Kelly struggled to hold Draco in place as she attempted to lock her gaze with his. He wriggled and squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with her proximity. "Damn it, stay still so I can see the wolf in your head," Kelly exclaimed in frustration. Despite her efforts, Draco's resistance remained strong, making it difficult for her to achieve her goal. She eventually gave up, releasing him from her grip.
"Serena, I didn't see anything. What does it look like?" Kelly turned to Serena, disappointment evident in her voice. Draco's interest was piqued by their conversation. He straightened up, his curiosity overriding his unease. He wanted to know more about the voice that had plagued him for so long.
"Well, it looks like Draco's wolf form, but bigger and a lot more majestic," Serena responded. Draco felt a strange mixture of emotions at her words. On one hand, there was relief that Serena had seen the tormenting entity in his head. On the other, the voice itself seemed to react positively to Serena's description of it.
"Yeah, but what the hell is it doing in my head?" Draco's frustration was palpable. He was desperate to understand why he was suffering from this internal intrusion.
"Draco, that's your wolf," Serena explained, her words hitting him like a lightning bolt. Draco's confusion deepened, his mind racing to process what he had just heard.
"Huh?" Draco's voice carried his bafflement.
Serena continued, "He's the owner of your wolf form."
Draco's mind was reeling as he absorbed the implications of Serena's words. His wolf, the source of his internal struggles and the voice that had tormented him was an integral part of him.
The voice within him seemed to cheer, its presence now somehow validated by Serena's acknowledgment. Amid his astonishment, Draco realized that he was only beginning to scratch the surface of the secrets and complexities hidden within his own being.
Draco's conviction was unyielding. "That makes no sense. My wolf form is mine. I control it," he asserted, his tone reflecting his strong belief in his statement.
Serena countered gently, "That's not true, Draco. A person can't have two bodies."
Draco's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "That's a load of bull. Every werewolf controls their wolf form," he argued, unwilling to accept an alternative perspective.
Serena's response was calm but resolute. "That's the thing. They were all born with inner wolves, but they're no longer there. Why is that?"
Draco's confusion deepened, and he found himself at a loss for words. The voice within him, however, didn't hesitate to add its input. "Thieves and murderers," it accused.
Draco froze, the weight of those words sinking in. "Those inner wolves are all dead?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Serena nodded solemnly, confirming his realization. Draco's world seemed to crumble around him as he grappled with this revelation. "I thought you were the same, until I saw him in your head," Serena admitted softly.
Draco's mind was racing as he tried to comprehend the implications of what he was hearing. "So, every time I shift, I'm using his body?" he asked, the concept feeling surreal and unsettling.
"Yup, and they said vampires are bad," Kelly interjected with a hint of sarcasm, breaking the tension in the room.
Draco felt a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a growing sense of unease. The very core of his identity had been shaken, and he now faced a reality that was far more complex than he had ever imagined.
Draco's frustration was palpable. "Well, I didn't know about his existence. He should have said something earlier," he expressed with a mix of exasperation and confusion.
Serena's explanation carried a sense of understanding. "You were surrounded by adults as a child, and until recently, you started spending more time away from home. I'm guessing it hid because if it was discovered, it would be killed too," she offered as a rationale for the hidden presence.
Kelly chimed in, drawing a comparison. "Kind of like vampires and witches."
Serena assured Draco, "You don't need to be afraid. It doesn't hate you. It's just mad at you for stealing his body."
Amidst their conversation, the voice within Draco made its presence felt with an eerie declaration. "I hate you, and I will end you."
Serena continued her explanation, attempting to bring a measure of comfort. "It's a gift from the Moon Goddess to all werewolves. With him present, you can become stronger than ever."
The wolf's voice persisted, this time with a darker threat. "You will die by my hand."
Draco's emotions were tumultuous as he grappled with the complexity of the situation. The voice, which he now knew was the manifestation of his inner wolf, brought forth a barrage of conflicting emotions. Fear, anger, and a sense of betrayal mingled with the realization that this presence could potentially make him stronger.
"Let's leave them to get to know each other," Serena said and dragged an unwilling Kelly away.
As Serena and Kelly were led away, Draco found himself alone with the tumultuous presence within his mind. The pain returned, an unwelcome reminder of the struggle he was now facing.
"Let's be civilized and talk about this," Draco muttered, clutching his head in a futile attempt to alleviate the agony. But the voice of the wolf remained silent, the pain intensifying instead.
"F***. Okay, I'm sorry. I won't try to control your body anymore," Draco offered, desperate for relief from the pain that throbbed within his skull.
"You won't get the chance to," the wolf's voice responded with a chilling edge.
The pain continued to surge, and Draco's frustration grew. He instinctively buried his head in Serena's pillow, hoping to find solace in her comforting scent. During this struggle, a realization hit him like a lightning bolt.
"You like Serena," Draco accused, his tone a mixture of curiosity and incredulity. "I'm not sharing her with you, you mutt."
But before he could continue, the wolf's voice responded with aggression. "You are unworthy of her."
This wolf had to go. He had to now.
"You can try," it said before Draco fell unconscious.
When he awoke again he was laying on Serena's lap. Her fingers softly brushed his hair as she hummed. That punk.