Wolf Girl

Chapter 18

*One year later*

I approach Mother's house after school one Monday afternoon, to see that both her and Randy's cars are not in the driveway.

"Weird," I mumble to myself. I walk to the door, and knock. There was a weird emptiness radiating from the door, so my curiosity causes me to open it only to see that the entire house was empty. My mouth drops open as I walk through the empty house.

I walk down the hall on the left, and step into Mother's room. I look to where their bed used to stand, and it was not there. How could she not tell me that she was moving? She can't raise me my whole life just to leave without telling me!

I walk into the kitchen, and sit on the tile floor. They're gone. This can't be... She doesn't want to see my face anymore... They probably adopted another better and more normal daughter...

I pull out my math notebook, and begin to do my homework there. The emptiness of the small house engulfed me as I did my work. It was soothing, yet it had a strong eeriness to it that I did not like. Being in my old home was calming enough for me to be able to get some work done.

. . .

I decide to run home as a wolf once I finish my homework. It would be quicker that way.

I undress myself, shove my clothes into my book bag, sling it over my back, and shift. I trot to my old house's front door, and push it open with my nose. I glance behind me to look at the empty living room, and run out of the door.

I immediately go into stealth mode. I jump from bush to bush, trying to hide myself from any humans. When I reach the area where the woods begin to grow, I smell the air for something funny. I inhale deeply and smell something similar to Alan and I's scents.

"Shifter." My mind told me. What is a shifter? I smell around for what this new thing could be.

I trail off into the woods, until I stop to see a young, naked, and dirty boy laying on the ground. He was obviously injured. I run over to him, and shift back into my human. I realized that he was breathing really heavily and slowly. He turned to lay on his back, showing me that he had deep claw gashes in his chest.

"A-aren't you a Junior at m-my high school..?" he asked me, very slowly. I take a close look at him, and realize that he does go to the same school as I do: he's a Freshman.

"Yes, Morgan Evergreen is my name," I say.

"Daniel Gray," he said, smiling. He hid the pain in his eyes very well. I smile back at him.

"I'm gonna help you out here, Daniel," I say, picking him up.

"You're a shifter too?" he asked.

"I'm a werewolf," I reply.

"I-I shift into a coyote," he said. After he said that, he began to go unconscious.

"Daniel?" I panickly, but gently, shook him, attempting to wake him up again. I shift, and carefully sling him onto my back. I listen, making sure that I can hear his slow breathing, and I run him to my house.

It wasn't quite rush hour yet, so I wouldn't think that anybody would've really seen a giant wolf carrying a small boy on it's back.

The boy was very skinny and small, much like a coyote. His olive skin was covered in dirt and dried blood. His chest slowly moved up and down, showing that he was barely breathing.

Once I get home, I throw myself through the front door, and grab Mom's attention by barking at her very loudly. Mom quickly rushes over to me from the kitchen, grabs the boy, and runs him upstairs to the bathroom. As I'm standing over him while Mom cleans him off in the bathtub, I notice all of the cuts on his body.

He had them all over his face, arms, legs, stomach, and chest. Each cut was scarily deep, and the blood that had gushed from each mark was now dry. Some of the marks still had a bit of blood dripping out of them.

"Morgan, go put some clothes on while I'm cleaning him up," Mom orders. I walk out of my bathroom, and run to my bedroom. I shift back to my human form, not caring that I am naked, and that Dax and Rose are both in my bedroom with me. I grab a pair of underwear, a bra, and a shirt. I quickly put it all on, and run back into the bathroom. When I return, I see that Daniel had partially regained consciousness.

The boy weakly growls every time Mom tries to clear out one of his cuts. Daniel shakily moves his hand toward his face to move his light brown hair out of his eyes. He then lightly places a finger to one of the deep cuts over his eye, and cringes when he does so. Whatever had attacked him could've torn out his eye.

"What attacked you?" I asked Daniel, trying to hide the panic in my voice.

"R-rouges..." he replied, and faded off once again. My eyes widen as Daniel's flutter shut. They can't be back now, can they? The leader died years ago! I smirk at the memory.

"What are you smiling about, Morgan?!" Mom yells at me while she scrubs dirt off Daniel's face with my bar of soap. My bar of soap.

"I'm not smiling," I say, which was the truth. I dart into my room, and immediately grab my phone to call Alan.