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But before I can fully tip over the edge, the room’s atmosphere shifts. The door has opened, and in walks Professor Maddox, followed closely by Lars. My heart lurches in my chest as I see them, but what comes next sends me into a whirlwind of shock and horror.
What the hell is going on?
Walking alongside Lars is none other than Vaughn, the man I left at the altar. My worst nightmare has come to life right before my eyes. The sight of him, tall and striking as ever, makes my knees weak, and a feeling of dread washes over me.
I can’t believe he’s here, in this inexplicable situation, after all these months of silence and avoidance. The emotions that well up inside me are a chaotic mix of anger, guilt, and a deep longing that I thought I had buried.
“I asked you a question,” Maddox bursts out, anger lacing his tone once more. “I said, what the fuck is going on here? I asked you to watch Mahalia, not… this.”
“We’re just having fun.” Kit rises to his feet with his usual arrogance rolling off of him in waves. “I don’t know why you’re acting all weird about it. It means nothing.”
Means nothing? I don’t know what I thought it meant, but this is a bit of a stab in the chest. Maddox narrows his eyes at Kit and I can see the rage rolling off him in waves.
“I can’t believe you. Kit. I thought you could be trusted…”
While they continue arguing, I exchange bewildered looks with Vaughn. I can see he’s really struggling to process all of this. I don’t know what he’s going to do. What I’m not expecting is for him to lunge forward with a red mist descending over his eyes.
“Whoa, no!” Lars, swift and determined, manages to hold Vaughn back, but it’s a futile effort. The fight continues, but not with Vaughn. Before my very eyes, the unexpected happens, shattering my understanding of reality. My professor, the reserved and enigmatic Maddox, undergoes a transformation that defies belief.
The world around me blurs into a surreal mix of fear and disbelief as I witness the impossible. Maddox shifts into a magnificent wolf, his form towering and powerful, something I didn’t even know was possible. It’s a scene straight out of a fantastical nightmare.
In shock, I lean back in this chair that I’m still stupidly tied to, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. My mind struggles to process what I’m seeing. How can this be real? Werewolves, mythical creatures I thought only existed in folklore and legends, are now a horrifying reality. This day has been insane. The wildest night I have ever experienced. Maybe none of this is real and I’m actually just dreaming…
My gaze darts between Maddox in his towering wolf form and Kit, who remains in his human shape. They exchange intense glares, the tension between them palpable. The atmosphere crackles with an electrifying energy, and it’s clear that they are locked in some kind of battle.
Kit’s expression is a mixture of determination and wariness, as if he knows exactly what’s happening. It’s a stark contrast to my own confusion and fear. He takes a cautious step forward, keeping a safe distance from the massive wolf that was once my professor.
Kit raises his hands in a placating gesture, his gaze never leaving the formidable wolf. “Easy, Maddox,” he says in a calm, soothing voice, as if trying to reason with the creature before him. “We don’t have to do this.”
But Maddox’s response is a fierce snarl, his yellow eyes locked onto Kit with an unyielding intensity. It’s clear that there’s more to this confrontation than meets the eye, and I’m caught in the crossfire, a bewildered witness to a world I never knew existed.
The room fills with the sounds of growls and snarls as he pins Kit to the ground, powerful and unyielding.
Kit struggles beneath the weight of Maddox’s monstrous form, unable to break free from the grip of the beastly professor. The room is filled with a tense and eerie silence, broken only by the primal sounds of the struggle unfolding before me.
Everything I thought I knew about the world has been turned upside down in an instant. The boundaries between myth and reality have blurred, leaving me to grapple with a new and terrifying truth about the supernatural world that has suddenly become my reality.
As I watch this surreal scene play out, I can’t help but wonder what other secrets and mysteries await me in this enigmatic world of wolves and transformations.
A wave of shock washes over me, and I realize I’ve reached my limit for boundary-pushing changes today. The surreal events unfolding before my eyes have stretched the limits of my comprehension, and I can’t take any more shocks.
This isn’t a dream, unfortunately, but that doesn’t mean I can understand it.
In self-preservation, I allow a familiar sensation to wash over me—a gentle hit of disassociation. It’s a coping mechanism I’ve honed over the years to protect my emotions from overflowing like a leak in the Hoover Dam. This way, at least, I can maintain some semblance of composure.
As I let the disassociation take its soothing hold, it doesn’t startle me quite as badly when Kit, in a sudden and bewildering transformation, morphs into a beast as well. My emotions remain shielded behind a veil of detachment as I watch the bizarre spectacle unfold.
Kit, now transformed into a creature akin to Professor Mad Wolf, slinks out of the room. His movements are feral, and it’s clear that he’s no longer the same person I once knew. Professor Maddox follows him closely, growling and snarling in pursuit.
The room is left in a state of eerie silence, the tension dissipating with Kit’s departure. I’m left sitting there, disassociated and emotionally distant, trying to make sense of the impossible reality I’ve been thrust into.
As the dust settles in the room, it becomes apparent that it’s just me, Lars, and the last person I want to be alone with after I hurt him so badly. Vaughn. The tension hangs heavy in the air, and I can feel my heart racing, my nerves on edge.
But even in this uncomfortable silence, Lars, ever the charmer, decides to break it with his usual devil-may-care attitude. He flashes me a double-finger gun and a wink, a gesture that’s become all too familiar over the years.
“Looks like I was lying about that year-long break from me after all,” he quips, his tone light and playful. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he drops another bombshell. “I’ll just leave the happy bride and the groom alone to talk.”
The words hit me like a freight train, and my anger flares up like an uncontrollable wildfire. Lars, the absolute coward, is leaving me alone with Vaughn, the source of so much pain and confusion in my life. It’s the worst possible scenario.
