Chapter 4

I'm sorry, I'm very sorry," Leo said, trying to hold back his laughter when I looked at him in confusion.

He had suddenly burst into laughter when I asked him a question.

"Werewolves don't exist. They are folklore told by our ancestors. They do not exist," Leo said while still holding his laughter.

"Werewolves? Is that what they are called?" I thought to myself. "They exist. I saw one just now, though she didn't shift into a human being. I knew she was one because she looked like the ones in my dreams."

We didn't say anything more to each other. I kept driving while Leo would laugh out loud and then shake as a result of excessive laughter. My question was funny to him, but I know what I saw.

We got to the house, and we went to our separate rooms. The scent in the room suddenly became strong—overwhelmingly strong. I could hear people breathing from where I was. I held my head as I knelt down.

I was noticing sounds and scents I have never been aware of. I felt the tip of my fingernail elongating, turning into claws. I was hearing the wolf's voice in my head. "Accept your true self, and you'll know where to find us." What was going on with me?

I managed to get a grip on myself; my fingernails came back to normal. I wasn't hearing things anymore.

"What was that?" I asked myself. The only thing that has ever happened to me was the incessant dreams I had, but I've never heard more than my normal ear should. I sat down on the floor, staring at nothing until daybreak.

The alarm in my room rang out immediately at 5 am. I reached to where it was and switched it off. I didn't close my eyes a bit last night, as I was scared of having another nightmare.

Nobody, not even Leo and my uncle, knew about my struggles. They have always seen me as the stone-hearted boss who took advantage of people's weaknesses. In reality, I do all that to mask my fears.

Now my fears are overpowering me. I was feeling incredibly strong. I knew something was going on inside of me, but what exactly?

Whatever it was, it was stronger than my willpower; it takes over me without me even doing anything. I hated being in this situation. I hate being vulnerable.

I just wanted to pull my head and scream out, but I couldn't. I wasn't alone in the house—the helper and Leo were there. I couldn't let them know that I was struggling.

I went into the bathroom and stood under the shower, my hands on the wall as water slid down my body. Everything was boiling and building up inside of me. I finally let out a scream while pounding the wall.

"I felt better, but the wall wasn't. I left a little crack on the wall, but I couldn't care less. I took my bath and came out of the room to meet Leo fully dressed in one of my suits.

'Come on, man. Take permission at least,' I said, feigning annoyance.

'What belongs to my brother belongs to me,' Leo said while smiling. 'Come on, get dressed. We are already late,' Leo added.

'Leave my room so I can get dressed,' I said, expecting one response from him.

'You must be insane, Damien. I'm not leaving here till I see your ass,' Leo said, laughing out loud.

'Eww, gay!' I screamed out, laughing. He sure surpassed my expectations and even cringed me out on top of that.

I was soon done dressing. We were ready to leave when Leo pointed out something.

'Bro, why are we matching?' he asked with his hand on his waist, like a nagging wife. Well, he was nagging at the moment.

'I should be asking you that since you chose to wear my clothes. You can go and get them out because I am not removing mine,' I replied, leaving the room.

I smiled inwardly; Leo and I have always had a great friendship. He was the only one holding onto my sanity now.

I was in the car, starting up the ignition when Leo walked out in another suit.

I scoffed; the nerve of this guy to ransack my wardrobe. He wasn't even bothered. He walked towards the direction of the car and got in.

'I found an even better suit, Damien. You have many suits you haven't worn. Why then do you keep buying them, this fool?' Leo asked and smacked my head playfully.

'If I didn't get them, you wouldn't even see any clothes to wear,' I replied, smiling.

'If I can wear your underwear and return it for you to wear, I can wear your used suit,' he chipped in.

The smile on my face dried off immediately. I stopped the car and faced him. 'You did what?' I asked, wanting to be sure I heard him correctly.

'You heard me, Damy. I wore your boxers and returned them for you unwashed,' he said slowly for it to sink in. He knew what he was doing; he was intentionally pulling my leg.

'Well, that's not bad. I spat into the cup I used to bring tea for you at the office,' I said and restarted the car. I got him back so good because he froze immediately he heard that.

We got to the office, and we both left for our different offices. I know he was going to dispose of that cup. I didn't spit into the cup, but I had to say that to get back at him."