Revenge : His Mysterious Werecat

7 - Celeste's Bestfriend Lynzee

Lance POV

    After eating dinner with Celeste and her parents, I gave Celeste a hug and told her I needed to head home.  She seemed a little bummed that I was leaving, but I assured her that I would be back the next morning.

    Lynzee's house was on the way to my house, so I stopped by to give her some heads up about Celeste's amnesia.  The first thing that came out of my mouth when I saw Lynzee was, "Why didn't you visit Celeste at the hospital?"

    "I couldn't stand the thought of seeing her like that," Lynzee sheepishly admitted.

    "They didn't think she was going to come out of the coma, Lynzee.  You should have been there," I deadpanned.

    "I know, Lance.  I feel really bad about not going to see Celeste.  How is she doing?" Lynzee apologetically replied.

    "She seems to be okay, but she has amnesia," I nervously informed Lynzee.

    She looked down at the ground for a few seconds, then she warily asked, "Does she remember anything?"

    "Not really.  The only thing she seemed to remember was who I am.  She doesn't remember anything that's happened throughout her life, nor does she remember her own parents," I anxiously stated.

    "How can she remember you, but not her parents?" Lynzee curiously asked.

    I sighed before I answered, "I don't know.  It's downright weird.  Celeste isn't acting the same either.  It's like she is experiencing things for the first time.  You should have seen her stretching out.  Also, the way she reacted when she laid on her bed.  It was like she had never laid on her own bed before."

    "Hum, it must have something to do with the amnesia," she mumbled in response.

    "I just don't know what to think about everything.  She likes pink all of a sudden.  Celeste has always hated that color," I deadpanned.

    "Okay, Lance, I agree with you on that one.  That is just flat out weird," she warily stated.

    "I wanted to give you a little fair warning about what to expect the next time you see her," I anxiously informed Lynzee.

    "Thanks for the heads up.  When are you going to visit her again?" Lynzee curiously asked.

    "As soon as I get up in the morning.  I'm going to show her the border, since she can't remember anything," I quickly answered.

    "That's a good idea.  Stop by here on your way, and I will go with you.  Actually, I'm going to head over there now, but still stop by here on your way," she excitedly stated.

    "Okay.  I'll see you in the morning," I replied before I finished walking the remaining distance to my house.

Celeste POV

    After Lance left, I sat in the living room and watched the news with my new werecat parents.  Lance had only been gone for about twenty minutes, when there was a knock on the front door.  

    My dad was quick to stand up and answer the door, then a girl around my age walked into our cottage.  She had the prettiest blonde hair and the most vibrant violet eyes.  When she got closer, I noticed her scent smelled like honeydew and roses.  

    As soon as she was standing in front of me, she beamed a smile, as she peppily stated, "Hi, Celeste.  How are you feeling?"

    "I feel fine.  Who are you?" I curiously asked, since I had no clue who she was.

    The pretty blonde giggled before she enthusiastically chirped, "Celeste, I am your bestfriend.  My name is Lynzee Cheyenne.  Remember?"

    "I'm sorry, but I don't remember," I timidly responded, as I glanced down at my lap.

    Lynzee plopped down beside me, then she draped an arm over my shoulder and encouragingly stated, "It's okay, Celeste.  The memories will come back eventually, and if they don't, we will just have to make a whole bunch of new memories."

    I liked how positive she was being, and there was no stopping the smile that spread across my face.  I glanced over at her and sheepishly asked, "How long have we been friends?"

    "Our whole lives," she proudly stated with a wide smile.

    "Would you mind telling me the more important things that have happened?" I curiously asked.

    "I would love, too," she cheerfully exclaimed.

    I stood up and happily stated, "Let's go to my bedroom, so we aren't bothering my parents."

    Lynzee was quick to stand up and follow me to my bedroom, then we talked for a few hours about the different things we had done together.  It was obvious Lynzee and Celeste were close friends growing up, and I hoped that she would remain one of my closest friends.  I liked her bubbly personality.

    We stayed up most of the night, then we crashed around three in the morning.  Again, I only slept for a few hours, then I woke up full of energy and ready to explore the Midnight Pack's territory.  I stretched out my limbs and enjoyed it just as much as the last few times.

