The Emerson's were one of the founders of Frostford. My lips parted in shock, and I turned away from the bed to adjust to the information I had just found out. It made a lot more sense to why King Emerson received a special treatment from the mayor and the rest of the people at the town.

Beatrice continued reading the article, but it came to an end soon. Disappointment spread over her face as she couldn't find any more information about the town or the founders.

"I wanted to get the names of which Emerson's had founded the town, but I can't find anything on here." She pouted before closing her laptop and standing back up from my bed.

"Whoever founded the town is pretty much dead at this point, Beatrice." I said, shaking my head and pressing my fingers at the crook of my nose.

Unless they weren't dead.

For a moment, I was freed of worried thoughts but the next minute, I was wondering if werewolves were immortal, if immortality was something, if I was an immortal. King didn't go in that many details about the curse he had given me.

But I wondered.

"I know, I know," She sighed, "But it would be great help for my assignment if I learned who were the true founders of Frostford." She was curious and she wasn't going to stop. "This information isn't even available for public knowledge. Is there a local library here, nearby?" She swirled around, her eyes full of life and questions.

I didn't know if I had to be a good friend and help her or if I had to ignore her assignment and move on with the week without informing her about anything.

"There is one, it's a few minutes away. I'll drop you there early in the morning." I breathed out. The local library was large, in fact, it was the only library in the town and the books there were dated, kept well along with documents and periodicals.

Beatrice could dip her hands into them and find everything for her article, only if she could access all that.

"Oh, that's great!"

Soon after, Beatrice left my room and in just a few minutes, I heard her snores from afar. She was asleep, at last. I laid on my bed, trying to find sleep, hoping it would wash over me and pull me awake tomorrow morning.

Things weren't going right. Things were getting messed up more.

There was so much I wanted to know, for my own sake. I was afraid from the reality, the animal I had turned into and the curse I had to live with for the rest of my life.

How was I ever going to tell Aunt Carol? That's right, I wasn't. I couldn't tell her or anyone else. Telling anyone close to me meant forcing them out of my life.

Rays of sunshine bathed over me. Familiar voices and chatter rang in my head before I woke up and yawned. From a distance, I could hear Aunt Carol talking to Beatrice. I could hear their every word even when they were sitting downstairs and the door to my room was shut closed.

Today smelled like as warmth and affection. The air was full of love, cheer, and a new life. It was a different morning than usual as Beatrice was here. It was the first time in a very long time we had someone over our house, someone we knew, someone from our past.

Her female, soft voice reminded me of the days she would stay over the nights as children. We would wake up in the morning and my mother would cook breakfast before letting us go to school. Somehow, Beatrice always woke up earlier than me and sat with my mother for a good twenty minutes before my father could drag me awake.

"Good morning!" Beatrice waved her hand as I headed to the fridge to grab some fresh yogurt.

"Morning. You're up early?" I asked, returning to the table.

"You know I'm an early bird." She smiled, her face glowing underneath the morning sunshine.

I smiled back at her and placed my yogurt over the table. My phone buzzed and my attention diverted straight there. I picked up and read the little message by King.

Finished up with the meetings. Will be landing in Frostford by 5. Wish to see you soon.

The grin over my face grew wider. Blood rushed up to my cheeks and I cheered a little bit from within before placing the phone back on the table and continuing with my breakfast.

"A message from a lover..." Beatrice trailed off.

I gave her a death stare and she understood. It was too quick to mention King or my dating life to Aunt Carol. She didn't exactly have good feeling about King or the lost Emerson's, and I understood. Until I wasn't sure about it all myself, I didn't want anyone else to know, especially not Carol.

After finishing up breakfast, I took Beatrice to the local library as promised and she invited one of her friends from the group that came along with her. Just to keep an eye out, I stayed with her for as long as I could.

Just an hour in, there were a dozen books scattered on the wooden table, several cups of coffee and a chewed ham sandwich resting nearby Beatrice.

"There is so much going on in here. This town surely has a great history but all of it is unknown, even to its townspeople which makes this all just a bit more suspicious." Hazel, the group friend, said in her thick accent. She spoke slow but loudly, her every word trying to mean something while her hands moved.

My head throbbed.

What was I doing here again?

"As far as I can take in, the town was long founded before the founding day, but it was kept as a secret due to some reasons. An evacuation took place almost seven years ago and since then, things have been different here." Beatrice said.

I scratched the back of my head and asked, "Like what?"

She poked out one finger from her fist and answered, "Like the changes in the town—there was some construction that took place after the evacuation which destroyed a few old buildings and sites." Another finger was pushed out in the air. "The disappearance of the Emerson's," And another one. "There were safety concerns before by the townspeople who then complained being in 'risk at the night'."

I placed my hand over the old newspaper she had being going through and pulled it to myself. The newspaper was dated eight years ago where an article was published about the safety of the townspeople and the numerous attacks that took place in the year.

Attacks by a wolf.

A group of wolves.

I thought it was kept a secret. I thought many people didn't know about it.

Random deaths. Blood. Bites. Claw marks. Sacrifices. Rituals. Cult. Cult leaders.

This was just getting worse and worse as I continued to read.