The Wolf Inside Me

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 (Werewolf)

Clay scoped me up, and I heard the creak of the front door opening. I buried my face into his shirt to muffle my sobs.

I guess David and Sarah thought I was asleep, because I heard Clay tell them I had a rough time, and he was taking me to my bedroom.

I felt terrible, doing this to him. I didn't want to be the clingy depressed girl that he was responsible for.

I notice him going up stairs, and then he turned right after walking down a short hallway.

I felt Clay laying me on a bed, and then the bed dipped as he climbed in beside me.

My first thought was, 'Holy crap, we're in the same bed.' Then 'I look terrible, my eyes are probably red and puffy.' And finally 'Get a grip Kate!'

We sat in silence for awhile, until Clay finally asked,

"Do you want to talk about it?"

I was tempted to shake my head no, but Clay needed to know why I was acting like this.

I took a deep breath, finding my voice.

"I'm so sorry, Clay. It's just, my parents. I miss them so much. And it hurts to know that-...I could have saved them. I should have saved them, Clay. But I just left, like a coward and-" my breath hitched and I had to stop and breath.

Clay made soothing noises, and tried to calm me down.

But I had to go on. Had to get this off my chest.

"And then you mentioned my wolf being grey, and I know it's not your fault. There was no way for you to know- and my dad's wolf was grey, and it was just too much....and-"

Now I was full out crying, and I probably was a mess. But I couldn't stop. Clay just sat with me until I cried myself out.

When I was done, I looked up at Clay.

"I bet you weren't expecting that." I said, embarrassed beyond belief.

Clay surprised me by hugging me.

"It's ok, Kate. I know how you feel. My parents died two years ago. When I turned sixteen, They came. The SCA killed them, just because they wouldn't tell them where I was.

I was hiding in a cupboard, watching the whole thing."

Clay closed his eyes, fighting off memories.

"I watched them die. Watched them kill my mother first, to get my dad to talk. Then my dad when he wouldn't talk."

I wondered briefly why them would kill Clays parents, instead of taking them back to their labs.

Clay must have seen the question in my eyes because he said,

"They weren't my real parents. I was adopted, when my real parents were killed by the SCA when I was four.They were technically my aunt and uncle. They weren't werewolves, but they knew I was. So if they wouldn't talk they weren't of any use to Them. My aunt and uncle treated me like their own. I loved them very much."

Clay took a deep breath, and I knew he had to continue, just like I did.

"When They killed my parents, the adoptive ones, I escaped and was put into foster care, being only 15 at the time. I've been moving constantly ever since."

I was stunned.

"Wow, I'm so sorry Clay."

I had been complaining, but Clay hadn't so much worse. He had lost two sets of parents.

Clay sighed and got up.

"I'll let you go to bed, you probably really tired." Clay smiled and left quietly.

I couldn't believe how much had happened today. I had my first change, and learned about Clay's past. So much had happened, it felt like years ago when I awoke this morning.

I wasn't even remotely tired until Clay mentioned it. Now I was yawning, and I curled up under the covers, not even caring that I was still in my clothes. They were comfortable anyways.

I drifted into a fitful sleep, dreaming of my parents, a painful change, and a midnight black wolf.

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So a little shorter chapter there, sorry!

You know the drill!