Chapter 5: Werewolf

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

I was amused by the girl's embarrassment at uttering a lot of things all at once. I was quite taken aback by the way she spoke. She had read a lot of books and learned a lot, and she wanted to share that with others, but she was not sure if others would like to hear that.

She was afraid of me, I could sense that. I could not do anything about it, at least not yet. But I was determined to make her feel better.

Her tiny hand was shaking slightly in mine. She was looking away, perhaps because she thought that I had become angry because of her talking.

"You know a lot of things," I said, offering her a smile. It was a bit hard to smile, but I tried as much as I could. I did not have the habit to smile or talk friendly, but I was determined to try doing so because of her.

She smiled shyly but did not look at me. I had a feeling that she did not want to see what my face was holding. Perhaps she was afraid of seeing what kind of emotion it would hold.

I chuckled and looked forward, at the body of the tree. She was going to have kind of a shock right now. I needed to make sure she did not flinch away from me in fear.

"Blue?"

"Yes?" she asked, her wide eyes expressing the depth of her heart as she returned my gaze.

"You need to trust me, okay? I won't hurt you," I said.

She looked confused as I had said the same thing before too. She had no idea what I was going to do right now.

"Just don't run. Watch and then I'll explain everything to you," I said, holding her gaze.

She nodded, strands of her damp brunette hair falling on her face. I got the urge to tuck them behind her ear, but I controlled myself. There would be a lot of time for that after she would trust me fully. Then there would be no restrictions. But now, I needed to have patience. I needed to give her time and I would not mind waiting, even though it was going to be hard.

I took a sharp breath and as I brought my right hand in front of the tree, it was not just a hand. There were claws, sharp nails, and a bit of blackish fur.

She widened her eyes, not looking away from my hand as her heart rate increased noticeably. I had held her hand in my other one, so she could not get away.

"What... What's that?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"I'll explain later," I said. "Don't fear, Blue. I won't hurt you. Calm down and take deep breaths. One... two... yes, like that."

She looked very fragile, but her eyes were full of determination. She was brave, I knew it. She was everything my world needed and mostly, I needed.

When I put my claw against the tree's trunk, a bright light began to shine from beneath my claw. In an instant, the light went black, as if it was ink, and a gap appeared. The gap continued to widen until it took on the shape of a door.

She was looking at the whole thing, too shocked to say something. She gripped my hand tightly as if she was afraid and wanted me to save her. I tapped her hand reassuringly and she glanced at me.

"Come on inside," I said and led her through the door. Her footsteps were not steady, as if she was going to fall at any moment.

As soon as we stepped inside the door, we were in a forest, but it was not night there. The gentle breeze along with the charming morning light fell on her face, which was saturated with water.

She instantly turned around and saw the door vanish in the same way that it had appeared, leaving an ash tree in its wake. She exhaled deeply and clutched my hand even tighter.

"Welcome to my world, my bride," I said.

"What... Alright, you said you'll explain everything. Please tell me everything now. I'm feeling bad. I think I'm going to faint," she said quickly.

"Let's go to my place first. Then you can ask me anything you want."

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"Why not now?"

"Well, we are in a forest. I thought it would be comfortable in a room," I said.

"Everything is weird. You better tell me everything now, in this place. I'm... it's hard to understand. Please tell me," she said, almost pleading.

"Alright. Let's sit down there," I said and took her under the mango tree. She sat down, a bit hesitantly feeling me close to her. I smiled in my head and sat down beside her, her hand still in mine, and I had no intention of letting go.

"Tell me now."

"Ask me what you want to know."

"Alright...um... What are you?" she asked.

"I'm a werewolf," I replied.

"But there is nothing like a werewolf in this world."

"Yes, there is. First, tell me everything you know about werewolves. Do you know what they are or what they can do?"

"A werewolf, also known as a lycanthrope, is a human who has the ability to shapeshift into a wolf on the night of a full moon, either on purpose or as a consequence of a curse or affliction. The transformation can be temporary or permanent; the were-animal can be the man himself transformed; it can be his twofold, whose action takes off the genuine man to all appearances unaltered; it can be his soul, which goes forward looking for whomever it can eat up, clearing out its body in a state of stupor; or it can be nothing more than the human being's flag-bearer, a genuine creature or a recognizable soul, whose insinuate association with its proprietor is appeared by the reality that any damage to it is accepted, by a marvel known as a repercussion, to cause comparing damage to the human being. In the..."

She stopped suddenly. "I'm talking too much again. I'm sorry," she murmured.

"No, I want to hear it. Go ahead," I urged. It was not a lie. I wanted to hear everything she had to say and I would never get tired of hearing her voice.

"Cutting the accused's flesh in the hopes of finding fur within the wound was one method of detecting a werewolf in human form. A werewolf can be identified by bristles under the tongue, according to Russian folklore. The appearance of a werewolf in its animal form varies by culture, but it is most commonly depicted as being indistinguishable from ordinary wolves except for the lack of a tail, the fact that it is frequently larger, and the fact that it retains human eyes and a voice. According to some Swedish accounts, the werewolf could be distinguished from a regular wolf by running on three legs, with the fourth stretched backward to resemble a tail. After returning to their human forms, werewolves are known to become feeble, crippled, and suffer from agonizing nervous depression."

"You know a lot I have to say. You talk like you memorized book lines," I said gently.

"Well, I read a lot of books about almost everything. I read about this on the internet. I have this weird ability that I can remember almost everything that I read once. Line by line," she said.

"That's strange but great."

"It's useless. I mean, people don't listen to me. So, it's pointless to have this kind of ability," she muttered, clear sadness in her voice. But it was not the sadness that clenched my heart painfully, but the acceptance of the sadness in her voice. I promised myself to make her so happy that she was going to forget what sadness was.

"People are stupid, that's why. Don't worry. I'll listen to you. You can tell me anything, you know."

She smiled and nodded. "So, am I right? About werewolves?"

"It's how your world describes werewolves, right?"

"Yes. I mean, there are these myths, no one knows if they are true or not."

"They are not right in all cases. Well, let me tell you about werewolves then. You need to know that as well living here."

"There are more werewolves here?" she asked, surprised.

"This is an exact replica of your world with three doors that lead to the other world. This is one of the doors that we used to get here. Even though this world looks like your world, there are a lot of differences. This world doesn't have the technologies that your world has. It's more laid back here, but much more privileged than your world. And this world only has..."

"Werewolves," she finished for me.

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