THE WEREWOLF ALPHA RAVE

7th,

voice screams through the darkness. The black hole is empty an

I and how long

ding room once again. I want to answer, to tell him that I most certainly do not unde

No sound

e consciousness. There are no observable others through the thick veil of nothingness

ing all concentration on trying to feel something…​anything

I have only adds another question to the mystery that is myself. Days, months, or years pass in t

eternity. Finally, I stop trying to fight for life and I let it be. I relinquish control over my existence, and suddenly, the darkness begins to lift. A tiny pinprick of light

reach th

reach th

*

e walled room that appears to be some sort of hospital. The only splashes of life added to this bleak establishment consists of a blue vase of

er lashes and the sheen coming off her eyelids as they’ve been rubbed almost raw. I cautiously prop myself up in bed and the heart rate monitor attached to my body goes haywir

s around my shoulders. I tense up with panic and instinctively use my palms to shove her off me in a frenzy. I inch away from her on m

t want physical contact of any type with anyone right now. The sheer thought of someone’s hands on my body fills

lives,” she stammers. I skeptically shake my head at her, still not believing a single wo

els like the only components of my brain are missing parts and rusted out thoughts. There isn’t a single memory a

ore I even have time to register them. Tessa’s mout

sperately trying to remember anything about myself, but it’s as if there’s nothi

as she’s gone, I let out a sigh of relief and my tension loosens up a bit. My eyes frantically search the room for any clues that could tip me off about my identity. I’m scanning everywhere for a medical chart, a ‘get well soon’ card with my name printed inside – hell, even someone telli

e reason I’m here

find a way to shut this thing off before it alerts someone. I kneel down next to the milky white wall and unplug the godforsaken device, flooding the room with soothing silence once again. I stand back up and slowly inch away from it, my breathing hitched from adrenaline and fear. I’m terrified that someone will com

myself before someone inevitably c

ook weird, like the appendages of a creature I’ve never seen before. I then proceed to hold my slig

? Better yet, what

esponse to the abundance of fading sunlight now cascading into the room. So far, the only landmarks outside are clumps of cars in the parking lot

at desperately needs to be brushed, light freckles that span across my nose and upper cheeks, and bright green eyes rimmed with long dark eyelashes. Seeing my own face like this should theoretically jog my memory, but the longer I stare at my reflection, the more it feels like I’m lo

a caused by someone or something that has no name and the confu

re to my former existence that

to my room from a decent distance away, although I’m not sure how I can even hear that. These doors are thick sheet metal and sound doesn’t travel very freely thought them

st face I see is Tessa’s familiar one. Her eyes find mine and she shuffles in to the left, allowing two unfamiliar men to enter behind her. One of them

ab coat is the first to speak. “How are you feeling?” he inquires while holding a manila fo

’re observing me like an unstable, wild animal that’s no longer in captivity. There’s no safety net of glass or f

I don’t exactly know wh

n in a coma for a little over a week now,” th

omatose for

forward. I back myself up against the windowsill in an effort to get away from him, but it’s no

hurt you,” he explains. “My name is

e shaking my head. His face honestly doesn’t

smile before exiting the room, leaving just Tessa and Zander as my company. I cautiously observe as Zander approaches me with his hands ex

?” His dark brown eyes are probing mine fo

e,” I answer. Zander takes a deep breath and brings his fi

emory,” he states and I silently nod my head. At this point, I’ll welcome any information if it has the potent

conscious, bloodied and beaten. We immediately brought you into the hospital and continued to search for the rest of your family...but they didn’t make it. I’m so sorry,” he explains with sadness. I raise an eyebrow and look over at Tessa who is trying to maintain her composure, but it’s not really working. She can’t seem to stop crying. I’d assume she had an emotional

this. My only lifeline to this planet cannot consist of a randomly plotted assas

lings to his words as I narrow my eyes at him in silence, trying to decipher everything he just said to me. He takes notice of my skeptical look and glances over his shoulder at Tessa who is nervously biting her bottom lip. He draws in a deep breath b

ke we are all living in some sort of fantasy novel. There’s no way any of this is real. He’s obviously playing some sort of sick joke on the girl who’s g

feels as if my chest cavity is going to rip apart from the strain. Suddenly, a searing pain branches throughout every bone in my body and I cry out in agony. My palms shoot downwards onto the cool window frame and I rake my nails ac

s up at a panicked Tessa as he rolls the mattress in her direction. “Lock the door, Tessa,” he demands

rt and reform into an unrecognizable pattern. I tightly close my eyes in an effort to block out any additional visual s

soothe me with his words. I try to allow his comfort to wash

over again and I don’

transition happen,” Zander’s voice echoes through