Fox and the Hound [Benny Weir] - ✔️ - EDITING

11 • The Walking Brewd

Chapter 11 -
The Walking Brewed

7:45 p.m.

The full moon shines bright in the sky, the light from the moon and the nearby street lamp casting a pleasing yellow on the three of us as we attempt our best to hide from the thudding.

I can feel a gnawing frustration beneath my veins and my teeth grinding together as I attempt to breathe.

The full moon is getting to me.

I send a silent thanks to my late mother for the moon crystal tied around my throat. It isn't perfect, but it assists in keeping my wolf at bay, as long as I focus. But god, it hurts.

My claws are digging into the skin of my palms and I can feel my iris' shift from their standard blue to the piercing ice blue that I gain when I shift. I'm nearly certain the boys are going to shit themselves.

"Oh man," Benny whines, I'm unable to see his face but I can hear the pout, "Why couldn't we be at home watching 'So You Think You Can Fly'...? Eating a triple meat lovers pizza with extra meat."

"Yeah! Instead, our teachers could bash in here any second and scoop out our brains like chip dip," Ethan replies, his voice wobbling as he stares out around the room and a loud bang emphasises his fears.

"Think we could outrun them?"

"I could," I reply softly to Benny, "But you guys? Hell no."

Ethan turns to me, his lips parted before the poor boy jumps, "Your eyes!" He whisper-shrieks, instantly catching the attention of the other brunette.

"I'm fine," I bite, ignoring Benny's concerned gaze and instead glaring at the hall, "I'll be a lot better when I get home."

Any sense of continuation is abruptly cut short as loud banging at the door is heard, alongside groaning as several pairs of eyes gaze at us through the thin glass of the classroom door.

Heh...

The walking brewed.

...

Okay, this is genuinely not the time for jokes Abigail... But eh, it was pretty funny.

"Can't you do anything?" Ethan whips around, his eyebrows pinched in fear and pleading.

I sigh as I shake my head, "Sorry man, I'm not risking hurting you two..."

"Ugh! Where's Sarah? We could really use her help right now..."

Benny winces, looking toward the door, "I don't think she was in a very... helping mood today..."

Ugh... Why does everything have to go to shit...

9 1/2 hours earlier.
9:15 a.m.