Chapter 2

    Leslie POV

    

    Maidstone, North America, 2000.

    

    What the hell is this scent? Swiftly the light went off, then darkness and stillness possessed the room. I dropped the Shakespeare’s Othello book on the stool and shifted the part of my head into the wolf’s head and let out a silent growled. The room was still nothing amiss. Michael was snoring on the bed, and I was glad he was, for I don’t want anybody to know about my identity as a wolf.

    

    Glancing about the room, I smelt the scent more. It smelt of blood, animal hair, and woods. The light switched on by itself as I hurried to the door. I shifted back into a human, opened the door, and look at Michael if he noticed nothing. Thank god, he was still snoring. Who knows, he might dream of girls because he loves college girls too much. He wasn’t like me, the shy boy of all time. Something dashed into the forest near the window. Something unpredictable.

    

    I felt the instinct from my wolf to dash after it, but I don’t want to do so, for there are night watchers in these college hostels. "Don’t you want to find out who the person was?" The gentle voice of my wolf dropped in my mind.

    

    I hurried deep into the woods and stay still as if I have an awareness they had surrounded me. They were teens like me; college boys. Glancing around, I watched them shifting into Jackal’s form. Oh shit, my wolf growled and instantly I shifted, feeling the bloody instinct to tear bodies apart.

    

    In a second, I yanked an arm from one jackal's body and blood gushed out like a river. A sting of pain encompassed me as two jackal bites my two shoulders. Grappling their heads, I let out a growled and then removed their heads from their bodies with my thirsty giant teeth. The rest stayed still, and they shifted back to human form, grinning and clenching their teeth in one. I could see in their eyes they were waiting for me to fall.

    

    I haven't taken a step before I collapsed on the ground. A pain like of scorpion swirled in my body, my vision became blurred and I shifted back into human form gasping for air.

    

    A boy who I think could be their boss walked to me, spat on my face. His face was blurred as his voice echoed to my ears, "we don't want any wolf in this college."

    

    I couldn't recollect what happened after that. All I knew was the melodious sound of the chirping of the birds woke me on a soft bed. And the morning light flickered through the window curtain and hurt my eyes and then I caught a pretty face of a girl looking at me behind the closing door. She looked relieved and brought me a cup of tea from the table.

    

    "How on hell did I get here?" Those were the words that first slipped from my lips, and uneasy grabbed my tummy as I remember this girl might have known who I was.

    

    "Have it." She raised the teacup towards me and watched me drink. "Alright? Did you need more?"

    

    "How did I get here?" I asked once more.

    

    "Why did you ignore my question?" She rolled her eyes and packed her long black hair to the back.

    

    "You ignore my question first."

    

    "You are in my room, and on my bed, don't forget that. I can do whatever I want here."

    

    I sighed, dropped the cup on the stool beside the bed. "At least, I must know how I got here."

    

    "Does that matter?" She snapped back.

    

    I looked into her eyes, wondering how many does she sees; how many does she know about me? And then something baffled me; the scent of a human being. She wasn't a werewolf, not even a jackal or a vampire. My uneasy abated when I noticed she won't stand before me if she knows I am a werewolf. I crawled down from the bed. "I need to go home on time."

    

    She watched me walk to the door, and when I was about to touch the knob, she said, "stay with me or you get killed outside."

    

    It pissed me off. My wolf growled, and I turned to her. "What in hell are you keeping from me?”

    

    "What in hell did you want me to tell you?" She raised the teacup. "Did you want more?"

    

    I sighed, and the gentle voice of my wolf dropped words in my mind, "this isn't the right time to be arguing with a stranger girl who seems to help you live. Obey her." I walked up and down the room furiously. My wolf can't calm me down sometimes, for I hate to be delayed. I remembered Micheal, he would look for me right now, I thought.

    

    I looked at her. "Please understand me. Tell me everything. My roommate would be busy searching for me. I need to go back on time."

    

    "Micheal is dead." Her words dropped like a sharp sword, cutting every vein in my body.

    

    I leaned back to the wall, raised my eyebrows, and millions of questions passed through my agony heart. "Ahh, Michael's dead?" I said those words to myself more than to her.

    

    "Can you lower your voice, please?" she asked

    

    Tears dripped down my cheeks, and she hurried to clean the tears with a handkerchief.

    

    "That's why I don't want to tell you everything." She cleaned more tears. "I'm on my way from the library when I heard Michael screaming in the room. I saw some animals eating his body alive, and they jumped out of the window when they saw me recording them with my camera-"

    

    "Where's the camera?"

    

    "Well, someone snatched it behind me and ran into the woods." She sighed, pack her hair back once more. "I tried to get it from the person but that time, in the wood, I saw you lying on the ground-"

    

    "With blood? A bite?" I asked, laying more emphasis on the word 'bite'.

    

    She widened her eyes as if she remembers something. She looked at my shoulders and pressed her knuckle to her mouth. "Oh my god, were the wounds?" Oh damned, my wolf growled. I have the gift to heal so fast. Fear gripped my heart as she took steps backward, pointing her fingers at me saying, "don't come near me."

    

    "Calm down," I said, "I will explain everything to you." I took steps forward towards her.

    

    She took a knife out of her bra, point it towards me and sweat hummed out of her head and neck. "You are a werewolf. Don't come near me or else I will kill myself."

    

    Oops, hell. I stopped. "I won't harm you, okay? Just drop the knife." Swiftly, like a flash of light, I shifted back to werewolf form, growling as two jackals break the window glass in. I pushed the girl to my back, attacking the Jackals.