The Bite

Chapter 11: Temporary Home

Night [2:18 am]
Tuesday

   I slowly creeped open my door and peaked my head through. I scanned the hall, making sure not a single person could be heard or seen before closing my door. 'This is it.' I sighed. 'It's for their own safety, we're protecting them.' Meo reassured me.

   I nodded, feeling myself begin to sweat as I rubbed my balmy hands up and down my pants. 'Yeah...yeah you're right.' I sat on my bed when the faint squeal of tired entered my sensitive ears. I grabbed my two bags and walked over to my window, spotting a black SUV parked along the sidewalk in front of my house.

   I made sure I had everything with me, my phone, charger and laptop before looking around my room. "I'm sorry you guys..." I muttered before opening the window and climbing through. I crouched my way across the small of the roof, making sure to close my window back before leaning over the edge of the house.

   I see Meo sat in the drivers seat, looking up at me. Let's go. He mouthed with a wave of his hand. I looked behind me before jumping in to the bushes placed on the other side of the porch before rushing to the car.

   As I got into the passenger seat I threw my bags in the back, which was all it took for Meo to speed off down the road, not even waiting for me to put my seat belt on. "How you doin?" He asked, a small grimace on his face, probably because he already knew the answer to his own question.

   "Why are you asking when you already know." I chuckled, tapping my fingers against the door handle. "You could kill them, Cameron. You get that right?" He said, being as blunt as always. I know he wasn't trying to be rude or mean, but his tone suggested otherwise. "I do." I mumbled.

   He's quiet for a minute before speaking up, "I'm sorry I just— I don't want you to have to experience that, ever.." He sighed, "your pain, is my pain." He added, and if it weren't for my enhanced hearing I don't think I would've picked it up. But then my thoughts traveled back to what he had said.

   "People have..they've—" I stuttered, failing to find the right words.

   "Torn their families apart because of the shift? Yes. More times than you can count. But it's not their fault, neither their beast. It's instinct, a primal urge that even the wolf or lycan itself cannot tame."

   "But, aren't they supposed to have people like you. The person who bit them, I mean?" I asked. To which he nodded, "yes. But some may die before being able to teach them, or some just simply don't care, even though there's a strict law against it for this very reason." He grit out.

   "But it's not always the one that bit you that's at fault. Sometimes the original wolf tries talking to someone they bit, only to be called crazy or ignored. I heard stories once, from an old pack member. He said he had a friend who bit a human and that that human wouldn't listen."

   He went on, and I just sat there watching his every move as he told the story. Though it was a bit difficult with the way my heart pounded in my chest.

   "So on the night of the full moon, the human was in his home, his wife in bed and his two children asleep. He attacked them, tore his wife to pieces.." he muttered, a far away look in his eyes. I swallowed harshly, dreading the answer to my question. "And his kids..?"

   "They survived, barely. Life support, his oldest lost an eye and the youngest a leg, they were lucky. If you can even consider that lucky." He scoffed, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.