The sound of water running in the distance disturbed me from my sleep. I was surprised the quiet noise of a moan escaped my lips. My body felt exhausted. Even I'm not sure if I'll be able to move from this very comfy mattress. The last time I remember sleeping on something this comfy was when... when... when was the last time I slept on something this dreamlike?
"Sleep well?" Those two words made me open my eyes with fear. Looking down on me were two very peculiar green eyes. The boy's eyebrows formed a facial expression that I assumed was amusement. His slick black hair was ruffled and reached down to just above his eyes. His jaw was set in a smirk as my own hazel eyes didn't leave his face.
"Who are you?" I try to sit up, but immediately regret trying as my muscle's tightened in pain. My own facial expressions obviously gave me away as I noticed the stranger's face take on a look of concern.
"Are you alright?" He looked around the room to look for something I fail to recognize. After coming to the conclusion that it wasn't here, he put his attention back to me. I nodded reluctantly before he decided to begin the introductions. "Oh, by the way, I'm Austen."
"Uh, nice to meet you." I smile, ignoring the fading numb feeling that is disappearing from my jaw. "I would tell you my name, but even I'm not sure what that is, sorry."
"That's OK." Austen shrugged and sat on the side of the bed. "So what happened to you back there?"
"Back where?" I repeat helplessly.
"Back in the lodge." Oh, so that made sense now! I was in pain in a lodge, wherever the heck that was! Shouldn't I be able to remember what happened to me? I mean, surely it would be normal. After all, I probably got myself into this mess, so I should at least be able to remember what happened so I can get myself out of this mess.
"I... I don't know." I fight back the tears that were forming in my eyes. At the moment, I feel so stupid. All he asked me was what happened in the lodge and I can't even answer his simple question! What kind of human being am I? Obviously a dumb one. "May I ask where we are?"
"Sure." He stood and walked over to the desk that was opposite the bed, running his hands over a notebook, Austen continued. "We're in the middle of the Dark Forest getting ready to fight off the Cerda pack..."
"And may I ask what the Cerda pack is?" I raise my brow in question, pulling myself up so I was leaning against the headboard.
"They're the wolves who have been after our pack for years." Hang on a minute, he's talking about fighting off a bunch of wolves? And why did he say it like whoever the people we were with were also a load of wolves too?
"So you're planning on defeating a bunch of wolves?" I scrunch my face up in pain as my leg disagrees with the slight movement I made to straighten myself on the bed. "What have the wolves ever done to deserve being treat like beasts?"
"You really don't understand do you?" Austen turned towards me in a space of a second. His pupils were rimmed with gold as he looked at me with eyes full of annoyance. "What's the most obvious thing that comes to mind with me fighting off wolves?"
"Um..." Is he seriously asking me these questions? And why is he so annoyed at the fact that I don't have a clue why he's fighting off the Cerda Pack wolves along with whoever we're here with?
"Just forget it!" He interrupts my thoughts as he turned to the door that was wide open. The hallway outside of it was very dark, I couldn't make out whether or not it was night. He punched the area just below the light switch. I gasped with surprise when he turned around to look at me in the eyes. His nose was flared up and it looked like he was counting in his head. When he finished, he spoke 4 words that made everything stop moving; "It's because we're werewolves."