CHAPTER 2: Awakening.

 Panting sounds could be heard as Nate woke up from his nightmare. "What kind of dream was that?" he said, getting up from his bed. His body was messed up, but his bed was an entirely different story; it was what one would describe as a white river of human body juice. Well, that is what one would say if they had not seen the person who produced the river. If what was on the bed was a river, then he himself is the walking body of a living ocean. Heading into his bathroom, he washed himself up since he couldn't sleep any longer and decided to take a little walk.

Loud breathing could be heard in a certain dark room. There was a woman lying down on the bed, breathing heavily, "NO, NO, NO! This can't be happening." She yelled in all desperation, frantically scattering her bed. She looked messed up, with a very dead look and a very pale complexion.

"I need to find him and kill him," she thought. 

Meanwhile, on the streets of Romania, wearing a black hoody, was Nate.

Oblivious to the fact that he just got a bounty on his back, that would be a later problem for his future self to solve.

Morning came, and Nate began to get ready for school. After a while, Nate could be seen walking over to school with baggy eyes. "I couldn't sleep at all last night." Nate said as he yawned. After about 30 minutes, he had finally arrived at school. Sadly for him, the universe had other plans for him. "Hey, wait up!" someone yelled, turning around Nate's face completely paled. This was not the person he was planning to meet at this point in time.

 Before he could react, the said person had already caught up. "What do you want, Ralph?" "Don't be like that, Nate; aren't I not your best friend?" Nate simply sighed.

Not bothering to let this so-called best friend spoil his morning. 

"By the way, Nate, why do you look so messed up, and what's with those eye bags, bro? You should really learn how to take care of yourself; now all the girls are going to be running from you."

"How was your date?" Nate asked Dodging Ralph's question, and obviously it went according to plan. "It went pretty well, and it was so romantic." "Hmm, good for you." [I wonder how someone can look so good but be this ignorant.] 

 Heading into the school building, it looked like both Nate and Ralph were late. Well, it's not like it was something new. Walking into their classes, the teacher's attention turned towards them. Taking a huge sigh, the teacher asked, "Nate Ralph, why are you late? You know what? Just head over to your seat. Just head over for detention after school."

"Pushing that aside, we have important guests today, so be at your best composure and please don't embarrass me," she said with a sigh. Classes began shortly after the teacher addressed them. 

But that was none of Nate's business; he's too tired to even listen, so he decided to take a nap, but that was a costly mistake.

 Nate woke up, finding himself in an empty space filled with darkness. 

[Is this the afterlife? I guess I died while sleeping in my next life. I will never sleep in class, he thought when suddenly two big, glowing eyes stared at him. [This is surely hell. Nate thought as fear gripped every being of his body, but aside from that, those were the most beautiful pair of eyes he had ever seen. Slowly, the darkness began to fade, and there stood a big NO, NO, NO. A great gigantic wolf lay; it had fur as white as snow, and its beauty looked like it was a god.

[OH! What is this? [Ha, ha, ha, it seems like the day has finally arrived, but it seems like you're weak; you need to get stronger.] The wolf's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

Excuse me, but I'm lost. What do you mean I need to get stronger? [I'm just an ordinary high school student, and also, what is this place?]

Ha, ha, ha, it seems like I'm still funny, no matter which form. You stupid me, are you okay? What kind of silly question is that? You are me, and I am you, and this place is your spiritual world, but since you have yet to fully develop it, it is still immature. Understand!]

Hmm, I think I get a general idea of the situation, so basically, I am a wolf-like creature, and you are my wolf version. Right?]

Something like that, but where you are wrong is the fact that you think that you are just a wolf-like creature. We are the creators of the race currently known as the werewolves. [It seems like you've actually forgotten who you are.]

Suddenly, the atmosphere around him became very heavy, and then the wolf's voice became very serious. I and you are one; we are of a prideful race at the beginning of the werewolf species, and we shall rise to get our revenge on the goddess who caused us pain. Now remember who you are, Lycaon. [AWAKEN!]