Chapter 10
Eliana Adler's POV

I wake suddenly, my eyes take in every ray of light. The blanket was warm under my skin. Stretching my sore body, I turn my head to examine my surroundings. My vision was still blurry, but I saw this vague figure standing over me. I felt weak and confused, and rather frightened. Something strange had happened to me but I didn't know what. I have no sense of time or place until I'm finally alert, I try to remember what was the last thing I was doing. It takes me a few seconds to reconstruct the past to the present; then I remember the moments before the blackness overtakes me. Then I realise the person standing over me was Zachary.
I straighten up with a jump, I could see this reddish brown aura all around Zachary. It looked like....a wolf. It was beautiful, what is it?

"What is it around you? This fiery aura is all over you, it looks like a wolf" I asked. But suddenly it vanished and I couldn't see it anymore. Where did it go?

"I am a werewolf, now you can see every creature's true form. You need hell lot of a practice to control that" he replied. Werewolf? I wouldn't have believed that but what I saw in this past few days, I am ready to believe anything.

"Wait! That day when I was in the forest. I saw this black wolf, it was a werewolf right? Was it you?" I asked in curiousity. The black wolf was hella creepy and it's bared teeth looked dangerous.

"No, my wolf is reddish brown same as the aura. I was the one who saved you from him" he said. Then I remember, the black wolf seemed angry, another wolf jumped in to stop it from tearing me apart. So it was Zachary, he saved my life.

"Why did he wanted to hurt me?" I asked. Zachary seemed a little sad.

"He is my brother, he is affected by this virus which only affects werewolves. This virus is turning us rabid and then after someday we die, the prophecy said, you are the only one who can stop it" he replied. So that's why the werewolves are turning rabid. But how can I stop it? I have no freaking clue. I am practically new at this 'saving the wolves' thing.

"How is your brother holding up?" I asked. I don't know how to react to sad news, I act more awkwardly. I am also worst at comforting people, specially when someone cry in front of me.

"He is an Alpha, he cannot be killed so easily. But his health is deteriorating and some of our friends are dead" he said. Alpha? All those werewolves movies and series are now going to come in handy. Then I realised something, my eyes! I could see everything properly.

"Wait! How can I see everything? You sliced through my eyes, with a knife" I said hurriedly, my heart still beating fast. I could see everything, I should be blind.

"It's a gift you got, actually it's in your blood. Your grandfather was also a seer, he activated his power, accidentally" he said and settle down beside me on the bed.

"My grandfather? Gramps?" I asked. He would have told me something, he would never lie to me.

"Not your Gramps. Only a Whitlock can be a seer. Your grandfather from your father side" he said politely and softly. Oh! Well grandpa Harold died long time ago, I was too young and I was not even that close to them.

"So you knew my grandpa? And how did you even know about this seer thing?" I asked. It was weird, I could sometimes see his aura and sometimes it vanishes. He is right, I need practice to control this thing. I realised I was staring at Zachary like a maniac, I quickly diverted my gaze. My cheeks turned red in embarrassment, I hope he didn't noticed that.

"You seers are quite the celebrities among the supernatural beings. They are very rare and some are not even compatible, like your father" he said calmly, looking straight into my eyes. Good to know that I am famous for something, this is not crazy at all.

"What you mean? My father cannot be a seer?" I asked furrowing my eyebrows.

"He can technically. But it's good with young people more, otherwise there is a good chance of you dying or loosing your sight forever" he said in a serious tone. Okay, that sounds scary and I don't want my father to be in some kind of supernatural trouble.

"How young?" I asked.

"Between 8 to 35 years" he replied. My father is 40 years old, he is way out of league. Though 40 is not that old, but according to this, he didn't pass the age test.

"Does that mean my brother was also a seer?" I asked with a sad tone.

"Yes, I am sorry for your loss" he said in a consolidating voice.

"It's ok" my heart ache thinking about Ryder, all of his memories flash through my eyes every single time his name comes to my mind. I miss him, I hope he knows how sorry I am and that I was not the real culprit.

