Chapter 34

Scarlett's POV

By the time I woke up, I felt very tired. It felt like I worked three shifts the whole night rather than working. I forced myself up from the bed. I checked round the house for Franklin, but he wasn't in the house

I walked into the bathroom, had my bath, and brushed my teeth.

When I was done, I called Michelle over the phone.

“Hello bitch.” She said, and I chuckled.

“What's good, pretty?” I asked, and she rolled her eyes at me.

“I'm alive. I need to see a man as soon as possible for real.” She groaned, sighing.

“I guess it's a good thing I've not had sex yet.” I said, and she shook her head.

“It's the next best thing after ice cream.” Michelle groaned.

“Whatever.” I rolled my eyes. I badly wanted to tell her about the kiss, but I couldn't risk Franklin hearing about it. He'd literally get very angry.

“So, what are you going to do about that now?” I asked, and she chuckled.

“In a week or so, we have the joint Academies summit.” Michelle said, and my eyes widened. I had totally forgotten about that.

“That's true.” I muttered. “Security would be so tight.”

“That's not the important part. There'd be very many boys for me to choose from.” She giggled.

“So, just a week?” I muttered.

“Where are you right now? That doesn't look like your room.”

“I'm at Franklin's.” I muttered, and Michelle winked at me.

“Are you already getting the wood of a beast?” She asked, chuckling.

“Girl, shut the fuck up.” I rolled my eyes. I could feel my face turn red from blushing too much.

We kept talking until I heard Franklin's thuds around the house.

“Okay, I'll call you back.” I said, ending the call.

It was still dawn, and I'd have to head back in less than an hour. I made it downstairs, and Franklin was on the chair. He sent me a tired look.

“What's wrong?” I asked, hurrying to sit beside me.

“Erm… I'm very tired.” Franklin said. Those words coming from him sounded very strange. They almost made me scared that something evil was going on with him.

“Have you been out all night?” I asked.

“No.” He muttered. “I only stepped out for a while.”

“Are you hungry?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“What would you like to eat ?” I asked. “Let me cook for you.”

“Is it possible to eat you?” Franklin asked, and I wasn't sure if that was in a literal way, or a sexual way.

“Erm… no… I'm not yet on the menu, so you have to settle for something else.” I replied, breathing really hard.

“I'll settle for whatever you cook.” Franklin said, and I chuckled.

I had asked him what he wanted like I knew how to make more than two dishes. I checked the cupboard, and it had everything one could ever need to cook.

I fried potatoes, since that was the easiest thing I could make without failing.

Franklin took over while I fried. He must have noticed how hard I was having it with the oil.

“Wait for two minutes.” Franklin said, leaving the kitchen for two minutes. When he came back, he held two grasscutters in his hands.

I would have asked how, but that's the least of the questions in my head at the moment.

Franklin finished roasting the grasscutters. I set the table, and we sat to eat.

His mood changed greatly over the meal.

“When was the last time you ate a human?” I jokingly asked.

“Last night.” He responded with a straight face.

“You… you're… you're… you're joking, right?” I asked, chuckling nervously.

Franklin shook his head, looking very serious.

“I stepped out for a while because a human was in the area.” He said, taking a bite of the grasscutter in his hand. “And just in case you didn't know, I need human blood to survive.”

“Seriously?” I asked, and a new fear was unlocked in me. “His blood was terrible, that's why I felt very tired when I walked in.” Franklin said, and I gently nodded my head.

With widened eyes, I turned back to what I was eating.

“You shouldn't make jokes like that anymore.” Franklin scoffed. I looked up gently at him. He was shaking his head. I probably look more terrified than I should.

“I didn't kill anyone, and I don't need human blood to survive.” He said, and I heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness.” I said, finally breathing properly.

“There's a full moon in two days.” Franklin said, and I nodded .

“Yeah, why?” I asked, and he looked gently at me.

“I always lose control on such nights.” Franklin said. “It's like I sleep very deeply, and my body just acts on its own.”

I nodded gently, trying not to imagine the insanely horrible things that he'd do on such nights.

“Does that explain the bodies in the other room there?” I asked calmly, and he nodded.

“4 years, and 48 full moons.” Franklin said. “Just 30 bodies, that's good in my books.”

I chuckled, almost laughed even. “Was that supposed to be a joke?”

“Not really.” Franklin shrugged.

“Given the rampage I'm usually on every full moon, which is evident by the markings on trees, and the number of dead animals,” Franklin took a brief pause, “it's a miracle that I've not killed more than that.”

When I was done eating, I changed back into my masculine clothes.

“How do you manage to look good both as a girl and as a guy?” Franklin asked out of the blue, and I chuckled.

“Good genes?”

“Nah, genes can't do stuff like this alone.” Franklin argued.

I held his arm while we walked outside.

“How do you think life would be when you finally shift back to your human state?” I asked, and he shrugged.

“I'm just trying to stay neutral.” Franklin shrugged. I was sure that bringing hope in this situation wasn't so easy for him to accept.”

“Well, not for long anymore.” I said, hugging him. Before I could try to disengage from the hug, I could already feel my body in the sky. He was taking me back to the Academy.

We said our goodbyes, and I snuck back into the Academy. Zion and Thane were out of reach since they were both preparing for the sports competition in the evening, so I was all alone, walking round the halls.

I passed by a classroom, and I saw Alpha Harry with another guy. I might have to deal with this man one way or another, and it'd have to be done quickly.

I was walking straight to my room when I bumped into someone. I was literally falling to the ground when he caught me up. He pulled me up, missing my boobs by just an inch, or less. He was all sweaty, and he was breathing really fast.

“I'm so sorry.” He apologized, and I stared into his golden eyes, shaking my head till I was perfectly okay. “Are you fine now?”

“Yeah.” I said. “Who are you?” I couldn't stop myself from asking. He looked weirdly familiar, but I couldn't exactly place the face.

“Just a random guy.” He shrugged, and that was when I saw registrar John running behind.

He continued jogging, leaving me dumbfounded.

John stopped right in front of me, breathing really hard.

“That… that… that's…” He was still panting heavily.

“Huh? Did he do something wrong?” I asked, ready to give chase if he asked.

“That's the King!” He said.

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