The sunlight was filtering through the curtains, casting soft beams of gold across the room as I slowly opened my eyes. My head felt heavy, like I had just woken from a deep, exhausting sleep, but something was different. There was a strange clarity in my thoughts, as if a fog that had once clouded my mind had been lifted. I blinked, rubbing my eyes, and for a moment, everything seemed to be moving a bit too sharply, the edges of the furniture and the room itself standing out in stark detail.
I felt a strange tightness in my chest, like there was too much energy coiled inside me, ready to burst. It was an odd sensation, almost like something inside me was waking up, stretching for the first time.
I sat up in bed, the movement slow but purposeful, and looked across the room at Scott. He was still asleep, his face peaceful, but I could see the telltale signs of the bite marks on his shoulder, still visible under the thin t-shirt he wore. The reality of what had happened last night hadn't fully sunk in yet, and honestly, I wasn't sure I was ready for it to.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feeling the cool wood of the floor beneath my feet, and instinctively, I crouched down to touch it. There was a sharpness to everything around me, a heightened awareness. I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator downstairs, the ticking of the clock on the wall, even the gentle creak of the floorboards under Scott's weight as he shifted in his sleep.
I froze, realizing what I was hearing.
The sounds were clearer than they should have been. Everything was louder, sharper, more... immediate.
A sudden, overwhelming hunger gripped me. It was like a fire had been lit in the pit of my stomach, something primal and urgent. My senses were on overdrive, and all I could think about was feeding the hunger that was rapidly intensifying.
"Scott?" I whispered, unsure of whether I should wake him or not. But before I could shake him awake, I felt it—a strange pull in my mind. A deep, resonant voice echoed from within, so clear it was as though someone were speaking directly into my ear.
[System activation complete. Welcome to your new reality. Quest assigned: survive the change. Objectives: learn to control new abilities, master the transformation, and seek the truth behind your bloodline.]
I froze, my breath catching in my throat as I felt a flood of information surge through me, like a dam had just broken. My mind struggled to keep up with the influx of details, each piece of information more complex than the last. It was like someone had unlocked a door in my brain and poured all the knowledge I could ever need into it.
[New abilities unlocked: enhanced senses, heightened strength, partial control over transformation. Fenrir bloodline detected. Immunity to wolfsbane activated. Alpha-level potential confirmed.]
What in the hell was happening?
I stumbled backward, my hand gripping the edge of the nightstand to steady myself as the voice continued to rattle off more information. It was overwhelming, like I had just received a crash course in something I didn't understand.
[Quest: Defeat the rogue Beta werewolf in the outskirts of Beacon Hills. Reward: increased speed and agility.]
I let out a shaky breath, trying to absorb what was happening. It felt like my entire body was vibrating with new energy, new potential. The hunger was still there, gnawing at me, but now it had a direction. My instincts were telling me to run, to find something to fight or chase down, to unleash this newfound power inside me.
"Scott," I repeated more urgently, trying to wake him, but he didn't respond right away. I wasn't sure if he even heard me over the rush of thoughts swirling in my head.
Finally, he stirred, groaning softly as he rolled over. His eyes fluttered open, and for a second, he just lay there, blinking up at the ceiling as if he didn't know where he was. When his gaze finally met mine, I could see the confusion in his eyes, but there was something else too—something deeper. A kind of… fear.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice rough. He sat up slowly, clutching his shoulder where the wound from last night still ached.
"I don't know," I replied, struggling to get my bearings. "I think... I think something's happened to us. Something's changing. I feel..." I paused, trying to find the right word. "Different."
Scott's brow furrowed. "Different how?"
Before I could respond, the voice in my mind echoed again, its words more insistent now.
[Quest objective: ensure your survival and mastery of abilities. The change will be difficult. Control is key.]
"Okay, okay, slow down!" I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Scott looked at me, still groggy but now more alert. "You're freaking me out, man. What's happening?"
I opened my mouth to explain, but the words didn't come. How could I explain something that didn't make any sense even to me?
"I—I can hear things," I said finally, my voice trembling. "Like, everything. I can hear the fridge downstairs. I can hear you breathing. It's so loud."
Scott's eyes widened as he shifted uneasily. "What? What do you mean? Are you—are you okay?"
"I don't know, Scott. I think something's happening to us. It's... not just the bite. It's more than that," I said, gripping my head as another wave of information washed over me. "There's this... voice in my head. Telling me about quests. Abilities. Something about my bloodline. Fenrir... whatever that is."
"Fenrir?" Scott repeated, confused. "What the hell is that?"
"I don't know. I don't know anything," I admitted. "But it feels like... something inside me is waking up. And it's not just me. I think it's you, too. You felt that bite. You're changing, just like me."
Scott looked at me for a long moment, his face torn between fear and disbelief. "But... I'm not hearing voices. I'm not... having a meltdown. What's going on?"
The voice in my head spoke again, louder this time. "Control the change. Your brother will follow. The path to mastery lies ahead. Do not waste it."
I shuddered at the words, knowing they weren't a suggestion—they were a warning.
"Scott, I don't know how, but we're in this together. We have to figure this out. I don't think we can go back to normal after what happened last night."
Scott slowly nodded, his face pale but resolute. "So what now?"
I looked down at my hands, feeling the unfamiliar strength coursing through my body. "We need to figure out how to control this... whatever this is. Before it controls us."
It was a sobering thought, but it was the truth. Something had changed inside us, something deep and primal. And if we didn't learn how to control it soon, it would tear us apart.
[Quest: Survive the change. Learn control. The journey has begun.]
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. This wasn't just the beginning of our new lives—it was the beginning of something much bigger, something that neither of us fully understood.
And whatever it was, we were about to face it together.