She was in the lavish bathroom, standing beneath the hot, soothing spray of the numerous shower heads. Her mind replayed the events leading up to Aleksander saving her as she sighed deeply and leaned her forehead against the cool tiles. She remembered the previous evening at the base of the hill, the night she believed her life was over. Her permanent transformation into a werewolf was the outcome of the moment she had feared. She had excruciating pain in her hand, face, and entire body. She understood she was now experiencing what others call lycanthropy, or the power to shift into a werewolf. It was agonizing and slow, lasting more than five hours, and felt almost like torture. Soon she resembled no more than a ravenous wild animal that ate anything it could get her hands on. Izabella tightly closed her eyes in response to the ferocity she never knew she was capable of. She could not accept the change in her appearance as she behaved like a rabid animal. Two men later discovere

Even though the morning sun had already touched her moist skin, her mind was still floating, engrossed in another realm of space and time. Her weary muscles from her nightmare experience, during which she sprinted obstinately through the forest to save her life, seemed soothed by the sound of the water lapping. She then tried to organize her hazy thoughts. Her eyes were also fixed on her best buddy and Aleksander while conversing. They were around her as she sat on the long beach chair with a big umbrella as they stood by the bayside. She still couldn't believe the fate she had chosen until that point, even if they had agreed to have a church wedding two days prior. Her father insisted on it even though he knew the bridegroom was an alien. That is, in fact, my father, she mused. Her father believes that, while having a different beginning, space is not distinct from the planet Earth. She was also accustomed to having a broad perspective of the various creatures that inhabit the eart

She sighed with sadness and was about to turn back when she heard that strange voice talking to his father, so she faced the door again. "Dr. Theodore Jansen?" "Yes? May I know who our guest is?" Izabella noticed that the eyes of a very tall, strangely dressed man with a rank logo on their chest like a soldier were looking at her, and his father turned to where she was standing. "Your daughter?" The man asked. "Yes, my only daughter," Dr. Theodore respectfully responded. "Anything I can do for you?" "We would like to invite you to come with us." "I'm sorry, gentleman, but some other time. I have an important meeting today." Instead of answering, a bluish beam appeared on the forehead of the man her father was talking to. Izabella screamed as her father swayed like a lifeless vegetable. She ran closer when she noticed their two uninvited guests were looking at each other. "What did you do to my father?" She asked. Instead of answering, she was picked up by one, and be

She felt dizzy when she noticed the alien's claws extending and becoming more acute. Even though she wanted to move or talk, she restrained herself as he drew a sharp nail in the center of his palm. His palm was wounded, and blue blood gushed from the incision, soaking into her wound. He knelt next to her injury, and their faces met as he did. Izabella could not speak and was forced to look at the hollow of his neck the entire time. She made herself swallow as he backed off gradually. When nearby animals started to growl, it stopped them both. He said, "Wolves are coming. We have to leave immediately. Hold onto my neck, and I will raise you before the wolves eat us." She put her hand around the alien's neck, and their eyes connected. Her weight did not affect his substantial muscular body built as he stood up and carried her. They eventually disappeared from that location. They led to the spacecraft's front, which was completely disassembled. She turned to face the alien right awa

"Ah. That was just for testing," he explained. "I started building an invisible spaceship and was informed they'll do the test. That's why I wanted to return to the penthouse to check its progress." "Oh. I thought…" "I know what you were thinking, Iza. You think I'm going to finish what we've started…." She gave him a tongue out. Izabella woke up to a loud slap on her cheek. And she saw Camilla bent over at the edge of her bed. She quickly looked at her vacant side. Aleksander had already left. "Wake up!" "You have no manners, Camille. Do you know that? You keep coming into my room like you own the place," she answered coldly. "Because you're a usurper!" Camilla shouted at her. Izabella shook her head. "What did I steal from you? Are you talking about your stepbrother?" "Yes! He was mine before you. I dreamed of Aleksander being mine, so I can't allow him to end up with you." "I don't understand you. You own someone who wants another one..." "You must have seduced him. Aleks