Wait! Werewolves Exist?
Chapter 26

BECKY.

I was having a great time at Amber’s. Things were so easy between us. It felt like we had known each other our whole lives. We sat on the sofa laughing, drinking, and eating snacks. We talked about all sorts of things. She told me about how she’d slept with her ex earlier today. She said shes pretty sure that it was a huge mistake, but that partvof her still wanted to believe the things he’d said to her. She told me that the s*x was good, and we laughed as she told me more. I told her that i was a virgin, that im saving myself for when i met my soulmate. She said that she respected that. We kept talking, just getting to know each other better. After a while, I asked how she was settling in to Lakeside and if she liked it here? She told me she loved it and that she felt like she was meant to be here. Then she got a little quiet. “Amber, is something wrong?” I asked. She hesitated before saying “I need to ask you about something, but it’s going to sound a bit strange.” I told her that she could ask me anything she wanted and waited patiently.

When she was done explaining about what she had overheard in the restaurant the other day, I thought about how to answer. This was the perfect time to tell her everything, but I just wasn’t sure how to start. She laughed nervously and said “I just want to know the truth, as my imagination has been going crazy. I even considered werewolves, I know that’s insane, I blame the book that Mary left me.” I was about to tell her she’s not crazy, but instead I asked “What book?” Amber went and got a book from upstairs. “I’ve got no idea why she wanted me to have this so badly.” She said, handing it to me. “There must be a really good reason, though.” I took a quick look through the book. The legend of the silver wolf. My mum had told me about how Amber’s adopted mum was a wolf/witch hybrid who had lived here years ago. I was only about three or four when she left, so I didn’t really remember her.

She told me how the lawyer was only supposed to give her the envelope and box if she came to Lakeside, which she felt made it more confusing. She pulled out the box and opened it, showing me the inside. I didn’t get a good look at the contents, but I figured Mary had left her the book as a way to explain about werewolves. Although I had never heard of a silver wolf so maybe it was more like a clue than an explanation. “What was in the envelope?” I asked. Maybe there would be something helpful in there. She threw her hand up to her mouth “I completely forgot about it. I still haven’t opened it.” She jumped up and grabbed a thick padded envelope from the kitchen counter and sat back down. “Do you mind if I open it now?” she asked. I offered to leave and give her some privacy, but she asked me to stay. I agreed and refilled our wine glasses. I needed to figure out the best way to tell her. I didn’t want her to be afraid of me or freak out. Humans didn’t usually have a good reaction to discovering the truth. they thought of us as monsters.

AMBER.

I was grateful to have Becky here. I’m not sure what to expect, especially after the confusion of the box. I open the envelope and pull out a letter addressed to me. I recognised Mary’s writing at once. Whatever this letter said, it was Mary’s last message to me. I took a deep breath and opened it up, and began to read Mary’s words. OH MY f*****g GOD!!! I glanced up at Becky nervous. She looked lost in thought and a little bit worried about something. I carried on reading. This couldn’t be real, could it? Suddenly Becky touched my arm and I froze a little bit. “Amber, there’s something you need to know. I could get in a lot of trouble for this, but I don’t care. Look, the thing is you’re not crazy. Lakeside isn’t a normal town, and the people who live here aren’t normal people.” I stopped her. “I know.” I said quietly. “What do you know?” she asked. I looked into her eyes “I know about Lakeside being a werewolf pack.” I said. She spluttered, almost choking on the cookie she was eating. “It’s all here in Mary’s letter.” I explained. I handed her the letter so she could read it for herself. I drained my glass, refilled it, and drained it again. The letter had explained everything, but I still felt confused. Becky handed me back the letter, looking shocked. “Are you OK?” she asked. I honestly didn’t know how I felt. She picked up the book again, this time taking a better look at it. I re-read Mary’s letter twice. Why hadn’t she told me?