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P.S: "Um, don't die and... don't do anything I wouldn't do."
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"How was school?" Ron asked awkwardly, keeping his eyes glued to the road and his hands tightened on the steering wheel and gear stick that belonged to my car. Susan had forced him to take me to the outskirts of town, where said rogues were hiding.
I'd tried to change her mind, but she refused to let me go alone as she shoved us both out of the door, not forgetting to throw my backpack and keys out. Why did I have to get dropped off by Ron? He wasn't a professional; he worked in the offices, not on the field. I should've gone alone. Plus, he has to get the bus home for when I bring the rogues to the WSA.
"Good." I replied, taking no interest in the conversation that he was trying to create. He wasn't the best person to talk to, and at the moment I was too busy trying to forget about the fluttering that was going on in my stomach.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" He said, chuckling deeply as we turned a corner. My hands clenched a little and I grit my teeth, attempting to keep my voice calm.
"Me? Nervous? Are you stupid or something? I've never been nervous on a job, and I never will. I think it's because we're within a ten metre distance that I'm starting to turn a little green." I commented harshly, slightly leaning towards him. Genuinely, I did feel nervous. And I never had before. It was as if my brain was telling me not to go, to turn back and go home. But if I did that I'd look like a wimp and I would hate myself.
"The feeling is mutual." He snapped back, normal Ron coming back. The car came to a halt and I sighed gratefully, undoing my seat belt and rummaging through my backpack to find my flashlight. It was around eight o'clock at night, and the sun had already disappeared. "Be careful."
I could've rolled my eyes at how he said that. No emotion, no fatherly tone; just a simple 'be careful'. I could die and he would laugh and spit on my grave.
"Get out of my car, Ron. Susan will be expecting you back to eat the wonders of her cooking." I mused sarcastically, glad that I got to miss out. I'd rather die than eat Susan's roast dinners.
"We'll order takeout when she goes to bed." Ron laughed, winking at me and climbing out of the car. That's what I liked about him, he can be like a brother sometimes. For example, ordering takeout whenever Susan decides to cook instead of order ready made meals from weight watchers that we both pinch because they're delicious.
I leaned back in the passenger seat of my truck and took a deep breath. The butterflies in my stomach still hadn't disappeared, and I willed them to go away. I needed to focus, not worry.
I adjusted the backpack on my shoulders, got out of the car and locked it. Flicking the flashlight on, I used my wolf senses to figure out where these oh so terrifying rogues were hiding. That's my advantage of being a werewolf slayer, I can use my wolf senses to track down my... prey? But luckily I'm able to cover my scent with something that the science lab came up with at the WSA a couple of months back.
My ears turned up when low growls came from my left, so I turned the flashlight off and headed in that direction. I kept to the bushes, meandering my way through the nettles and thorns until ten wolves came into my line of sight.
Susan had told me that there were ten wolves, and there were ten here. What did that mean? These were the rogues that I get to beat up. Marvellous.
"I thought rogues are supposed to be skinny." I muttered under my breath, throwing the last knocked out body into the back of my truck. It hadn't took me long to force them to shift back so I could handcuff them, and as I pressed the button that put up the shield so no one could see the bodies, I groaned at how easy that fight actually was.
I clapped my hands together and pulled myself into the drivers seat, turning on the engine and putting my belt on. The nervous feeling in my stomach still hadn't disappeared, even though I thought it'd be gone by the time I'd retrieved the rogues.
Before driving off, I pulled my phone out, chucked the bag on the other seat and dialed Susan's number. She answered after five rings.
"Hey chuck. How's it going? You better not be dead or I'll bring you back to kill you myself. Ron, what are you doing with the phone book?" I heard her say from the other side of the phone as I placed the phone next to me and put it on speaker. Revving up the engine, I began to head to the WSA.
"I've got them. Just heading down to the WSA now to take them in. I'm not dead, either, Susan." I said, totally amused. That girl is so dopey it's unbelievable that she passed through high school.
"Oh, great. I made dinner for us all, if you still want some. I can heat it up in the microwave for you when you come back-"
"I'm fine. I'll just have cereal or something." Chinese after you go to bed, I thought, smiling mischievously. I could imagine Ron smirking also.
"Right, okay. I'll see you when you get in. Um, don't die and... don't do anything I wouldn't do." Susan said, rushing. She'd never known how to act like a mother, so she usually settled with 'don't die'. Typical her.
"I'll try not too. Bye." I said, laughing to myself as I pressed the end call button and drove to the WSA.
Dropping of the rogues wasn't as hard as it usually was. I didn't have to do much work besides sign the paperwork that said I'd brought them in and hadn't went against any of the rules. I waved when I pulled away, heading for home.
Taylor Swift came onto the radio, and I instantly tapped my finger against the rubber wheel, humming along to the song. When the chorus came on, I sang loudly, bopping my head up in down and ignoring the weird glares I was getting from the drivers and people on the sidewalk when I pulled up at traffic lights.
After I'd listened to three of Swift's songs, I eventually pulled into the driveway that was extended onto the house a couple of years ago. A silver car was parked on the kerb that I didn't recognise, however I ignored it, thinking Susan had family around. Considering it was almost ten o'clock, it must've been adults.
I opened the door and chucked my bagpack onto the stairs, put my keys on the counter and shrugged off the brown leather jacket I was wearing.
"I'm home!" I called from the passage way. Susan appeared in the doorway, and I was about to smile but resisted when I saw the worried look on her face. "What?"
"Holly..." she mumbled quietly. "There's someone here to see you."
I frowned, but shrugged. "Okay. Who is it?"
A tall body blocked my view of Susan, and my face turned green when the butterflies in my stomach died. The black-haired, green eyed, same old skinny jean wearing man that was standing in front of me raised his eyebrows as we both took each other in.
I finally breathed, "Dylan?"
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Hombres LoboMeet Holly Watson. She has two brothers: Dylan and Isaac. And she is a werewolf. But she doesn't know these things until her parents sit her down and tell her the drastic news that changed her life. To top that off, Holly has some angry wolves on he...