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around her. Stephen wasn’t there. She quickly got up and looked around the room. It was clean as if nothing happened there last night.
     
    “Oh no, not again. This can’t be a dream.”
     
    She then noticed the marks of Stephen’s nails on her thighs. It wasn’t a dream. This time it was for real. Oh! he is such a gentleman! He even cleaned up so that her mother could not come to know about anything. She then noticed a small letter lying beside her bed on the stool. She picked it up and read:
     
    “ Sorry My Queen couldn’t stay for long. Love You. Stephen. ”
     
    The man’s got a class which she wanted from her companion.
     
    Jessi smiled and got up from her bed. She wore a gown and went out of her room. Mom was preparing coffee for herself.
     
    “Oh! Good morning dear. Ready for your first day in your dream job.”
     
    “Yeah” she said, smilingly.
     
    “What is it, dear? Did you see that dream again?” Her mother could sense a hint of sadness on her face and in her voice.
     
    "Mom!" she started crying, "I'm so confused. Things are so messed up. Why am I having such a situation in my life?"
     
    Her mother was confused as to what she was talking about, dreading something negative was about to happen.
     
    "What is it, dear?" she asked while trying to console her.
     
    "Mom, those dreams. I told you how much pleasure they give me and to seek that pleasure in real life, I've been with a lot of boys."
     
    "Yes, but no one could match that feeling. What has happened now, sweetheart? I have told you earlier too that when the time is right everything will fall into place.”
     
    "No one until now. Remember the Poachers guy who interrogated me over the Wayne case?"
     
    "That Summers guy. Is it him? he seems like a nice guy. What is making you cry in that?"
     
    "That’s what the real problem is mom. Last night I slept with an actual werewolf."
     
    Jessi's mom couldn't believe her ears. She thought she had heard something else.
     
    "A wer-Werewolf??"
     
    "Yes."
     
    Mrs. Perkins collapsed on the ground. Jessi ran to her and made her sit on the sofa. She gained consciousness a few minutes later, when Jessi sprinkled some drops of water on her face.
     
    "Mom, you okay?"
     
    "No, dear, I'm not" Both anger and concern brimmed in her eyes. She wanted to tell Jessi to stop and not get carried away.
     
    "Please tell me Mom, what is it? Tell me the truth."
     
    "Can I have some water first?"
     
    Jessi gave her a glass of water. She drank it immediately and then took a deep breath. She had to gather herself together to tell Jessi, what she was going to say.
     
    "Jessi, you remember I told you about you being adopted?"
     
    "Yeah, you found me at your door steps."
     
    "Actually, No" she said in a deep voice, "I found you near the woods. You were lying under a tree and crying loudly. In your wolf form."
     
    "Wolf Form?" Jessi asked with surprise rise in her voice.
     
    "Yeah, my child, you're a werewolf. There was a war between the Poachers and wolves when I found you. I believe your parents wanted to save you. That’s why they left this note with you."
     
    “I did not know what to do and I really wanted to help. I understood that you are an innocent child of god and I did not want you to get hurt. You looked so innocent and lovable then.”
     
    Mom handed her with a note, on which it was written in blood "PLEASE KEEP HER AWAY FROM WOLVES.”

Chapter 8
    Today was the busiest morning for Teresa. Stephen was already up and he wanted the house to be clean and pleasant for Jessi.
     
    “Oh! What are you doing?” she scolded a wolf wiping the floor, “don’t leave the floor wet, someone can slip on it.” He was moving to and fro in the house, inspecting everything.
     
    The wolf grunted and again started wiping the floors.
     
    “Are the flowers ready Teresa?” asked excited Stephen.
     
    “Yes, sir, blue roses as you asked.”
     
    “Yeah, she’d like them. They all like it.”
     
    “Yeah