Wolf: The Story Of Blade Ambers

Chapter Four

The next day I slept in law since it was the weekend. After a nice, long rest, I slugged out of bed to start my day. I went into the bathroom and looked at my arm. It was still wrapped in cloth, but now the cloth was stained red. I slowly unwrapped my bandage. The cloth fell away to reveal a large scar. Strange, I thought. It probably would have taken a week or two for it to heal this fast.

Either way, I threw the bandage away and washed my arm. Whenever I touched the scar, I felt slightly nervous. I just couldn't shake the feeling that I might have caught something from that mangy wolf. After that, I went to Dallas' house. I still needed to tell him that I had "slept" over last night in case my sister asks him.

I walked over to his house next door and rang the doorbell. As I waited, I noticed that the blood was still on the ground from last night. I covered it up with my foot as the door opened and Dallas' head popped out. He gave me that goofy grin of his and said, "Hey, buddy, what's up? I called your phone but you didn't pick up."

"You did? " I never even noticed. I had my phone with me the whole time last night. Maybe he called my when I was asleep. Or when I was running. I shook out of my daze and focused on Dallas again. " You gonna let me in or what? This morning breeze is really freezing."

Once I was inside, we headed straight for his room. He plopped down on his bed and offered me a seat. As I sat down, Dallas said, "Well, what's up? Did something happen last night?"

"Yep. I was at your house for the night. And this"- he gaped at my huge scar- "this I got from climbing a tree and cutting myself on a branch. We clear?"

Dallas barely nodded, too distracted by my wound. "So, what happened? That looks pretty nasty... Did you get into a fight or something?"

At that moment, I paused. A million thoughts were pouring into my head all at once. In the end, I knew I should tell him what really happened. After all, he is my best friend. Anyway, secrets don't make friends.

So, I told him everything. How I rested from my walk and how I woke up in the middle of the night and was almost eaten (he laughed harder than he should when I told him I fainted). The only thing I decided not to tell him was that strange dream I had before I came to. When I was finished, Dallas had a serious look on his face. "You realize you could have gotten something from that bite, right?"

I nodded nervously. "Yeah, but I can't tell my sister. She would literally rip me limb from limb if she found out. Besides, I feel just fine right now. If I start to feel weird, I will go to the school nurse or a real doctor or something."

The truth is, I felt kind of weird in the first place. After I had gotten the bite, I felt a odd feeling over me, and it makes me feel really strong. Dallas must have not noticed my long pause, because all he said after that was, "Well, wanna go outside and play catch?"

"Uh, sure. "

So, we went into the garage and found a football. We went out in the backyard and went about 15 paces away from each other. " Ready? " Dallas gripped the football and whipped it into the air.

I caught it and turned back to Dallas when I felt an odd power take over me. Curious about the strange feeling, I still threw the ball with no difficulty. Well, there was no difficulty for me.

I had sent the football flying into the air with such force that it seemed to touch the clouds. Both me and Dallas stared dumbfounded at the tiny brown spec in the sky. We waited and waited in silence, and still it never came back to us. Dallas looked at me. "Sure you're feeling okay?"

I meant to grunt at him, but instead, a long, deep growl sounded from the back of my throat. Putting a hand to my neck, I shook a silent "no".

Dallas scratched his head. "Well, I'm no doctor, but I have a feeling you should just rest for now." I nodded slowly, still afraid to speak, and mouthed, tell nobody. He nodded back, and I went back home.

I decided to just sleep, even though it was the last day of my precious weekend. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I knew that something strange was happening, and I needed to find out what... but not now. I needed to rest now. As I layed in my bed, I thought that maybe this was all a dream. One of those dreams where you would just wake up and say, 'Hey, that was weird', and then carry on with life like everything is normal. Maybe. But, instead of a dream, I'm thinking that all of this is a nightmare...