The Werewolves Of Redford (And My Mate.)

Chapter 3 - The Fight

Recap:

And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, it did.

My eyes snapped open, and looming right in front of my face were three huge wolves. They were all in tense positions, facing the door with angry eyes. Naturally, I screamed. What else would you do if you had just woken up and were faced with three gigantic maneaters sitting in front of your door?

It doesn't happen often, but now that it did, I screamed. Loudly.

The wolves spun around, snarling with wild, terrorizing looks on their faces. One of them snapped a bark to the others and they seemed to relax, before jumping out of the open window. What was that?

"Ugh... It's only six thirty." I exhaled, my heartbeat slowing to a mere pounding. I really had to ask Forrest about this. How did they even get in- what were they doing here?

As usual, it was jeans and a shirt for school, some too-sweet cereal and I was out the door, running; because I was already late. Times like this were when I wished I could turn into a werewolf.

***

"Sorry Miss Hansen." I gasped as I rushed into class. Miss Hansen, a stern thirty five year old whose main aim seemed to be to obliterate all fun in education, pointed towards my usual chair. I plopped into it, my cheeks burning. The whole class was snickering.

"I could have brought you, you know." A smooth voice whispered. I almost choked; Jake was next to me!

"What? How did you-"

"It's called enrolling in school." He chuckled, flipping me a pencil. I threw it at him, annoyed.

"I don't need your hospitality... Or your sarcasm." I scowled, getting my own pencils out.

"Class, I would appreciate if you listened." Miss Hansen said dryly, staring at me.

"He started it!" I shot indignantly. If you start a conversation, you should be blamed on it too.

"I'm sure he did. Now, today, we will be learning..." From there what I heard was blah blah blah since I was glaring at Jake.

"Hey, d'you want to come hang out with us on Friday?" Aaron, a guy sitting across from me- a hooker who always threw parties and got girls drunk- flipped his hair towards me. This caught me by surprise; why on earth would the lowlife populars at this school want me at their party? Aaron winked at me, not giving me a chance to respond.

"Here's my number if you need it. I'm pretty sure you will someday." He gave me a slip of paper with unreadable numbers on it- the jerk obviously didn't learn to write legibly. Again, I didn't get a word in edgeways because Jake was growling furiously, practically smashing the desk in half and lunging at Aaron.

"Douche, she won't ever need your number-" He hissed, tackling Aaron to the floor and punching him repeatedly. The whole class made a sort of hushed 'oooh' sound, sort of like when you get owned in an argument. Except when you argue there's not usually the possibility of you turning into a werewolf.

"Jake, stop it!" I cried, Aaron was a complete idiot but I didn't want him to get killed. So I grabbed Jake's shaking arm and pulled him away which was surprisingly easy, but his arm sort of went limp at my touch.

"Jake, please calm down. You can't shift here." I muttered under my breath. Jake was still glaring with venom in his eyes at Aaron, who was struggling up off the floor. Miss Hansen ran to help him up and dragged him outside; presumably to the nurse. Poor kid.

"Jake." I took matters into my own hands, pulling the face on him. I was doing what Forrest said after all, taking advantage of the supposed mate thing. Trembling my lower lip a little, I looked up at him with big, tear filled eyes.

"I don't want you to smash everything." I whispered. At once he scooped me into his arms and starting whispering,

"Crap, I'm so sorry," Over and over into my hair. After about three seconds I realized everyone was still staring at us and I pulled away, desperately ignoring the burning sensation all over me. It felt good.

"Nothing to see here, people." I stammered, waving at the zombie teenagers who were gazing at us with open mouths. Oh great.

***

If I had to give that school day a rating out of ten, I'd give it -1000000. Really. Jake had been practically following me all day, making sure he got a locker next to mine, even if he had to threaten the guy beside me and trying to pay for my food. The last thing I needed was an obsessive stalker.

"I'll take her home." Forrest appeared beside me, nodding at Jake. Jake growled lowly but thankfully made no objections- the only thing he did was give me a hug before I could say anything. Stop hugging me, it felt too good to be acceptable.

"Bring her home safely or I'll kill you." He spat at Forrest and stalked off, his fists clenched.

"I think he's still a bit tense over me being your best friend. He has this idea that we're like together." Forrest smirked.

"Ew!" I stuck my tongue out at Forrest.

"Yeah, I'd hate to be with you too." Forrest laughed and tossed me the keys to his beat up pickup truck. "You're driving."

"Okay." I slid into the seat. "Hey, Forrest, why is Jake here?"

"I don't know... It's odd, because werewolves don't usually change territory like that. And there's something odd about him, because I've never seen any of his pack around here." Forrest told me.

I frowned, igniting the gas and stepping forward. I had a feeling that I needed to find something out about Jake, something big. "How do you know that he's an alpha then?"

"I can smell it."

"So he's boss of his pack, right?"

"Yeah," Forrest paused, "But usually his mum and dad would be Alpha and Beta. Beta's the second in command, by the way."

"Right... Oh god, I still can't take all this in." I sighed, referring to the whole werewolf thing. "It seems like one crazy dream."

"I know, I felt that way too..."

I made up my mind, deciding to find out more about Jake as soon as I could.