Love & Letters

A Full Moon Ch. 07

I took the next day off, any normal human would have after a knife wound to the side, but truth be told it hurt as if I were a regular guy. The scratches were slower in healing than normal and Pat says it's because of the silver in my system which would be gone soon enough. The evening spent at Pat's apartment was one of the worst in memory. Feverish, chills, sweats, nausea and of all things...I was hornier than I could remember. The entire place smelled so much like Patrick that I was inundated by his scent and it drove me crazy. There was no escaping it. Pat knew what I was going through and he said I would be in the bed and he would be in the couch. Dylan was taking the guest room.

"No buts, Jon. You're hurt worse than you're wanting to let on. I can feel the heat from here." He was standing a good ten feet away.

"I'll be fine, right?" He nodded and I settled back into the bed that smelled so much of him, but in a stale way. He had not slept in the bed for the past few weeks. I looked for Dylan, but he was already sleeping in the next room. "So...why?"

Pat shook his head. "I don't know, but I'll do some digging. Dad knows a lot more than he lets on about the outside workings. The question I want answered is what the hell were Ferals doing in the middle of Salem. There are at least fifty Lycans between your house and the edge of the city in all directions. Someone would have seen them, smelled them, or whatever. It doesn't add up."

I nodded, somewhat startled by the fact that there were so many Lycans near my house. It was daunting and a bit unnerving. "Under it."

"The sewers. I'll ask Gene to poke around. He knows it the best out of all of us."

Pat didn't even try to wake me for work the day after, and Dylan stayed home from school as well. He watched me like a mother hen all day, sketching away when not doing his homework which was done in less than an hour. Sketch after sketch, he depicted the nightmare of the last night too well. His main focuses were the Ferals. Also how the brains looks splattered on the wall. When asked, he said he was fine. I didn't pry, no sense in it as I knew he would not tell me if he didn't want to. When my fever was high he brought me a lot of water and cold compresses which he changed out after only a minute since they had gotten hot.

When Pat got home he looked to be in one mondo good mood. He brought in his laptop on a TV tray and set it up. "This will make your day. I wish you had seen it." He held up a DVD and put it on.

The scene was the office building board room and the heads of all the departments were there along with Angus and Mr. Andrews. It was footage from security cameras. "May I ask why you have asked us here, Mr. Andrews?" Angus asked and I could tell he was not happy.

"Simple. Two Ferals were in the heart of Salem last night." The heads looked confused and mumbled a bit to themselves. "We will get to what happened in a moment, but this is the second time in three months they have been allowed into Pack territory." Mr. Andrews was steadily staring Angus right in the eyes, the most obvious challenge in all of the animal kingdom. "Twice and both times it directly affected my son. I will say this crystal clear, Angus. If any more Ferals come within ten miles of this city while your training period is in effect then I will remove you." The grin that split my face at the suppressed anger in Angus's could not be stopped.

"You are well within your rights to..." Angus began, but Mr. Andrews held up his hand even as he interrupted him.

"And if said Ferals come within sight of my son, Jonathan Davenport or young Dylan Parker, then I will have you removed from the Pack, this city, and this planet. I will kill you myself if my son is so threatened again. Is that clear?" Angus's jaw worked and I heard him grinding his teeth, but he nodded all the same. "Good. This has been your only mistake, Angus, but it has been a costly one. See it does not happen again. If not, I say publicly you will become Leader."