The Choice

The Bet

The bell rang signifying the end of school and the actual start to my day. It was a Friday so the plan was to get to Ryan's as fast as I could and crash on his couch till the others show up and we begin our scary movie marathon.

I jump out of my seat, zoom through the hallway, rush through the parking lot and into my beautiful black jeep and book it to Ryan's.

I'm flying down the road and yes I'm speeding but just a little bit. Maybe. What can I say, I live for the thrill and all. People tell me all the time that I must've been some race car driver or something in my past life which is probably true.

I whip a turn and see something right in front of me. I slam on my brakes and skid to a stop but not soon enough. I hop out of my jeep and rush towards the bloody fuzz ball right in front of me.

"Fucking werewolves!" I mutter. "If I'm late I swear to the damn wolf king I will find a way to hex you"

The wolf suddenly transforms into a human and rolls onto his back. There's a huge gash running across his chest and other small scratches littering his body. I have to do something about the wound across his chest because he's going to bleed out before he can heal.

I quickly scan the area and check for anybody around who could see what I'm about to do. Once I make sure nobody's watching I gently place my hand over his wound and focus on healing him.

"Percuro confervo." I mutter.

His would starts to slowly knit together, it's kinda a gross thing to see but at least he's not bleeding out. The perks of being a witch is this kinda stuff, only downside is that there is a lot of people who want to use me to their own advantage thinking that having a witch under there control means they can bend and break any rule that gets in their way. Ignorant fools.

I remove my hands and reveal just a small scratch that will heal in seconds due to the werewolf's fast healing. I inspect his body to make sure there's no more major wounds and I realize that there's no wounds but he's completely naked. A blush flames across my cheeks and I rush to my jeep and grab a pair of sweat pants. When you're friend with a bunch of werewolves you start to carry spare clothes everywhere, literally, there's a pair of shorts in my purse.

I quickly throw the sweats over him and I see a smirk rise on his face.

"Ya know for a pretty little thing like yerself ya sure do have a mouth on ya." he mumbles.

"Good, you're alive. Now I can leave." I respond an check my clocks. "Shit! I'm late, they probably started without me."

I dash back to my jeep and hop right in. I go down the road at a slightly slower pace then before, not even looking back at the guy I left on the road.

I arrive at Ryan's and swing the door open and run into the living room.

" Hey boys! Sorry I'm late!" I apologize.

"Oh thank god you're finally here! I need you're help." Ryan gives me his puppy dog eyes.

"He needs you to hack into the Wolves Allegiance!" Tony yells from the couch.

"Please, I want to work on the guard but they'll never let me after that time I was caught stealing from that shop, which was a dare Tony made," he sends a glare to Tony, "I just need you to wipe my record."

"Fine" I say, it wouldn't be my first time hacking them so I don't really care.

Ryan flashes me a grateful smile, "Thanks so much Aspen! I don't know what I'd do with out you."

"You know I'm still charging you like everybody else, right?" I verify.

"Come on! I thought we were friends." He pouts.