ROSE The superstar shot up from his seat, his eyes boiling with rage. “I DID NOT BEG YOU TO STAY.” “Really?” I pretended to clear my ear with my pinky. “Gosh, I swear I heard someone begging for me to stay because he wanted to keep his wolf a secret.” “You little bitch.” He took a step forward, gritting his teeth. “I was right—you’re just the same as all those women who threw themselves at me in exchange for favours.” I was in no mood to explain myself. Frankly, I’m starting to hate him, now that I’ve seen what a person he really is. The Rum that I used to know will forever stay in my heart; this man—or wolf—standing before me will never be half of that kind and peace-loving Rum. PHWOOP!! The monstrous wolf stood before me, glaring and flaring its fangs. It took a step towards me and I crashed to the floor in fright. I opened my mouth to scream out my fears when I recalled Rum’s warning, and both hands bolted up to clamp my mouth. Rum/It lifted his/its right front paw and
ROSE “Do not fall in love with me,” the deep silky voice said. I halted and looked up in surprise. Do I tell him that I’ve been a huge fan since his first album? Does that count as being in love with him? I mean, I have dreamt many times of marrying him and having his kids. A snap of fingers burst my thought bubbles. I focused ahead and found the incredibly handsome face in a vexed look. “What the hell’s wrong with you?” He analysed my face for a second and his expression turned hostile. “Don’t tell me you’re already in love with me.” I coughed and laughed at the notion, condemning it. “I may be a fan of your work, but I’m definitely not in love with… .” I waved my fingers in disgust at him. “You.” Immediately, the superstar sensitivities seized him. “What the hell’s wrong with me?” I gulped and forced a sweet smile. “I love you as long as you’re my boss.” “Fuck you,” he growled with a scowl. “Shouldn’t you be happy that I’m not the least bit interested in you, romantic
ROSE We were in the elevator moving down to the basement parking lot. And the atmosphere is super… awkward. A while ago, Rum was sprawled across the couch, absorbed in his phone, his thumbs attacking the screen like two ninjas when I returned to the living room all freshened up and changed, and ready to set off. I thought it would be rude to assume that he was ready, so I asked if he needed to get changed. It was then he looked up and saw me. At first, he looked like a deer in headlights. Then, he looked as though I had leaked his secret and started berating at me. He first called me a sloth, to which I retorted that I was gone for only twenty minutes, a quarter of the usual bathroom time for all the women he had hooked up with. Then, as he threw me his bag (which I assumed he wanted me to carry for him) he called me a blind bat for failing to see that he had a shower and a change of clothes whilst I slept like a fucking log, to which I argued that a fucking log isn’t a telep
ROSE The photoshoot proceeded smoothly. Lux Park is the largest park in the U.R.T.. Its gardens are as flourished and charming as London’s Hyde Park and its lake is as huge and magical in the evening as the one at Central Park in the States. Dad used to bring me here for walks in the evenings; some weeks, even on Sunday mornings after church. Mum would join us over weekends since she was a school teacher. But since they passed, I stopped coming. I was observing the lake, admiring the clear, shifting waters of turquoise, when the photographer requested to move the set up to the rose bushes nearby. Immediately, the staff sprang alive while I ran up to Rum who was moving back to his seat. I held up a bottle of water to him and he downed it hungrily. Then, I turned on the portable fan and pointed it at him. He removed the bottle from his lips and swallowed with a heavy exhale, then stared at me. “Are you a vulture? Stop staring at the staff!” He lowered his voice and scolded, “
RUM I held down the dumbass’s head so low that Rose couldn’t see—and hear—him. Then I hissed angrily, “I don’t want her to know my name, goddamn it!” “Oh… now I get it.” “Just call me ‘Rum’.” “What in deity’s name is that?” asked the buffoon. “IT DOESN’T MATTER, FOR GOD’S SAKE!” It was then, the big friendly giant frowned with disapproval. “You’re defying the Goddess, Kee. You don’t even talk about her anymore. ‘For God’s sake’? We only believe in one Goddess and that’s the—.” I stopped him before he said her name. “It’s just a fucking metaphor. Give it up.” I released him. “And don’t come here because of some stupid dream.” “So we’re not whispering anymore?” The giant scratched his head. ***** ROSE “Yeah.” I found myself interrupting again, irritated at being left out. “Are you guys not whispering anymore?” I glared at Rum. And he shot a cautioning finger at me. “I’m still your boss.” I looked away in a defeated scowl as Rum interrogated his peer once more. “S
ROSE The superstar brisk-walked to the kitchen and I was hot on his trail. "Come on, Rum. Tell me, what is 'sling dash'?" He grabbed a glass from the shelf, glanced at me and groaned in surrender, “Urgh! It’s a sport. We played it back home.” The glass was slammed frustratingly on the counter, signalling his unwillingness to continue with the topic. But I was immersed in the thrill of discovering a new world and couldn’t stop. “What’s it like?” A jug of water in his hands, he closed his eyes to mentally count to ten and breathed, “It’s hard to explain.” Then, he opened his eyes and poured water into his glass. Abruptly, he snapped, “And it’s not important for my fucking allergy, so I’m not answering.” I pouted at the counter top. Humph! I’ll find it out on my own then. Erasmo did say that the others are coming for Rum—that means I can meet more werewolves! I looked up and he appeared startled and looked away. Puzzled, I asked, “What’s wrong? Something on my face?” “No,” he
RUM I threw the guitar back on the armchair and rushed to her side. “Let go of him!” Rose was clawing the air. “NO!” “Rose!” I shook her arm. “Hey… wake up.” But she continued tossing and turning, as though she was struggling to get free from someone pinning her down. Worried, I pressed a button on a remote controller and white lights flooded the room. And then I saw her kicking about. Quickly, I shook her arm harder. “Rose, wake up.” Her eyes flew open and she jolted upright. “A-Are you alright?” I asked, genuinely concerned. She turned to me in shock then threw her arms around me. “Rum!” “Y-Yes!” “They were going to take you away! An army of them!” She sobbed, clutching me tightly as she started muttering incoherently. “Erasmo was leading them… there were a thousand… no, a hundred thousand werewolves…,” she hiccuped and continued blabbering, “And they cuffed you up… and locked you in chains….” I unwound her arms and nudged her back. Then, I cradled her soft cheek
ROSE I hit a bed of sand. “Ooph!” Fuck, it hurts! I curled into my usual foetal form to ingest the pain as a mesh of vicious grunting and growling rumbled not far from where I am. Rum! They’re ganging up on him! Worried sick, I pushed myself up, wincing in pain, and searched frantically for the giant, black wolf. Then I saw him fighting off the grey wolf—he jumped from the swings to the see-saw and then swiped his claws at the back of the grey fur animal, who then backed away in pain. The dark brown wolf appeared out of nowhere and jumped onto Rum—. “Rum, look out!” I screamed in worry. And Rum shook her off in one violent swing, then threw his hind legs at the attacker and shoved her hard at the steel pole of the swings, and she grunted in pain. But before Rum recovered, the grey wolf pounced on to him once more. “Look at what we have here?” I turned to the voice and gasped in horror. Niro was moving towards me, his yellow eyes boring through my face as the ugly