    Lynzee was still asleep, so I made my way to the bathroom across the hall and took a quick shower.  I felt gross after not taking a shower yesterday, and I noticed I was scrubbing my skin harder than usual.  I knew I was doing that because I was a werecat, but I still found it a little odd.

    When I was done with my shower, I wrapped a towel around my body, then I walked back to my bedroom.  I looked through the clothes that were hanging in the closet, and I immediately noticed almost every piece of clothing was either purple or white.  After a few minutes of looking, I settled on a dark purple sundress, that had pretty, shiny beads lining the top and waist of it.

    Once I was dressed, I carried my towel back to the bathroom and hung it up to dry, then I brushed the tangles out of my long, burgundy hair.  Even in it's wet state, I could still see the streaks of neon orange, and I loved how pretty it was.  

    When I was a werewolf, the other pups used to tease me about my hair being white.  They would insinuate that I was an old werewolf, or that I was close to dying, because my hair was so white and thin.

    As soon as I was done brushing the tangles out of my long hair, I walked back to my bedroom.  Lynzee was leisurely stretching out her limbs, and I could tell she had just awakened.  When she was done stretching, she flashed me a smile and groggily asked, "How did you sleep?"

    "Good.  You?" I immediately replied, while returning the smile.

    "Great," she peppily remarked, as she climbed off the bed.  

    "Are you hungry?" I curiously asked, since my stomach was already rumbling for food.

    "Always," she replied with a little giggle.

    We walked to the kitchen together, then we made cinnamon toast and ate it with a handful of grapes.  We washed our food down with some orange juice, then we cleaned up our mess.

    After we were done in the kitchen, we went outside and waited for Lance to join us.  I was glad when we didn't have to wait long.  Lance appeared in our sights after being outside for just over ten minutes.  As soon as he reached us, he looked straight at Lynzee and mumbled, "Thanks for letting me know I didn't need to stop by your house."

    "My bad," was all Lynzee said in response, as she nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders.

    Lance rolled his pretty ocean blue eyes at her, then he turned to me and cheerfully asked, "How are you doing today?"

    "I'm good.  Thanks for asking," I quickly replied while smiling at him.

    "Have any of your memories returned," he curiously asked.

    "Not yet.  I'm hoping that our walk around the border will stir up some memories," I sheepishly informed him.

    "That would be cool.  Are you both ready?" he eagerly asked.

    Simultaneously, we both answered, "Yep," in unison.

    Lance chuckled at us, then he happily stated, "Let's do this."

    As we walked around the border, I admired the sheer beauty of the Midnight Pack's territory.  Some areas looked like a regular forest, but the southern area looked more like a jungle.  I felt like I was walking through a rain forest with the dense shrubbery and the bright flowers.

    When we reached the west border, I recognized the forest right away.  It was the territory that belonged the Great Forest Pack that I was a member of when I was still a werewolf.  It was the territory where I had been teased and ridiculed because of my heart defect, and it was also where I was murdered by my own mate.

    I stood still and gazed into that forest, while my blood boiled with anger.  Remembering all of those horrible memories made me feel some kind of way, and I couldn't stop the tears that slipped from the corner of my eyes.

    Lance was quick to grab my hand and anxiously ask, "Celeste, what's wrong?  Why are you crying?"

    I quickly brushed the tears off my cheeks, then I straightened my back and replied, "I'm fine.  I don't know why I started crying.  I just know I am getting a weird vibe from that territory.  I think we should stay far away from this border."

    Lance eyed me suspiciously for a few seconds, then he shrugged his shoulders and stated, "Okay, Celeste.  We still away from this border, if that will make you feel better."

    "Definitely," Lynzee assured me with a smile.

    I gave them both a quick hug, then I asked, "Shall we continue?"

    Lance grabbed my hand, as he happily chirped, "Let's finish this tour, then we can all go take a nap.  I'm getting tired."

    It took close to another hour for us to finish our walk around the border, then we went back to my house.  As soon as we got there, my mum insisted we eat some lunch.  She made us tuna fish sandwiches with french fries, and I had never enjoyed tuna so much in my life.

    After we finished eating, Lance went back to his house.  Meanwhile, Lynzee and I sprinted to my bedroom, then we talked for a few minutes, before we both drifted to sleep.