Chapter 5

I looked at him and I laughed frantically. "That was funny, Dylan. Really funny."

 

      His smile went away and he looked at me seriously. "I'm not joking, I was the wolf you met on Friday."

 

      "Hold on, but how on earth did you know about the wolf that attacked me?" I asked.

 

         "Attacked you? I didn't attack you and I'll never attack you, Hillary."

 

          "Dylan, quit the joke. I guess Ava must have told you about it."

 

     "Wait, you told Ava about our connection? Why would you do that?" He said in annoyance.

 

      "What connection are you talking about? Are you crazy?" 

 

     "Hillary you must have felt something, that's how it always is."

 

      I began to reason the possibility of that being real since I had indeed felt a strong absurd connection to the wolf, but I immediately concluded that it was unreasonable and he was just cracking a joke. "Aside from the joke, if Ava really didn't tell you about the wolf, how did you know I saw a wolf on Friday?"

 

       He feigned a frown. "Hillary, how on earth can I prove it to you?"

 

      "Prove what, exactly?"

 

     "That I'm the wolf."

 

  It wasn't funny anymore, it was rather frightening. "Enough with the wolf joke, and ......you know what, goodnight Dylan." I turned around, backing him and facing the window. I knew he was still there, as I didn't hear the door close. 

 

      What was he doing? Watching me sleep in the dark? That was really creepy. 

 

      Scary thoughts came into my head. "What if I had brought a creep into my house—or worse, a psychopath, and I was alone, in the night. Even if I screamed no one would hear me as we lived miles away from the rest of the town and even if I had a chance before, it was gone as it was raining heavily outside and if someone was standing outside, the person still wouldn't be able to hear me.

 

     "Hillary," He said almost growling. His voice had changed, it wasn't hard nor masculine...it didn't sound really human, it was more like that of a dog, no...a wolf, mixed with human.

 

      "Look at me." He said.

 

   Cold sweats formed on my head as I trembled under my blankets. 

 

      "I'm not going to hurt you in anyway." He said.

 

     I didn't know why but I believed him, so in slow motion, I turned around and to my greatest surprise, I saw the unbelievable. 

 

      It was still Dylan for sure, but his golden brown eyes were now shiny blue wolf's eye. I backed away from him, until I was resting on the wall of my room, and with a perplexed voice, I asked, "What are you?"

 

          "I'm a werewolf, Hillary."

 

       "Werewolf...as in movie kinda werewolf?" I asked.

 

       "Sometimes, movies tell true stories, Hillary, and our kind are one of the true stories."

 

          "Wait....you said 'our'. You mean...Ava?"

 

        "Yes, Ava is also a werewolf and... so are you."

 

      "Excuse me. What!"

 

      "I don't know how to explain this to you." His eyes went back to normal and he drew out my reading chair and sat down. "The connection you and I felt, simply means that you're my mate."

 

       "Mate? What does that mean?"I asked frantically.

 

        "In simple words, it means that...you and I, are meant to be....together."

 

      I didn't know whether I should be happy or scared or annoyed. It all seemed so absurd to believe, it was too much to accept in such a short time. I was highly pressurized, so I laughed out with fear clearly present in my voice. "You are insane. I don't know who you are and what is going on, for all I know, this may be some silly prank or...maybe you are a member of an occult group or something. It's okay if you say Ava is one of you guys, at least her so called tattoo explains that."

 

      "Hold on, Ava has a tattoo?"

 

It was at that point, I realised that I had messed up. I spilled the beans unconsciously. And if what Dylan was saying about Ava being a werewolf like him, then I was sure that I'd be dead. I could remember the death threat clearly

 

Flashback: "Hillary, if you ever say anything to anyone about me and the tattoo, YOU'RE DEAD."

 

  

     "Did you just say that Ava has a tattoo? What does it look like?" Dylan asked again.

 

    I looked at his inquisitive face and I dumbly shook my head like a little kid lying to her momma. I knew that I was terrible at lying, despite several years of training by my sister who was the master of the lying arts, and the chief fabricator of stories. "I never said anything like that. What tattoo? I know nothing about any tattoo?" I ranted on.

