Demon: Book 1

Chapter 56: Hunters

"What time do you think you'll be done?" asked my mother.

"I'll walk home or see if someone can give me a ride. It's nice out, so don't worry about it."

"Alright, if you change your mind, let me know."

I ended the call and scanned the parking lot. Chris hadn't shown up yet. I looked down at my phone as my finger hovered over Titus's name. Just in case, I left a note by my computer saying I was with Chris.

"Hey."

I turned around.

Chris nodded at me. "Hurry up before someone sees."

We walked to the far end of the parking lot. Chris unlocked his truck, and we both climbed inside.

He grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face down. "Stay like that until I tell you."

I lay on my knees. My heart rate started to pick up. "I left a note for my parents, Chris. Try something stupid, and they will tell Titus."

"Paranoid much. Maybe I don't want the whole school seeing me with the fag." He turned on the vehicle and pulled out of his parking spot.

As we left the school, I remained bent over with my book bag on the floor. "Can I get up yet?"

"No," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road.

"And I'm paranoid," I breathed. I turned my head the other way and looked out the window at the sky. This position was starting to get uncomfortable. "Chris, really? The glass is tinted. No one is going to see me."

He didn't respond. Groaning, I stayed put and stared at my shoes. I reached down and picked some mud off my laces. This was getting to be ridiculous.

"Is it clear yet?"

Chris's eyes flicked to me before they snapped back to the road. I was going to take that as a yes.

I slowly sat up. "Where the hell are you going? This isn't the way to your house." I spun around in my seat. "Pullover, pullover now!"

He sped up instead as we turned onto the highway.

"Chris! This isn't funny. Stop the truck!"

I didn't receive a reply. No way in hell was I being kidnapped by this psycho. I took out my phone. The brakes squealed as Chris slammed on them. I was thrown into the dash, and my phone flew out of my hands. Chris snatched it as I recovered from having the air knocked out of me.

Pocketing it, he started driving again. "Put on your seatbelt, Aden, or I'll do it again."

"I came to talk!" I pounded my fist on the dashboard. "That's it. I don't want to fight with you."

His face remained emotionless.

"Why are you doing this? Haven't you done enough?"

He started to laugh. "This isn't about you being gay. Do you know how much a werewolf is worth?"

My mouth fell open.

"Fifteen grand—for one werewolf, and that's for a middle rank. The bigger ones bring in even more."

"How do you know that?" I leaned against the door.

"Research, Aden." He shifted in his seat. "After Titus let me in on his little secret, I started searching the internet. Everything started to make sense. Like that night at my party, he didn't get drunk, and toxins, man, those hurt like a bitch." He shook his head. "I knew a normal person couldn't hit that hard."