear, but her husband called her back.She moved to where her husband was and stopped beside him."Okay, let me ask you the same question," I looked at her face, "Have you perhaps been harassing Mari
Maria's sudden change in demeanor caught me off guard. She stood there, her gaze piercing through me, waiting for my response. "Maria, please have a seat," I gestured to the chair across from me. "And you can call me Mr. Elijah for now." She complied and sat down, but her eyes remained fixed on mine, filled with uncertainty and a hint of defiance. "Alright, what is it that you wanted to say?" I prompted, trying to maintain a calm demeanor despite the turmoil of questions swirling in my mind. "I know this may sound strange, but I've been feeling different lately," Maria began, her voice wavering slightly. "There are moments when I feel like I'm not myself, like there's another presence inside me." Her words sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease creeping over me. "What do you mean, another presence?" I inquired, my tone cautious. "It's hard to explain," she continued, fidgeting with her hands. "But sometimes, I have these urges and thoughts th
Maria's unexpected confession caught me off guard, leaving me speechless for a moment. I struggled to process her words, grappling with a mix of emotions ranging from confusion to disbelief. How could she claim to love me when we barely knew each other? And what about Gena? My heart still ached for her, and I couldn't simply replace her with someone who resembled her."Maria, you can't just say something like that out of the blue," I finally managed to respond, my voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "Love is something that takes time to develop, and I can't just reciprocate those feelings without getting to know you better."Maria's expression faltered, her earlier confidence wavering as she processed my words. "But... I thought... I mean, we've been spending time together, and I feel a connection between us," she stammered, her eyes searching mine for reassurance.I sighed, realizing that Maria's feelings had likely stemmed from our shared experiences and the time we had spent t