Chapter Seven.

Erica's POV.

I waited patiently for him to say what he was, a witch? A vampire? A Hyde? Or something more despicable.

He peered into my eyes, as he fed my impatience, taking a lot of time to answer.

“I'm Gay.” He said, barely above a whisper, and let out a light laughter.

I scoffed.

“You're a jerk, seriously.” I told him, as I looked away…

“ Wait, you didn't know? Com'on Tasha, something's wrong with you.” He said.

“Nothing is wrong with me. I just…” My words faded into the wind.

“Just what? You bumped your head into something?” He asked, as he raised his eyebrows, giving me a long stare that threw thousands of questions at me.

“I woke up from a trance.” I blurted, as I badly wanted to believe that I just saw things…and whatever happened was nothing real…infact it was nothing real.

Danny stared at me for a long time, and then his hilarious laughter rang across the room.

“Oh Tasha, you never cease to amaze me.” He smiled, “Now snap out of whatever nonsense you're talking about…remember, you need to get on these chains.”

I sighed, the sigh of tiredness, and irritation.

***

Night was approaching fast. The sun disappeared below the horizon, and the moon started to take its place in the dark sky.

We walked deep into the woods, as our feet crushed the dried leaves.

My hands and ankles were chained, as Danny pulled the chain, pulling me along.

“Now this is not good.” I started.

“Why? Are you scared?” He chuckled.

“Yes,” I answered, as I stopped, and Danny turned around.

“You are?” His eyes spoke of disbelief.

“For you, stupid.”I replied, rolling my eyeballs, “We should have brought something thicker to cover up ourselves.” I hissed, as I rubbed my palms together.

“So disappointed to hear that from a furry fellow.” He giggled, as he started off.

“Hehe…funny.” I said, with a very sarcastic smile.

We got to this huge tree with a large trunk, standing proudly in the middle of the woods, and its canopy was large.

Danny started to tie me up to the tree, with the chains round my body.

“Can you make it less tighter? You're squeezing the life out of me.” I told him.

“Trust me, this is perfect fit.”

“Arrrggh…” I growled at him, letting my eyes glow…

“Are you trying to scare me? I've seen worse.” He wore a fake smile, “ So give up.”

I sighed, letting my shoulders drop, and leaning my aching head against the tree trunk.

“So what now?” I asked, already sick of feeling like a lab rat.

“We wait, for the fucking full moon.” He replied, as he checked his wrist watch.

I looked up at the sky, the moon was almost full, hiding behind the thick dark clouds…I remembered that fateful night with Rowen, this night was as beautiful as that night.

“Snap out of it, snap out of it…” I whispered to myself repeatedly, as I tried to get it off my head…the trance.

“You're not feeling anything?” Danny asked, looking at me, probably amazed at the fact that I had proven his assumptions wrong.

“Feeling what?.” I asked him, pretending not to know what he talked about.

“You know, the werewolf feeling…you're not shifting, Natasha.” He said.

“And?” I arched an eyebrow, as I smirked.

“I mean, you're supposed to shift!” He shouted, probably happy at the fact, then his eyes rested on my hands that balled into fists…blood trickled down from between my fingers. “You're…you're hurting yourself.” He stuttered.

“Pain…that's how we don't lose control, something to distract the unwanted emotions.” I explained, hoping that cleared whatever question that he had in mind.

“Really…I didn't know you'd come up with a survival method.” He said, as he stood in akimbo, smiling broadly.

I scoffed. Survival method?

“At least for your survival, stupid.” I smirked.

But soon the air became tensed, and my senses became alert.

“What's wrong. Is it happening?” He asked inquisitively, that I had to wonder why I had this dumb ass as a friend, let alone, best friend.

“We're not alone silly!” I muffled, “ Get me out of this chains.”

“What? You hear something?” His eyes darted in every direction , as he spun around, glancing at various ends.

“I smell something okay? This thing got no heartbeat,” I spoke quickly as I tried to break free from the chains, trying not to shift and lose control at the same time. “ Get–me–out.” I breathed heavily, as beads of sweats appeared on my face, my claws grew and my canines turned into fangs…

Then something flashed before my eyes, grabbed Danny, and pinned him against a tree not far from me…it was going to rip him apart…

“Get…me…out…”