The Night Wolf novel Chapter 34

While walking towards the door, she came across the vanity with a huge mirror against the wall. She looked in the mirror to find herself staring back at her. Her red hair was tied in a braid, her face was cleaned off of the make up she had last applied. She noticed her hands-gasping, she looked down at her hands which were tied up around the wrist. She had assumed that after Hunter's tight hold, it would swell, but thankfully it did not, but for it to be tied meant that it had probably bruised since it did kind of feel stiff.

She recalled what had happened at the party the day before. After meeting Hunter she had come across a crying Carrie Bermann and ended up drinking. She concentrated on the next part. When she went back in, she saw Rowan and Lana. Then Michael. After that Roman had called her his girlfriend in front of Lana.

Willow felt her cheeks heat up. She was embarrassed at herself for having this reaction since he didn't even mean it. But she was glad that Rowan started talking to her. But now that she was sober she wouldn't let him off easily. She can be as petty as she wants, Rowan will be getting it.

They had almost kissed when they got back home, her cheeks cooled down but then she remembered the next thing. Dread settled in her. She couldn't believe what had happened the night before. Was that a prank? It must have had been.

But how could he get thirty or so wolves and fight them. No one can do that and if he did get thirty wolves, then they must be trained ones, but then again, who has the courage to hit friendly little-maybe not little wolves, they were after all, huge.

While he's at it, why would he even bother putting on fangs? That too realistic ones. Willow had once seen them on Wish, so she was sure that is where he must have gotten it from. Or maybe he got them from a high end costume store.

But after all these thought she could still not understand why he would do what he did. Was he actually a kung fu master? Or was he pulling a prank on her? Or is he actually a vampire?

Willow felt absurd at the last thought. But then she concluded that she should get out of her first, and then decide what Rowan was.

She opened the door, thankfully it was open. So she could scratch her second theory out. If she was kidnapped, she would have probably be confined in the room.

Willow walked out on her bare feet, but it didn't matter, since the whole floor was covered in a mat. She looked at both the sides of the long hallway and went with right, since there seems to be a dead end on her left.

As willow walked down the hallways she noticed the portraits hung up on the walls, they were pretty landscapes, and some were family portraits, but she felt sad that she couldn't spend time viewing them.

She walked as fast as she could, without running. Her slip moved like water on her skin, she felt like she was in heaven wearing it, but the fact that it fell mid thigh bought her back to the earth, since she couldn't run in them, in order to avoid flashing something, that is not supposed to be flashed. Ahem.

Why?

Because it's not every day that you transmigrate. As the saying goes 'YOLO'!

Willow paused when a thought occurred. Was she dead? If so she should believe in 'YOLT' which stands for 'You only live twice'.

Willow shook her head. She shouldn't be happy when she just died. Should she mourn for herself? But what of her life back home? Would anyone miss her? There was her mother and Melody and Rowan-the vampire, or maybe not. She wasn't sure what part was reality and what was not. The night before felt too real to be a dream and too absurd to be real.

Willow picked the jug from the table and poured a glass of water for herself. She gulped it down. She was quite thirsty. Looked like transmigrating took a lot of energy.