Chapter 15 Welcome Back
Chapter 15
Lyra's POV
“This is the last bus stop!”
Welcome to the stormfang pack!”
Wake up!” a voice tapped me.
Another tap on my shoulder.
Madam, we are now in a stormfang pack!”
The voice hit me hard. Harder into my eardrum.
I gasped for breath. I gasped for life. I looked around me erratically.
Front. Left. Right. Back.
I saw a few passengers getting down from the van hurriedly, some with their luggages. Others with their family and close acquaintances.
“Don't forget any of your luggage! I will not be responsible for your carelessness!” The driver announced.
Then a sudden voice erupted behind me, “madam, you told me you are alighting at the last bus stop before you slept off.”
I flinched.
I turned then I saw a wolf, balded with a long beard, he bent low towards me. He had finished addressing me. Then the voice thundered again, speaking to others who were trying to get their stuff down.
“This is the last bus and the last trip into the stormfang pack for today…”
Me? Like I was dreaming.
Stormfang pack? How? When?
Like I was dreaming. I looked outside via the window. It was at the stormfang bus stop. I also cited the main market too from where the bus stopped. I gasped for breath umpteenth times.
The beard wolf concluded, “Especially when the wrought of the moon goddess is on the land. This land has not seen the moon for the past three months?”
Three months? So it's been three months since I died.
I could see only a few people. A Van passing by. One or two cars. And a Bicycle. The stalls were empty, only a few women were with wares. Nothing like Hawkers, unlike before or traders shouting at the top of the voices advertising their wares.
It took me a few seconds to process it. Before I realized that I am on mother earth. Not only mother earth but mother of all packs. STORMFANG PACK.
I tried to process it for some seconds and then stomach it, then with a smiling face turned to the driver who had been looking at my reaction for a while
He was startled. “Are you alright, ma'am.”
Maybe he doesn't need to blame me. Has the universe given me a second chance? Am I reborn?
I looked around again, this time, at the internal part of the vehicle. Myself and one other wolf were the only commuters left in the van. He was trying to get his luggage back.
My feet touched the dusty road of a stormfang pack, the one that had sucked my blood. Not in a friendly way, but in a gruesome manner. In which no one can ever think off. The road was lonely and empty. Everything was in disarray compared to how it had always been.
I had put-on a red-gown and my mini-box clasped in my hand as I walked at the roadside en route to the only place I know. A place where my vengeance would begin from.
As I walked through the road, past different shops and merchants, all were closed, then one caught my attention.
Then one quickly cut my attention as I was about to walk by, I quickly retraced my footsteps in front of a shop with tinted glass. Not because of what they were selling but because of the glass.
The tinted glass. Not because it had done anything wrong. But it had reflected my image back to me. But the image it reflected was strange, different. Unlike old me. Unlike old Mila.
Gawd!’ I gasped inward as I looked at myself in front of the tinted glass. My hand was thrown over my mouth slightly.
Where is that beautiful alabaster skin which belongs to old Mila? Gone? Now replaced by onyx tone skin color. It's beautiful, captivating and glassy texture as it radiates under the beaming light. I touched the skin for a second.
No wonder, every young man kept focusing on me when I passed them by. A few women never stop looking at me. I couldn't place it, the reason the attention had been this much.
I had been more plumpy and curvy. More mature in age. Probably in my early or mid forties. My front too, bigger, bolder and … I still put on the exact face of my old Mila. Only this time I have a plumpy cheek and my cupid shaped lips have been replaced by a heart shaped one.
I turned again and again in front of the reflecting glass, looking at how curvecious I am.
The straight legs Mila once had were gone, replaced by a slight bow in her stance.
What about her straight, long, wavy hair which used to touch her nape had been replaced by a short simple but straight one bound together with a clip.
I looked at the new me in front of the glass. The dress, simple. I looked, average and ordinary, like someone who hadn't been exposed to a lifetime education like old Mila.
I pulled down my flowery gown and picked my bag which had been placed on the ground and walked down the road. My black Sanders slapped the road as I tugged some smile at the corner of my cheek.
I had walked roughly fifteen minutes.
When I reached a very big gate. Like every other wolf in fro
nt of me, all of us stood in a queue with different purposes .
“What brought you here?” A guard asked.