Chapter 10: Questions and answers

I was sitting down with Mr Parker in his living room. We had left his late wifes' room about thirty minutes ago and I hadn't left his house since then because I had many questions to ask.
He had offered me home-made doughnuts and yoghurt, but I rejected them because that wasn't my purpose of coming here.
Mr Parker sat in his living room on the largest leather chair, and I sat opposite him in the smallest one. He continuously drank tiny sips of the water he took from his refrigerator as I thought of what questions to ask first.
"I want to ask a stupid question!" I suddenly said.
Mr Parker suddenly looked at my face and chucked before he said, "Go on."
I sighed before I asked the question, which I knew was a very foolish thing to ask and Mr Parker might hate me for life if the question didn't go well with him.
"Weren't you scared about the possibility of your wife hurting you when you knew she could turn into a wolf and before you walked with her through the aisle to marry her?" I asked. "Or she acted all nice from the start and you thought you could spend the rest of your life with her?"
Mr Parker's expression got hard when he heard the question, to the extent that I feared that he'd chase me out of his house and stop being there when I needed his help to solve some difficulties in my life.
"I'm sorry." I said, lowering my head to the ground. "You don't have to answer it if you don't want to. Like I said, it was a stupid…"
"I genuinely loved her and I never once thought or imagined about the possibility of her hurting me." Mr Parker interrupted. "We always fought, I won't deny that. But there's never a union without issues. You'd be experiencing a fake love if you and your spouse never quarrelled once!"
I nodded my head silently as I listened to the talks of Mr Parker. He seemed to be a man who had seen much of life even though he was only in his early fifties.
"And to answer your second question, my wife didn't act all nice from the first time I saw her." Mr Parker said as he chuckled as a result of reminisce.
"The first time I met her was at a musical concert held in remembrance of John Lennon." Mr Parker said. "The first lady I ever loved played with my heart and broke up with me and after that, I made a vow that I'll never fall in love again."
"But when I saw the expression she had on her face in the yellow gown she wore on that day, I couldn't help but walk up to her. But the most funny moment of my life happened when I got to her because at the moment she laid her eyes on me, I heard "MATE."
"She shook her head like a person clouded in disbelief and a person who was given a gift but wanted to reject it. And at the next moment, she ran out of the concert hall like a person who has seen a ghost." Mr Parker paused and looked at my level of concentration before he continued.
"I was confused at first but I ran after her, so eager to know her better and to discover the reason I heard "Mate" when she looked at me. Getting out of the concert, I couldn't find her. I searched around the building since it was only 7:PM in the evening, and I finally found her crying under a tree."
My eyes got wide open when I heard the last sentence of Mr Parker. "Why was she crying?" I asked impatiently.
"I walked up to her not minding her tears." Mr Parker continued, pretending he didn't hear my question. "I sat down beside her and patted her head which was bent to the ground before she pushed me off her."
"Who are you? What are you doing here with me?" She asked. "My name is William Parker, I saw you crying and I just thought…" I couldn't finish the sentence because she suddenly stood up and hit me on my chest saying, "I will never accept a mere human as my mate. I reject you, fu*k the moon goddess and anything she might want to do about it."
"Just how confused would you be if you were in my situation, Lucian?" Mr Parker asked, his eyes penetrating mine.
"I would shake her and ask if she's drunk." I said.
Mr Parker smiled before he continued. "I told her I don't understand what she meant by rejecting me. "But do you know what she did next, Lucian?" Mr Parker asked but I didn't reply, knowing it was a rhetorical question. "She slapped me and spat on my face before she walked out of me!"
I really wanted to laugh at what Mr Parker said, but I didn't as I knew it might make him feel uncomfortable.
"I don't understand." I said. "She hated you! How then did you convince her to get married?"
"I didn't convince her." Mr Parker said while taking another sip of his water. "She came to me a week later and started acting all nice. I was still very angry at first, but as you guys call it now, she was my crush. And my anger faded within eight hours after she started acting nice and telling me to forgive her."
"How did you find out that she was a werewolf?" I asked, curiously.
"That was the most crazy part of everything." Mr Parker replied, staring at the living room ceiling like he was expecting the answers to my questions to fall out of it.
"We were already engaged. We both went on a date on a particular day and I noticed that she wasn't happy, she wore a very uncomfortable look on her face. I wondered what the problem was."
"I asked her what was wrong and then she said she had something to show me, I nodded my head and followed her out of the building." Mr Parker paused, he looked at his watch and continued. "She took me to the place where the CCTV cameras in the dating spot building wouldn't monitor us."
"And then she told me that she was a werewolf and I was her mate, meaning we were betrothed by the moon goddess and we needed to be together. I swear to God I didn't believe her at that moment. But she also started telling me that the reason she slapped and spat on me and the other dramatic things she did was because she didn't want a human as her mate, she wanted a werewolf!"
"But she came back to me because her wolf didn't let her rest. She wanted me, her body wanted me. And it took some time before her heart and soul wanted me too." Mr Parker dropped the glass cup whose water he'd finished and continued. "I said I didn't believe her, that she should prove it if she really was a werewolf. Just because I believed deep in my heart that those supernatural stuff were all fake and was only imagined by filmmakers to make money."
"But she did it, Lucian."
"What did she do?" I asked as I bent over my head, not wanting to waste a second in finding out what she did.
"She turned into a blackwolf, right in my presence!"
"...."