"You're a-"
"Monster? Yeah, I know, don't remind me," I cut him off, because I don't want to hear it from him right now. I try to stand up from off the ground, but I find my leg is limping from fighting off the cayote.
"I was going to say werewolf."
"What makes you think there's a difference?" I didn't mean to sound so rude and bipolar, but I didn't know how else to react.
Excuse me?
Not now, Luna.
"No, you don't get to ask questions. It's my turn."
Oh no, he souds really pissed.
"Ok, so ask."
He hesitates before he asks anything. He must have so many questions that he can't fully think straight.
"The cayote didn't kill Pete, did he? You did."
I look at him for the longest time, trying to read his face.
There's no point holding it off anymore, he already knows. Luna says.
"Correct," I say quitely.
"You know, I kind of figured that you were the white wolf, after seeing you in my backyard twice. It just never clicked until now. I mean, I never believed in such creatures."
"So, now that you know for sure," I began.
"Yeah?" Ayden asks.
"What do you think of me?"
"I don't really know, to be honest. I don't think you're a monster, though."
"I can be, you know. You told me you saw the news recently. Don't you worry now that I may do the same to you?" Now I'm really starting to limp, and can't stand up straight. "Why haven't you run away yet?"
"If you really wanted to kill me, you had your chance for about three minutes."
He had a point.
"So why did you do it? Kill Pete, I mean."
I don't know how much I should say, and how much I should just leave out, but I start with, "He was following me."
"While you were a wolf? Did he see you change?"
"No, but while I was a human, yes."
"What made you decide on killing him? Were your starving? Speaking of which, is that why you picked at your food during school lunch on your first day?"
"Yes, to picking my food. A werewolf could eat human food, but my pack chooses not to. It's not like it does anything for us. Protein and nutrition for my kind comes from fresh meat. It's what makes us stronger."
"You didn't answer all of my questions."
I am quite for a moment, trying to remember what all it is he asked me.
"I wasn't starving, not really. I could have held my hunger back."
"So why did you do it?"
"I already told you, he was following me."
"So you're saying you ate him because he followed you. What werewolf would just take a teenagers life over that? There has to be more to it than what you're letting on. Now tell me." His voice begins to grow serious, and I know that stalling isn't going to work. He isn't going home until he gets what he wants.
"He, um,"
"Yeah?" He cuts in.
I finally get a hold on standing straight, and say, "Look, I'm sorry I killed your friend, ok? You have every right to be mad at me, but I had no other choice."
