The Hunter's Daughter Series: The Blood Moon

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

I stood outside an old wooden two story house and walked up to the old oak door, this dark gloomy house was apparently where Nate lived.

Hesitantly I knocked on the door and could feel it give a solid knocking sound in reply. The door began to make a piercing sound at the hinges as a child of about ten years opened the door, “What do you want?” snarled the boy.

“I’ve come over to see Nate!” I replied shifting uncomfortably in my sweater.

“Oh, I thought you were one of those doors knocking sales people my Grandma hates! He’s up the stairs to the left, first door on the right. The left one is my room, keep out of it!” He snarled again and walked out of the hall.

The stair case creaked and whined like a crying baby, I knocked on the door still questioning my decision to come see him on a Saturday morning and wondering had I made the right choice.

“Come in” a voice called from behind the door, I turned the doorknob this was now or never I thought to myself.

I saw him lying on an old rustic Victorian bed, he had a gamer’s magazine in his hands and when he saw it was me who’d entered he shoved it under his doona cover. “Evelina you’re alright!” He said like no one had told him what had happened to me twenty four hours ago.

“Yes, but I thought I better come over and see how you were.” I spoke slowly still feeling almost hesitant that being here was not the greatest of ideas.

He moved in his small double bed to be able to see me better, and he winced as he shifted to the right a little more. Instantly I was at his side, something wasn’t quite right!

I tugged at his shirt and he tugged to keep it down, I could totally sense he was hiding a secret. Exhaustion eventually stopped him from fighting me and that’s when I saw it. The bite!

Bruises were thick over his skin and the bite was reddish and covered in dry blood that was forming into tiny scabs around the individual tooth marks. I gasped at how ghastly it was “I thought you only had cuts and bruises!”

He winced again pulling the t-shirt back over it, “Well I lied!”

“But why would you do that?” I asked confused and frightened.

“That Wolf wasn’t just a native North American wolf Evelina!” He feverishly pulled back the covers of his bed and walked his way over to a tiny old desk in the far corner of the room.

“Then what was it? Because what I saw was a wolf wanting to eat us up!”

“When it had bitten me it turned to human form, it did exactly what a Werewolf can do Evelina!”

“Werewolves’ are mythical legend Nate they’re not real!” why was myself saying that, when maybe what he was saying was true. It’d explain some things if it was truth enough, but like fairies this was all just fairytale magic not a twenty-first century reality.

“I can prove it!” He said opening the desk draw and pulling out a pile of sketches, one in particular caught my attention.

The face was divided in half, half man and half wolf. Every feature in the drawing looked realistic, there was detail to a magnitude not even any famous artist would of created such perfection.

“You drew this?” I asked leaning against the desk, I was feeling nauseous and dizzy.

“I did it last night as soon as the hospital let me go; it was like my normal love for drawing was on overdrive as I drew it. I just couldn’t stop, I drew a whole series of pictures dedicated to the wolf and then I drew this!” He replied sounding enthusiastic.

This picture was different because I recognised the features of this boy and the wolf; it was Nate only he too now looked half divided into man and wolf.

I moved away from the desk and gasped, quickly losing balance and falling backwards towards an old trunk sitting in front of the old bed. Nate was behind me catching my fall well before I let out another heart beat, “Careful!” he said with a smile sitting me down on the edge of his bed.

“T t tttthat makes you a Werewolf now? Doesn’t it?” I stuttered out, I could feel him sit beside me and his arm go around my back.

“Well I’m guessing it does, but I’m more concerned as to why the wolf didn’t kill me.”

“Do you think it’s possible it has a secret plot for you?” I asked though I was still coming to terms with the reality of it all.

“Evelina you can’t tell anyone about this!” he turned to face me once again wincing in mild pain.

Why would I tell anyone about it as a normal sane person would think I was nuts.

“I wouldn’t dare!” I replied.

“I trust you enough to know you wouldn’t, feeling as I do now like my body is changing I feel there is something different about you.” He spoke so softly it felt like he was whispering into my ears.

It the truth were known I’d discovered in 24hrs the boy I deeply like had turned into a werewolf and I myself could communicate with them. But so far I’d not said a word about it, because as troubling as it were I thought clearly becoming a wolf was more mind blowing obviously.

“Evelina?” I snapped back out of my thoughts at the call of my name. “Are you alright?”

“Just thinking...” I responded unsure about what I’d truly been thinking of.

“Despite everything I’m sorry last night didn’t go how we’d hoped for, that comment caught me off guard because realising it now I didn’t know what to expect last night anyways. After all I felt like I was getting mixed signals and then this... “Maybe we could do it again?”

What go out late on a Friday night and nearly get eaten by a werewolf, which we’ve just come to know now bit you and your facing the chance. Actually forget about facing the chance, we practically could tell your going to turn into a werewolf yourself come next full moon.

“What part?” I asked coming back to my senses.

“The almost kiss part!” he said turning me to face him, I looked into his eyes and could see my reflection in them. His eyes were glassy and different then the last time I’d gazed into them, “I’ve never wanted anyone or felt like this about anyone before.”

Felt like what? My head buzzed anxiously with dozens of questions, but what it came down to was he felt something for me. Be it love or lust I knew I felt something in return.

Her beauty entices me, but there lies something so forbidden about her this whole desire feels wrong.

From a simple caress of his hot skin against my cool one I’d heard his thoughts just like I’d heard the wolf’s last night, spooked I found my feet and ran down the stairs Nate shouting behind me.

“Evelina what’s wrong?”

I ran down the stairs and fiddled frantically with the door, eventually it opened but not of my own accord but by an elderly woman. And Familiar one too!

“Evelina don’t go!” I heard Nate at the bottom of the stairwell I turned and saw him he looked perplexed at my sudden need to escape. Meanwhile the Elderly Woman looked angry and defied to see me in her house in her presence and nether the less a guest of Nate’s.

My eyes would recognise her anywhere to be the woman from the gas station, “Who are you?” the woman asked confused looking at both Nate and I.

I felt my skin go pale and I stepped back to allow her in defiantly planning to make a get away after that exact moment, only Nate caught my hand.

“This is Evelina Hayes, Grandmother?” Nate said sounding enthused then sounding concern within seconds as he noticed the old woman’s eyes narrow at me.

“Get her out of the house, quick smart...” but there was no need to get me out of the house I was already running for my life and the car.