The Reality of Unrealistic

19- I'll Hold Out For You

SONG An Honest Man, Fantastic Negrito

I woke up next to Mishu. Only my feet were chained to the floor, while both his hands and feet were chained. It makes sense because he's a werewolf. I heard voices of men muffled by the walls. It looked like metal surrounding us and there were scratches planted on them. Almost like claw marks.

This could be where other wolves were held in for confinement.

My leg was burning up in excruciating pain. It looked infected. A wolf bit me, AND scratched me. I remembered what happened before we ended up here. A scratch and a bite? If my mythology knowledge is correct, then that means I could turn into a werewolf. God.

I shook Mishu's shoulders. He woke up startled but before he had the chance to yell anything I covered his mouth.

"Where the hell did they take us?" He asked me whispering.

"I have no idea.."

The bolted steel door swung open and an older man walked toward us. He had shiny- probably oily- black hair, it was somewhat long, and it seemed like his beard stubble was a few days old. He looked like he could work for some mafia.

"Who are you? Why are we here?" I demanded answers, but I knew I wasn't going to get them easily.

"That is one nasty injury you have there on your leg. Did I do that?" The man smirked.

Mishu looked at it in horror. He knew what was going to happen to me.

"You and your men attacked me and now you kidnap both of us? Not to mention crashing a teenage party as wolves. Don't be cryptic, tell us why the hell we're here," Mishu urged.

"I want you to join my pack."

I just stared at Mishu. This was insane. There was a good few-minute silence.

"I already knew you would say no, but it's not a choice. Welcome, omega."

"I'm not joining! Let us go!"

He skipped over our demand.

"My name is Javier. I am the alpha, if you didn't register that already. And if you want your friend to leave in one piece, you'll follow my orders."

"She's barely in one piece! You're turning her into a werewolf!"

I was going to be a werewolf. How would Wes react to that?

Why did this guy want Mishu to join him so badly?

Javier leaned down to where I was on the floor. "I've heard a lot about you. You're one special thing."

"Heard what? From who?" I asked.

"Not sure..."

I slapped his face with a free hand. Probably not the best thing to do to a wolf.

His eyes turned a bright red and his claws extended, pressing then against my cheek. He made a growl and took hold of my chin. Those nails are not pretty.

"You remind me of my cat, Vesta." I said indignant in his face. "She doesn't know how to keep her claws to herself either."

Keep his claws to himself? What type of insult is that? Whatever, I'll go with it.

His hot breath was in my face. Luckily for me he retracted the claws and stepped back.

"I'll be in your pack. Just let her leave."

"Ah, I knew you would come to your senses for her, Mishu Clark. I'll see to it she gets home safely."

Two other men came in and unchained me. I would be no match against any of them so I didn't put up a fight as they dragged me along.

"No! Mishu..." I argued, looking him in the eye before I was out of the room.

"I love you," is all he said, with his eyes shut.

"I hope to see you again," Javier said in his condescending voice.

"I love you too," I whispered.

My friend was no longer in sight.

After what felt like hours in my head, I was home now. There was nothing but woods to the sides of the long road back.

What was going to happen to Mishu? I left him with those men. I can't even call the cops.

GOD!

I realized my hand was in a wall. Did I just punch my wall? I slowly retracted my fist from it and saw bloody knuckles. Great. That's a first. My anger was boiling over me. What is going on?

The bite.

I looked down at it and it seemed infected. I took off my destroyed leggings and put shorts on. Ew, is that puss? How do I even take care of a wolf bite?

I ran into my bathroom. There was a sudden painful sensation in my gums. No, no, no, no, no. I looked in the mirror.

"Adair! Are you here?"

"Wesley!" My mouth voiced out.

He stepped into the bathroom.

My eyes turned a glowing grey and my canines elongated.

After staring blankly at my face change, his eyes wandered to the wound on my leg.

"W-werewolf bite?"

"Help me!"

I knew he couldn't. He'd hate me now. I'm a genetic enemy.