 

        "Hillary, don't lie to me. Did she have a tattoo of a wolf's eye on her?" He said, suddenly boiling with anger.

 

        "What are you talking about? You're frightening me, okay? In fact..." I looked outside and luckily it had stopped raining. "...I would like you to leave my house imme-diate-ly."

 

      "Hillary, fine, I'll leave but first tell me about the tattoo."

 

       My pressure level had reached its limit and it could not withstand any more pressure, so I exploded with distress. "I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING ABOUT WEREWOLVES, YOU OR AVA, AND I NEED YOU TO GET OUT OF MY HOUSE BEFORE I CALL POLICE. GET OUT!!!"

 

     He seemed shocked by my outburst, i thought he was going to say something, but then he stared at me for a while and then walked out of my room. In a few seconds, I head the sound of my front door open and close, and I knew he had left. 

 

      I let out a loud cry, and I rolled round and round the bed, holding my head. I felt really bad. I knew I was rude and harsh towards him but everything was too much to handle. I didn't even know from where to start thinking from; was it the fact that he had shiny blue wolf's eyes or the fact that he claims to be a werewolf or the fact that he claims that Ava is also like him, which explains why she had referred to me as 'humans' because she wasn't human, she was a freaking werewolf! 

 

     Crazy!! Everything was crazy! He had even said that I was a werewolf too and I was his mate. Ridiculous! 

 

       I made up my mind. I was going to keep away from them and if they approached me again i would tell them that I wasn't going to be a part of their occult group or whatever it was. 

 

        I had my own living hell to bear and I didn't want to add another to it. Although, the fact that I won't see him hurt me a lot, but I did what I thought I needed to do. For Christ's sake he had glowing wolf's eyes, I didn't even want to think that he was truly a werewolf. 

 

      I didn't believe in the supernatural —atleast not anymore. I once believed when I was younger that I was a werewolf, or some kind of beast because I usually have highly realistic nightmares of me changing into a wolf under the full moon and then I would wake up naked and exhausted in the middle of the forest. 

 

     My mum was always around, and waiting for me to wake up with my clothes in her hands, which made me wonder if she was like me because in my nightmares, I wasn't the only wolf, there were three of us; me, my sister and my mother. 

 

     The only time I had summoned up courage to tell her about my curiosity concerning the wolf thing, she had shouted on me, hit me severally, locked me in the dark basement for a whole week and when I was released, she had warned me never to say such nonsense, that her daughters aren't monsters and that I was just suffering from nightmares and it was nothing out of the ordinary

After that day, I had never questioned her or myself about it mainly because I didn't want to get beaten and locked in the basement again.

 

   Now, I fought against the possibility of that being true. I didn't want anything causing troubles for me, by the way, I already had a plan to run away from home after my graduation from High schools and my eighteenth birthday, which was in two weeks. 

 

     Even if I were a wolf, I was going to be a lonewolf. 

 

 

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Five days had passed since my encounter with Dylan and Ava, and I had received nothing less than a hundred calls from them which I didn't pick and after a while I switched off my cell as I really didn't need it anymore, by the way, my mum and Steve always called our landline phone at home. 

  

   It was the second to the last day of school, and it was a very emotional day for most students, but not me though. It was a happy day for me, I had no friends that I'd miss, I had no teacher that I had liked to the extent of crying that I was leaving. 

 

      I waited after school, to look around the school for the last time as I knew that I wouldn't be going for the graduation party the next day.

 

        With my fantastic results in my hands, I wandered my highschool over and over again. 

 

       I had taken the truck because I wasn't going back home, I was going to run somewhere faraway just like my twin sister had, run to a place where my mum and Steve would never find me.

 

       At last, I walked outside and into the truck. I hadn't taken much, apart from my two small bags which I kept some of my clothes and some pictures of myself and my twin sister, Maribel. I took nothing that belonged to my mum nor Steve, I didn't want to remember that they ever existed. 

 

      I took in three deep breaths and then shifted the gear to drive....it was then I felt the presence of someone in the car but it was already too late...I had been injected and put to sleep. 

 

 

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