The Lone Wolf

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I don’t remember how long I stood in front of Sam, staring at nothing.  Finally he shook me out of my reverie and asked me if I was okay. 

I looked up at him, then behind him where I saw Jackson walking up.  As soon as I saw him I wanted to run up to him and hug him, then cry.  But when he saw me his face changed to hide whatever emotions had been there, and suddenly I felt sick.

“I need to go,” I told Sam, then ran the other way into the courtyard.  I sucked the cold air in deeply, trying the clear my head and stop the dizziness that was trying to take over.  My heart was beating way to fast and I was breaking out into a sweat, even thought it was probably only 20 degrees out.

When my body started shaking I realized I was about to shift.  In the middle of my school.

Oh no you’re not, I told myself harshly.

Slowly, I got up and started walking out towards the other exit in the courtyard.  Once I got to it I head straight to the doors that lead outside school, the whole time the shaking in my body was getting worse.

I clenched my teeth, forcing myself to breathe deep and hold off shifting until I was outside and in the woods. 

Thankfully, no one saw or stopped me as I left school using a side door.  I ran as fast as I could towards the woods. As soon as the trees covered me I let myself shift. 

It didn’t matter that I had already spent the entire weekend running.  My energy now felt pent up again and I needed to release my nerves somehow.  So I ran.

And ended up at the house where the party was.  From there it was easy to find Jamie’s scent.

I followed her scent for about ¾ of a mile, where it mixed with two other scents.  Wolves.  A growl ripped through me as my anger reached a high point.  Not only could I smell the wolves, but also Jamie’s blood.

I ran faster as I kept following the scent of the wolves, and within seconds I found the spot where they had found Jamie’s body.  The smell of her murder was so strong I could practically picture it in my head.  I knew that there were two wolves involved, but there was something off about their scent, although I couldn’t fully detect it.

After the wolves had finished with Jamie’s bodies they had run north.  I followed the scent for over an hour, and every mile I ran my excitement would increase as I thought about tearing apart the wolves that had killed someone in my territory.

But suddenly, the trail stopped at a road that I didn’t recognize.  But how was that possible?  Something’s scents don’t just stop existing.

Unless they got in a car…

No.  That’s impossible.  Wolves can’t drive.

It was then that the fact that I had just run over an hour at blinding speeds hit me.  The trail that I had followed was almost 200 miles long, and at least 2 days old.  No normal wolf could have traveled that distance in that amount of time.  And no normal wolf could jump in a car and drive away.

But I could.  Which means the wolves that killed Jamie were like me.

It also meant I was no longer alone.