Claimed By Wolves (BL)

Seven: I'm a librarian.

       

     And that's not what I'm worried about too. I need to call Eleanor. As soon as she left I scurried off the bed as I searched the drawers for my cellphone. I don't even know if it's somewhere here but still I searched for it. And it wasn't really there. I stood up from kneeling, wincing when my foot touched the floor. I forgot about it for a second.

     I started scanning around me until my eyes landed on a black duffel bag sitting on a couch. I hopped on my uninjured foot towards the couch and landed there with a thud. I grabbed the bag and zipped it open. All of my stuff is here. Just the stuff I was carrying. Now that I think about it, this is my bag. And my phone should be...

     "Aha!" I hurried and dialed Eleanor's phone. It wasn't even two rings when she answered.

     "Mr. Heath! I've been calling you! I thought you're already dead!"

     "Shush. Not now. But where the hell am I?! Eleanor! Wolves chased us and, and werewolves! Werewolves are freaking real and they have been trying to kill me ever since I've arrived here! Where the hell did you send me?!" I stuttered with my words. No matter how easy I've come to accept these things. I'm still confused.

     "What? Uh... Excuse me, Mr. Heath. Did you hit your head that hard?"

     "What?" What was she talking about?

     "Amelia told us there was a party for new students. You got drunk and thought it was world war two. You hid under the table and hit it hard when you stood up."

     "And you... You believed that?" I could barely hold the phone still.

     "... It's not that unusual. Sir Heath."

     "What... Wha—I... What do you mean? I have high tolerance for alcohol!" I almost yelled at the phone.

     "That's what you said on Dylan's birthday. You were Darth Vader that time. At least you've gotten a bit more realistic now, right?"

     "How... What the hell, Eleanor—woah! Wait!" The phone was grabbed from my hand and I glared at Amelia. "World war II? Seriously?" She just smiled at me and went out with my phone.

     I needed someone to talk to or I'll seriously go crazy. I just need to confirm this isn't all just a dream. I need to know if this is a dream. I raised my fists in front of me and started counting.

     One... my pinky popped out from the fist. Two... My ring finger. Three... My middle finger. Four... Index finger. Five. Thumb. And nothing. Five. Five fingers. I checked my other hand and still there are five. This really isn't a dream. I wonder why I expected this to be a dream when I, myself, have already proved it's not a couple of times now.

     My attention flew to the creak from the opening door that showed Amelia with my phone in her hand. She sighed and sat next to me on the couch. She looked at me as clicked her tongue. She shows me my phone and I just stared at it.

     "I'd rather you not go and call anybody out there and tell them about the secrets I've been dying for to protect from being found out. Okay?" She smiled but I could sense she's straining anger in her voice.

     "I wanna go home." Wasn't I was expecting to say but it came out like I really needed to.

     "Uh..." Her mouth opened as she shut it again. "You'll have to go to school." I stared at her blankly. Speechless at what she said.

     "Okay." I said slowly as I heaved a sigh, letting all of my frustration out. "Amelia..." I started calmly. "Werewolves exist and they're trying to kill me!" I said anger increased my tone.