Werewolf Meets Huntress

Chapter 5. Fresh Meat

Lucas dashed to his bathroom and onto his bathtub. He turned the shower on and fell into a quivering mess. He let the cold water cool his body, but he still felt inexplicably sick.

He got up, a tripping as he struggled to walk. He caught the edge of his sink and he pulled himself up weakly.

His reflection was pure chaos. He was starting to sprout thick tufts of hair, his teeth grew longer and sharper and his eyes were glowing a bright yellow. He looked so unnatural and horrifying. Something straight out of a horror movie.

He could hear someone banging on his bedroom door. He shot out and he could hear Farkle screaming.

"Lucas open up!" He yelled.

"It's too dangerous Farkle!"

"Lucas it's okay just open up," Farkle slammed his shoulder into the door. "Open the door damn it!"

Lucas mind went elsewhere. He opened the door, letting a flustered Farkle in. "Riley. Where's Riley?"

"She got a ride home," Farkle said dismissing that part of the conversation quickly. "Look I've got chains. We can chain you up or something. You can start feeling blood lust and it's too dangerous to have you like this."

"Farkle I know who bit me," Lucas stated.  "I also think he was the one he ripped that girl's body in half. It was Darren. Darren Hemming. "

Farkle paled. "Lucas...Darren drove Riley home."

Lucas snarled ferociously, his eyes flashed violently and he flung his body out the window with the agility of a cat, landing on the leave strewed earth soundlessly. He let out an angry, unbridled howl.

He started dashing through the woods letting his nose guide him towards the familiar scent of vanilla and honeysuckle.

Meanwhile, Farkle was racing to get to Riley's house and not bothering to stay under the speed limit. He was a driving recklessly, his heart hammering in his chest.

He finally got to Riley's house and he ran to ring the door frantically. A small boy with curly brown hair and light eyes opened the door.

"Hi," Farkle started. "Look uh is your mom here? Any parental figure? I'm a friend of Riley's . A good friend. Look this going to sound crazy but your parents need to-"

"Riley it's for you!" The boy yelled, eyeing Farkle oddly. "This is what my dad warned me about. Weirdos come out when it's past my bedtime."

"Farkle?" Riley was bounding down the stairs confused, still wearing her dress but her jacket was missing.

"Oh thank God," Farkle sighed relieved at the sight of a still breathing Riley Matthews.

Lucas's had adjusted well to the dark (a werewolf plus) which was what helped him pinpoint Riley's jacket hanging from a lone branch so easily. He found it by scent. Her scent was all over it, but she was nowhere in sight.

A strong body tackled him to the ground, growling and trying to hold him down. Darren Hemming was staring down at Lucas with an authoritative glint in his glowing blue werewolf eyes.

"Where is she?" Lucas snapped, thrashing on his grip.

Lucas managed to wiggle out of Darren's grip and hauled his body up and punched Darren on the jaw. Darren hissed and tossed Lucas's body off him towards the tree.

Lucas hit the tree with a resounding whack and he growled viciously.

"She's safe," Darren said his voice even as he stretched his hand towards him. "Riley's safe." He could see Lucas's visibly soften but he didn't take his hand.