The Hunted

Chapter 7 ~ Elexis

I still had a terrible feeling in my stomach, I knew Dylan only wanted to protect me and help me understand. I didn't know what to do, what kind of position is that to be in. Yesterday explained a lot, but in the end only caused more questions to swirl in my, well not so human head. Cameron was a nice guy, short brown hair, a lot more tidy than Dylan's, ocean blue eyes, a bold figure and a great sense of humour.

I wonder if all werewolves have the same personality as Dylan, Cameron and I. It was another school day today and I didn't know whether to get up and attend this place where they force you to use your 'brain' not like anyone does anyway. Half the people don't even know what a brain is. I bet they have no aim, no goal in life. One of those people were me, Elexis Riddle, I have no goal, no ambition, no thirst for success.

I could fake being sick, but I wouldn't be faking it, I am mentally and physically sick and there's no antibiotics that could cure me. No drug can help me, I was a wolf, and nothing could change that. My head was aching from the thought of last nights conversation with Dylan and Cameron.

Apparently he was going to help Dylan train me after my 16th birthday. 2 more weeks until I was officially 16... officially a werewolf. I wasn't excited anymore, I dreaded the thought of being trained, not trained to sit like a normal dog, trained to hunt, control my senses, speed, thoughts, hearing and control of 'turning'.

I expected mum to lecture me about missing so many days off school, why Dylan kept ringing here and wanting to know when I would turn up, why I wasn't talking much, why I was so 'sick', but she hasn't yet.

Each morning she just knocked on the door and asked, "no school again today?" I wouldn't reply and I think she knew the answer to that. She was right about missing a lot of school though. I have had about a week off, but I didn't care, I soon had convinced my self that I was too different to understand the work anyway. Some where inside me I wanted her to come in and make me talk, I wanted to talk to her about everything, but I didn't have the energy to explain every single detail which was definitely needed in order for her to understand, not that she would anyway. I sat up as the sun starting rise. I showered and changed into a long cotton shirt, make up free, I felt fresh.

I dried my long brown hair with my favourite blue towel, it had silver embroidery around the edges and my name in gold at one end, it match my bed cover. I took me a long, painful 15 minutes to finish doing my hair, my arms were tired from putting the heavy bunch in a neat satisfying bun, I stood in front of the mirror looking at my face, I couldn't imagine myself anything but a normal teenage girl, running after boys and gossiping about what that girl group did yesterday.

I just didn't want to believe anything anymore. I was exhausted after doing nothing but dress my self. I walked myself and did what I had been doing for the last couple days, I sat on the edge of my bed sarong at my phone, hoping that a message from Dylan would pop up on the screen.