JD's Daily Writes 18 Nov 24
“I think you know who I am.”
Kaelen and the stranger had not broken eye contact. Yet Kaelen heard his voice clearly in his head.
Kaelen stared at the stranger sitting smugly in his chair. Kaelen stepped forward and growled, the hairs on his neck standing on end as he did so. He might not feel a threat from this stranger, but he was irritated by him.
“So you’re the voice in my head. The person who has been watching me. That doesn’t tell me JACK about WHO you are!”
The stranger smiled and casually cleaned under his fingernails.
“Sit down, boy.”
Kaelen found himself sitting on the carpet in his living room in the blink of an eye.
“What the hell!” he exclaimed, about to rise to his feet.
The stranger jumped up suddenly, towering over Kaelen.
“STAY!”
Kaelen found himself cowering a little at this and dared not move, which angered him. He stared at the stranger, never losing eye contact.
“You are a stubborn one, I’ll give you that. There’s a fierceness in you. You might survive yet.”
This last sentiment surprised Kaelen.
“What? Survive what?”
“Okay, I was hoping you’d have put it all together by now on your own, but clearly, intelligence isn’t your strong suit.”
Kaelen glared at him.
“Can you stop beating around the damn bush!”
“Sure. You’re turning into a werewolf.”
Kaelen stared at the stranger, incredulously for a moment before he burst out laughing.
“Hahaha, oh that’s a good one. Phew. Let me just call the police.”
Kaelen stood up.
“Sit!”
Kaelen sat down.
“Damnit! How are you doing that? Did you hypnotise me or something, is that why I can’t remember anything from…” Kaelen trailed off.
“From when, Kaelen?”
Kaelen stared at him.
“Wait, so you do know my name! What is going on here?”
“Just told you. You are turning. I had to come and prompt you a little, as you’d resisted a lot longer than I thought you would. So once I got your primal fear heightened by attacking you in your home, sorry about the mess by the way, but you won’t be needing all this junk soon. But once you went primal, you were out in the forest and finally made a kill. Albeit a rather distasteful one. I mean, really? A rat?”
Kaelen continued to stare at him, a swirl of emotions gripped him. He was unsure what he felt: fear, anger, disgust, doubt, hunger. They all continued to interchange, causing a decision paralysis.
“A rat did the job, it just needed fresh blood and raw meat to start the process. Although, I’d advise you to get some human blood and meat into you, to enhance your chances of survival.”
“You’re insane.” Kaelen finally uttered.
“Really? You are the one hearing voices and eating live rats.” The stranger smirked at him.
Kaelen glared at him as the stranger walked to the front door, still sitting where he’d been ordered to.
“You’ve got a day before the full moon Kaelen, so heed my warning. You will need rest, and nourishment to survive the transformation. Physically and mentally. If you make it physically but not mentally, you will be hunted and put down,” He looked back at Kaelen, “Not by me. It is the law of the clans though.”
With that, he stepped out the front door, closing it behind him.
“You can stand now. My name is Alden. See you soon.”
Kaelen leapt to his feet, sprinting to the front door, and flung it open, knowing Alden would be long gone.