"So how did we kill this skin-walker?" I asked with a confused look.

"Killing is the later option, first you have to identify, who is the skin-walker? Cause it can be anyone, even your closest friend" he said. Yeah, if it can clone anyone then he could be anyone and anywhere.

"How to identify?" I asked.

"Humans don't release aura, only supernatural beings does. A skin-walker on the other hand, is completely void" he replied. Great, I have to keep an eye on the void looking human being. Sounds very difficult.

"Eliana!" I heard my Nan's voice from downstairs. She was coming upstairs.

"I should go" he walk towards the window and pause for a moment, he put his hand in his overcoat, in search of something. Quickly he took out a creepy looking, 3ft rug doll. It eyes and mouth were stitched together. What the hell is this? How many things does he carry in his overcoat? It has to be some kind of magical pocket.

"It's a magical voodoo doll, practice your power with this. It's also completely void" after saying all those things hurriedly, he vanished into the thin air. He could try in Olympics, he would definitely win. Soon enough I heard two knocks on the door. I quickly hide the doll behind me. The door opened with a creaking noise. Nan looked worried, she was holding a tray with a bowl on it. She walk towards me and put down the tray beside my bed.

"Are you feeling okay now? Is your headache alright? You must be feeling awful after coming from the memorial, you can tell me anything, I am here for you" she asked. I am feeling alright. When did I told her that I was having a headache? I try to remember, but I haven't said anything about headaches. Then I realised the plausible reason, that is Zachary. When I was unconscious maybe he used his mimicry to sound like me and told Nan about this headaches and all. Thankfully he didn't said anything weird or awkward.

"Yeah I am feeling a little better now, it's ok, I'll be fine" I said with a smile.

"I made some chicken soup for you, you'll feel amazing after having this" she replied with enthusiasm.

"Okay, I have lots of homeworks to do. Can you please let me be alone for sometime?" I asked.

"Of course, take some rest first" after saying that she walked out of the room, humming a song. I took out the doll and look at it's features properly. For some reason, everytime I look into it's eyes, it raise the hair on my skin. Okay, I can do this. I took a deep breath and stare at the doll with full concentration and a intense look. It seems inappropriate for me to stare at it like that. For a doll, it feels pretty heavy in weight, maybe because it's magical. I have to control this seer thing, I look at the doll with intense wide eyes.

/After 2 hours/

Oh my god stop! I tried to jump but still couldn't catch it. Thankfully I closed the window on time. Can't believe that thing hit me like that. I was staring at the doll for something to happen but then I got frustrated and I throw the doll, while swearing. To my surprise it jumped at me and hit me like a flying pan. Now it's still flying, I guess I made it angry. Zachary didn't told me this thing is alive.

"Okay I am sorry, you happy now" I said. Suddenly it stopped flying and falls down on the ground. Great! All it needed was a sorry. I quickly grab it and softly settle it down on my pillow. I sighed and settle down beside it, I am exhausted. Suddenly my phone started ringing, I check the name, it was a call from Joshua. I pick it up.

Joshua: SEE SAMUEL'S PROFILE, HE CAME LIVE AND HE IS CONFESSING!

After saying that he quickly hung up the call. He could have texted me too. If Samuel is confessing then it might not be him. I open Samuel's Facenote profile and search for his live. More than one thousand of people were watching it. His under eyes were red and he looked more pale than usual. He was holding a knife too. He laughed like a maniac and tell everyone how he sliced through Nina's delicate body and twisted her arms and feets. He gave every little detail of that incident, his face lights up with joy. I could hear loud police siren behind him. Suddenly for a very few second I saw this void, more like darkness inside of him. It was the skin-walker, no doubt in that. That thing is going to turn back again and the real Samuel will be in trouble. That knife had dried blood on it. If the police match the fingerprints and the blood it will match with the victim amd Samuel, which means a huge evidence to throw him behind the bar. Only if I could do something but right now I am useless. The skin-walker end the live, leaving thousands of people in doubt, suspicion and scared. I had this uneasy feeling in me. I stare at the clock, tick-tock, time is moving fast.

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