Half of What I Could Be

Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Mae

My bed was hard. Wow, almost as hard as a rock. Was I laying on something? Did I fall asleep on my computer again? I nestled into the covers, in an attempt to feel comfortable. It did not help. It actually made me feel...wet? Why was I wet? Did I spill water on the bed again? Did I pee the bed?

I dragged my eyes open. Everything was dark. I was under the blanket. I gripped the scratchy fabric and started to pull it back. When did I get this blanket? I haven't used a wool blanket since spending the night at my Grandma's. As I pulled the imposter of a blanket back, I felt my shoulder blade press into something hard. Something sharp.

I was not in my bed.

When the first ray of sunshine evaded my eyes, memories flooded back. The Hydra, bear trap, burning, euphoria... I transformed. I was a wolf. It was just like how it was described. Unmemorable. That was because I really could not recall anything from being in my Wolf form. My last memory was the Hydra biting my body in half. I still knew. I knew that my body molded itself into a canine. I knew my bones broke and muscles reformed. I knew I hunted and ate something with bugs in its fur. I knew that because I felt some still in my teeth.

I remember when my Dad told me about his first transition. He said it was the most painful experience of his life. Luckily I was too hopped on Hydra drugs to register that. He couldn't remember his first change either. Or his second, or third, or fourth for that matter. He said it took months before he could retain fragments of what he did in his beast form. It took him years before he could register everything. When I asked him why that happened, he said it took awhile for the mundane brain to handle a new way to perceive information. It had to adapt.

The forest was wet. I never realized that before, but I also was not laying naked on the forest floor before either. Now I was, and trust me when I say that brittle, wet, pieces of leaves were embedded in places I would not like to think of.

The trees looked... sharper? Was that possible? The ridges of the bark peaked, ebbed, and flowed? How did it flow? I felt like I could sense every single atom. They moved yet everything stayed stagnant. I could see the trees grow right before my eyes. For something so immoble, still, and devoid of emotion, it worked like a city. There was so much more going on that I never knew before. Never appreciated.

It was not just the trees. It was everything. I could see each grain of dirt on the forest floor. But it was not just dirt. Some were rock, sand, flakes of colorful sediment, but also specs of life like bones and scraps of twigs. The light refracted brighter with so much intensity, It made me squit. My brain could not process everything it was taking in. It was like I had glaucoma my whole life and now I could finally see.

I would not have noticed him, if he did not throw the dress at me. Even with my sharper sense, I was still as oblivious as before. I saw the red silky fabric in my peripheral vision. I turned in such a graceful motion, that I never contained before. I felt like Bella from Twilight after she turned. I plucked the dress right out of the air. It felt beautiful. The silk danced under my finger tips. I almost got distracted again, until I realized someone threw this exquisite, yet pricey, dress at me. I lifted my eyes up and met him.

Dark. That was my first impression. He was a dark man. Not by looks, but there was something about him. Maybe his aura or hidden secrets of his past, but he was Dark. Evil. Besides the darkness, his red eyes were the next thing I noticed. Followed by his chiseled jawline with hints of stubble, tall figure, and black hair. He looked eerily familiar. It wasn't a sense of deja-vu, but an undeniable feeling that I knew him.

"Hello there little Wolf"

I stared at him as I tightened the blanket around my naked body.

"Don't be worried, I will turn around. I might be the king of the Underworld, but incest is not my thing."