Mateless and Home Bound

Chapter 26: Dark Chocolate

He was really starting to enjoy it here. For some reason, this place seemed like a home away from home. There were so many faces that he got to see every day. It was fun to talk to all of them and get them out of their shells for a bit. That was one thing he was good at, even though he was a human amongst werewolves.

He tried to forget that most of the time. After all, they all acted like normal humans. They were a strange bunch, but not as strange as his grandma and all of her friends. It all reminded him of when he was in school and all the people he met there. There were so many friends that he had. No matter what grade they were in, they all sat at his table to talk. They all got really close to each other that way. It didn't help that they all lived at that school. All of them were from different parts of the world, so they lived in little dorms.

Now it seemed as if he were right back there. They had even moved him to his own little room away from the small hospital that he was sleeping in before. That wasn't something he was expecting, if he were to be honest. He really thought that he wasn't going to be staying for that long, but Charlie and Max insisted that he stay until they knew for sure that those hunters were gone. And, with how nice that room looked, it was hard to say no to them.

Those hunters still scared him. He really wished he knew why they were there. If his grandma were there, she would know. She always knew everything. He was just starting to realize that the more he learned about this strange 'pack' that lived here.

That was still weird to think about. They were all humans, or in their human forms at least, yet they called their group a pack. It was almost as strange as calling a group of vampires a cult.

You know what a group of humans was called?

A town.

If only it were that simple in this strange new world that he was learning about.

"I can't believe," the boy broke the silence. He was touching up on his eyeliner at the moment, since everyone and their mother heard that he could do make-up. "That she told you she didn't get to experience being a human all that much, and the first thing you ask is if she's ever tried chocolates."

"Hey," he told the boy. "That's a valid first question, and I will not hear otherwise."

Those dark brown eyes looked at him for a long time after that. They matched the rest of his look. With pitch black hair that was obviously dyed (he didn't have it in him to tell the kid that his roots were coming out already) and black clothes that contrasted with his pasty skin, he stood out in his own unique way.

"You're a weird human."

"I wouldn't say that to the person who has liquid eyeliner so close to your eye," Sage threatened playfully. He was just finishing up the final things.

"I was just saying," he rolled his eye a little. Sage couldn't help but laugh a little at the dramatic way this boy talked. "Normally, human's kind of freak out when you mention that you're a werewolf."

"I did at first."

"And you just somehow got over it within a day or two?"

Sage sighed and put the eyeliner back in its container. He hated when people got pushy with questions. He couldn't be mad, though, because he was the exact same way when he wanted to know something.

He really didn't like thinking about all of this werewolf stuff, if he was being honest with himself. It was still overwhelming, and every time he thought about it, he remembered more and more of the countless tales that his grandma would tell him. Most of them were terrifying. That was why he always listened to her when she told him to never wonder too far in the forest by himself. Even when he stopped believing in all of that, he didn't want to. Those wolves still sounded mean when he heard the faint sounds of paws on the ground or the rare howls that they would do.