Saving Grace

Chapter 6

I want to send out my sincerest apologies to those of you that have been waiting on this update. As you know from the previous update my softball season had been a little bit crazy. And unbeknownst to me, as soon as that ended I began volunteering. My schedule has been packed and my mind not really on writing. But coming back to over a thousand reads has inspired me. So I thank you all! And I hope you enjoy this chapter!

~S.M.S

Darkness consumed him as he chugged what little was left from the beer bottle in his hand. He wasn't of legal age to drink, but ever since leaving his parent's house he had the urge too lose himself. Whether that be by drinking himself to death, or transforming and just running; he didn't care.

But as the rain fell and assaulted the ground with its coldness, he determined that the God up there was telling him to become an alcoholic. "Let the Gods speak," Blake slurred to no one in particular, seeing as his cave was utterly empty. "All alone," he murmured to himself, then down another swig of his liqour.

Trace had yet to come back, not that Blake could blame him. It was pouring cats and dogs, and Trace had been quite ticked with the way Blake had acted. The pitter patter of the droplets was nothing compared to the sporadic beating of Blake's headache. Thumping at his skull in anger with himself, he was sure his mind was preparing to commit a fatal blow for the way that he had acted. 

He threw the bottle against the wall and watched the pretty colors that turned to shards of glass. Blake was one for being calm during his drunken stupors, something he was proud of when he was sober. A state that he tried to remain in since that horrible day, that he wouldn't ever be able to erase from his mind. 

Instead of fretting on the past, Blake decided to fight for what he believed in. Which at the very moment was his little brother. He knew Clayten was taken care of. His parents would be sure of it. But Blake cared about his brother and felt it unright that he couldn't see him. 

The transformation took place as soon as he had made up his mind. Fur stretched across his lithe wolf body and his eyes became a beady grey. On all fours, his body was closer to the ground but that didn't stop the rain from soaking to his bones. Dripping, his thick fur clung to his body as he sprinted through through the woods. 

He took the same path that he had in his human form. The same brambles stuck to his skin and knotted in the long shags of hair that dangled from his body. In his true form, it took less time for him to reach the house and it was much easier to creep up to the porch without being noticed. Not a neighbor seemed to be peeking out the windows, as they often would, with the view only being a storm fit for kings. 

Through the window, he looked. Only to find that his brother sat all by his lonesome in the living room. That was when it hit him. His parents tended to hunt every few days, which meant Clayten could possibly be by himself. Blake's wolf mind kicked and before he could stop himself he was barreling through the door. 

Clayten screamed, throwing his toys in the air in utter shock before sprinting from the room faster than what Blake had expected of his little legs. But then again, he hadn't really expected him to run either. Shaking his entire body like a dog, Blake rid his fur of the tiny droplets that had clung to him.

Blake followed the way that Clayten had ran and found his brother hovering behind a woman who was holding a butcher's knife. Her hands were calm and steady, but her body smelled of fear. Her heart racing pounded through Blake's ears. She wore a simple pair of blue jeans, a tee shirt that sported the word 'cheer'. 

"I don't know how you got in the house, but I assure you I know how you're going to get out," the girl whispered, whether it was to him or not he wasn't sure. The metal knife gleamed as the chandelier light caught it. It flashed into Blake's eyes, causing his wolf form to whimper and cower. 

They weren't vampires they could handle light. But the sudden flash right into his delicate pupils sent pain radiating to his brain. But when he found that he could handle it all he felt was anger. He just wanted to see his brother and this obnoxious woman was trying to blind him with a cooking knife! 

Baring his teeth, he growled and began to stalk towards them. Around the tall island, he went. The pads of his paws softly echoing through the kitchen as his nails scrapped the tiles like nails scratching a blackboard. But the woman's eyes never wavered.

Behind her, standing on the counter, was Clayten. He watched the wolf with sour eyes that were misty with unshed tears. His hands clung to the woman's shoulders as if he could pull her up onto the counter if something went wrong. Her back was pressed to the cabinets, no where for her to go. But she didn't run.

And she didn't leave Clayten. 

And when Blake growled again, his anger consuming his entire body Clayten burst into tears. Screaming, he turned and banged his tiny fists against the wooden cabinets behind him. "Blake!" He screamed through his cries. "Stop it! You're scaring me!"

And just like that Blake was calm. Realizing that his brother knew who he was but was still frightened chilled him to the bone, worse than the rain had. Shrinking back, knowing that what he was about to do, would surely get him killed. 

He transformed back into a human. Right infront of the girl who was holding a knife that couldn't kill him unless stabbed through his heart. 

He was a rule breaker, this he knew. He had just broken another of his pack's sacred rules. Never reveal yourself to a human. Well, he couldn' t go back now.