In this place full of Werewolves, our family must have lived peacefully. However, my father chose to stay in a place full of humans.
I sighed. Looking around, they all look like normal human beings. They can easily deceive normal human beings too because they look no different from humans. I must have met seral werewolves who I thought were normal humans. That's how Tobias and my father had kept their secrets from me.
Instead of being distracted away by my thoughts, I began to think about everything again while I am surrounded by werewolves who look like normal beings. I guess, I will not be able to escape from my thoughts... not when I have a lot of questions and no one would ever fill them all but my curiosity.
Hanging out with Anne and Gabriela, just made all my thoughts needed to ponder more. I didn't take long with them as I bid goodbye after some time... I feel like they were only concerned about me but all I could do was space out in between conversations and I felt guilty about that.
I wish I could talk to my father... or mother. Is my mother still alive? My father said that she was still alive although I am not sure of it by now, was she a werewolf too? But she was not in the history of Astrid University. So she must be a normal human being, which was passed down to us, her offspring.
Once I got to my room in the girl's dormitory, I rushed to my bed and lay down there. The room is enough for one person and parallel to my bed is the window glass where the moon is easily viewed even from the bed.
I sighed as I thought of the past and hugged myself while staring at the full moon that shines bright despite the darkness of the night. I wonder if my father could see me from heaven.
Suddenly, I jumped out of my bed when a shadow of a man appeared through my window. There was a veranda outside the window where a man stood as he faced my window glass. My heart began to beat violently from the nervousness and fear that someone might try to force into my room and hurt me. It looked like it was wearing a hooded black cloak which made it difficult for me to decipher its figure and identity.
What was he doing there? Why would he be standing outside my room? And how did he get there? When the fact that my room is in the third floor building.
I immediately gripped a hard object from my table and luckily it was a baseball bat that Tobias gave me when I moved in here. He gave this in case I needed to defend myself and I couldn't imagine that I would be needing it today.
"Who are you?!" I raised my voice, trying to sound not vulnerable. "Show yourself!" My voice slightly trembled at the end but I remained brave despite the fear that covered me.
He didn't answer as he remained standing, but I knew I was not hallucinating since I could see him clearly through the moonlight.
However, as I stared intently at the shadow, there was a different feeling inside of me that is hard to decipher, my heart was reacting differently and I don't know why. Maybe fear, but it was something different and I knew it.
With the blink of an eye the shadow disappeared and my heart suddenly felt empty but I shook it off as I found my feet running towards the window.
The man must have heard my voice and realized that someone was inside the room so he would not be able to execute his plan.
When I opened the window, I immediately looked outside. However, there was no trace of anyone and the night was so peaceful. My room is on the building's third floor. How the hell would someone go up here?
I held my heart and it couldn't calm down even after the shadow was gone. My hands were still trembling, terrified that it would come back and try to hurt me.
However, there was something with my body that I couldn't calm even after several minutes of that because despite fear, I am aware that I'm feeling something unusual inside my heart. As if the presence of that shadow gives me an unusual effect, damn, I must be going insanely crazy because of many thoughts going inside my head.
I ensured that I locked my window before I came back lying in my bed.
As I stared at the ceiling, I kept thinking, was that a thief?
Oh Maive, if not a thief, what is he then?
Damn. What have I done to attract bad guys in my life?
After some time of pondering my thoughts, I fell asleep that night with a baseball bat in my hand. In case someone would try to barge into my room.
I don't know whether I was dreaming or not, but I felt someone caressing my hair as I heard a familiar deep voice, "Mine."
I gasped as I woke up and quickly searched my room but found no one. I just realized that it was already morning as the sun was starting to show up.
It was just a dream, but it felt surreal. I suddenly remembered the day on the terrifying cave, the day that I got my bite mark. I am sure that I heard that word, 'Mine.' I shook my head, it was just a dream.
Probably the effect of what I saw last night. Again, I scanned the room to check if something had changed when I was sleeping. Luckily, no one forced himself to come inside my room when I saw no changes.
However, my attention was caught when I found a single flower on my table. It was a pink tulip.
My heart went wild again after seeing that and it made me conscious of my environment. I immediately stood on my bed and looked around my room to check for the last time. I even searched under my bed but no one was inside.
I sighed, who entered my room without my permission? I looked to the window but it was still locked, my door too.
I bit my lip as I held the tulip that was found on top of my table.
Who would put it here? So that fucking means that someone was able to successfully enter my room and I did not even feel it while asleep. How could someone do that? I made sure that my window and door were completely locked before resting.
There was nothing missing from my things. However, it was just really a flower that has changed.
How could I not feel it? My senses are strong; It has improved a lot after the night my father was killed. I could feel it when someone was watching me. Did I let my guard down? No.
It only means that whoever brought it here is meticulous. Who might it be? What was his agenda? It was probably the same person with the shadow that I saw yesterday night.
I once again looked at the pink tulip in my hand. How did he know my favorite flower?