Wolfed Out (Discontinued)

Chapter 6: A Sense Of Smell

Taylor felt like an expensive toy strapped tightly in his glass crate. He couldn't move much in the heavy metallic chair, strained securely, only able to bang his neck forward and back. 

By this, he rocked forth and back using the weight of his head, trying to knock himself down.

Avery watched him struggle, laughing internally at how pathetic he looked. "That won't do you any good. I'd stop wasting my energy on such a stupid technique you think can get you out of here. You're never leaving this place, you won't even see daylight again."

Taylor refused to look at Avery in the eye and kept rocking his chair madly. Avery sighed. His skinny fingers walked over the red cold latch, only teasing himself.

        "If I were you young man I'd brace myself." he said. 

        "Brace myself for what?"

     As Taylor rocked forward he tried taking a peek at what Avery seemed so happy about. His hand was hidden behind the column. 

He rocked forward again and this time watched Avery's arm pull down, a clinging racket in sync with his movement.

Taylor was sparked with powerful volts of electricity, realizing his mistake of rocking his head. He fell to the ground, looking up at the grey ceiling. Not only did he feel the zapping energy through his veins and his pumping heart, but his knees that stuck out into his face lit up like a thunderstorm. 

The pain he felt couldn't be expressed through screams. This was to the extreme. He howled so loud the ceiling above him cracked as though there was a quake, dust and rocky cement lightly raining onto the floor. 

That's when Avery realized the danger he was in, and launched the latch back up, keeping his lab intact. 

Derek was alone, walking among the streets downtown Hamilton. He usually didn't work alone, with a sidekick by him while he played the Sherlock Holmes. But his pack searched on the school property, and Derek thought his part was easy and faster enough if he did it alone.

Derek was scanning the streets. Not just to spot something out of order or possibly find Taylor or Jeff in the crowds, but he searched for a scent. He'd rather find a scent, it would lead him right to them, which Derek hoped for the most.

Something sounded in the air. Derek paused and listened. It was a piercing screech that slowly developed into a scratching echo. He knew exactly what it was, but it didn't sound as pleasant as it should.

It was Taylor, howling. What worried Derek was that his howl didn't call for help or give him any sort of message. It was a frightful screaming howl that came from a dying wolf.

He couldn't bear to listen to it any longer, shattering him inside knowing that he couldn't be there to help him. Instead, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

The pack swore they would find someone that might of stayed late and saw either Jeff or Taylor, but no one. They walked out of the school, heads cocked down.

        "I guess we'll have to get a - "

All members stopped in their tracks as a piercing screech came in like a scratchy message through a walky talky. It grew louder and fatter, into an echo shout.

        "That's Taylor." said Rick.

        "They're alive." said Layla. She turned to them, smiling. She was so happy they were alive. It gave her hope. Kyle smiled at her.