An Alpha's Melody

Chapter Thirteen: Cameron

    "I refuse to lay on your couch until the wolf in me decides whether or not to take root, Cameron!"

    "I am going to go make some breakfast. Please stay there, Melody. I can't bear to see you in more pain."

    I close the door behind me the second I hear the pillow go swishing past my ear, due to it's proximity.

    "Is she gonig to be okay?" Alexa slides of the counter, her fear for her friend's health quite blatant.

   "One of the most obvious signs of a wolf truly turning is teh anger, fury, and uncontrollable wrath that all too often follows in suit. But this symptom is common in those whom do not survive the virus that essentially becomes a part of you when you are bitten."

"You just said virus. Explain!"

    "Well, there is a virus of sorts developed in the saliva of werewolves so that when we bite, it seeps into the blodstream of our victims to turn them. It sounds kind of like venom, but as long as it doesn't get into cuts or broken skin, our spit is harmless."

     "Virus . . . That means you werewolves could be cured!" Alexa's peircing eyes light up with hope.

    "My father died as a test subject to a cure like you are thinking about."

    "Oh! I am so sorry, what went wrong?"

    "He killed himself." I pause, thinking back to the night I found his body, as a twelve year old boy. "The serum he had been testing fixed his body, but left scars, and it corrupted his mind. After he went through this, essentially having gone crazy, my brother and I have been working to prevent anymore so called cures."

    "But what if it is the only way Melody can live through this?!"

    "Either she becomes a wolf or she dies."

    I run outisde, past everyhing, all thoughts of breakfast forgotten. I can't bear the thought of living- of existing- without Melody. It is inconeivable!