Silver Is For Werewolves-BOOK 2 IN THE Garlic Is For Vampires Series-

Chapter 22: Silver Is For Werewolves

I nearly knocked over the pot of cooking noddles and Brendon saved me from burning my hand on the stove. Whatever black blur hit the window went down to the ground with a loud thump. I could've peed my pants for that.

"Let me check it out," I said. "You cook." I pushed the spoon into Brendon's hand and he stayed still, watching me approach the door slowly. But I saw what the object was and sighed in relief, rolling my eyes.

"How humble," I said, opening the door and crouching down to pick up the box. "It's from Skylark."

"He couldn't just knock?" he asked. I looked up at the sky and saw a helicopter flying by in the distance. No, apparently he couldn't. I closed the door and locked it, turning towards the living room.

"What's in it?" Brendon asked, walking towards me with curious eyes. But I waved him back to the kitchen and told him he was going to burn Matt's food and then he would be a dead werewolf, ally or no ally. I sat down on the floor and opened the box. On top of stakes, silver chains, and more knives, was a note with my name written on it. I unfolded the piece of paper.

Use everything. Prepare yourselves. I've sent wolfsbane and more holy water. There are more weapons on your way, much more dangerous than what's in the boxes. I'll send you instructions on how to use the other weapons. I also put crushed herbs to repel werewolves in a bag, so circle your house with them. Only at nighttime.

We'll talk soon, but I don't know when. We've had a larger amount of attacks in New York, and I sense a change in Brooklyn. It seems more empty. Too quiet. Take care. Keep each other safe.

-Skylark

He noticed change in New York and Brooklyn because of Dylan-because of me. He really was growing his army and probably offering them blood. I was scared for my life. Scared for everyone else. Whatever I started was going to come back and bite me, and I was going to die for sure.

I put the note down and surveyed what he sent us. A large roll of coil, knives resting on a velvet cushion. Bottles of holy water and a flower pattern on one that must've been wolfsbane. More stakes and what looked like small grenades, but they were filled with a silver liquid.

"Looks interesting," Matt's voice said from behind me. I jumped and whirled around to punch him for scaring me but he was already sitting on the couch, turning the box towards him. His eyes widened and he sat up, more interested. We had a box of things he was going to need, and I let him take over. Brendon was waving a can of Ragu at me and I nodded my head. He turned and dumped the tomato sauce on top of Matt's noddles, sticking a fork in them. I rolled my eyes. What manners he had.

"Here you go," he said, placing the plate down on Matt's lap, and a can of soda. Matt gave his thanks and then devoured the spaghetti in less than two minutes. He must've been starving, and I was sure Brendon's ears were twitching in annoyance from Matt's stomach's loud grumbling. I was getting kind of sick of it as well.

"So," I said while picking up a chain of silver, noticing Brendon move away from me. "If you want my help and I want yours, we need to work on training with each other's weapons. We'll come across both vampires and werewolves because we're associated with one another. Skylark said he was going to be sending in more weapons for you, Matt. Hopefully for us as well."

"Who's Skylark?" he asked.

"Our mentor of sorts," I said. "He used to be part of a vampire hunting group but they no longer exist. How many werewolves have you killed?"

"In total, plus the one who attacked you, sixteen."

Brendon's mouth dropped open and I stared at Matt. "You're joking. By yourself?"

"No, with other werewolf hunters. Yes, by myself. This has been my life for the last couple of months, thanks to whoever decided this was my destiny."

"Don't worry, my destiny was planned before birth as well," I said. Brendon nodded in agreement and pointed to the box. Matt looked at Brendon with a forward gaze.

"The silver is for werewolves," Brendon said. "Not me."

"In technical terms, you are a werewolf," Matt replied smoothly. I looked between the two of them, expecting Brendon to say something. He grumbled but then spoke again. 

"Technical terms, yes. But in terms of survival, I'm not prey. Don't pull off any funny business with me, Matt."

"Don't plan on it," Matt replied. "Just don't come after me on a full moon."

Brendon nodded but I saw him look away and out through the window, up at the half moon. He said something under his breath and then he stood up to bring Matt another plate of food. What was Brendon hiding? I shouldn't even be asking questions since I kept more secrets from him than he did from me, I was sure of it. So I picked up the box and took it to my room.

"When you're ready," I told Matt at the end. "We'll start training together. Of course, if you want your knee to heal-"

"Tomorrow," he interrupted, standing up to stretch. "We'll start tomorrow."

"Okay," I said. "I'll see if Brendon wants to be roommates with me so you can take his room. There's an air mattress in it. It's not much but you might feel more comfortable on it than a couch."

"Even couches are more comfortable than a floor," Matt replied. "But thank you."

I nodded and walked towards Brendon's room, but he was already hauling his luggage into mine. I smirked and walked into his room to prep the mattress. Turns out, he had new fluffy pillows and fresh sheets set out for Matt. Okay...maybe Matt was growing on him after all. I was sure he wasn't going to admit. I called Matt into the room and left him alone. Then I headed into my room.

"So what are your opinions about him?" I asked Brendon as he sorted his things out.

"No opinions," he replied, but I didn't believe him.

"There has to be something," I said, walking over to him. I looked up at his face but he was still concentrated on what he was doing; sorting out his socks, apparently.

"You know," I said. "If there's something you want to talk about...we can talk." Did I really want to go there? Hear what he was hiding when I wouldn't do the same? I already stepped down the road but Brendon hadn't responded yet. I just moved to get some clothes to shower.

"I haven't been shifting for the full moons," he said. I turned to look at him but he was still facing the window, looking out. "I haven't been able to do it for these past few months. Skylark said it was normal not to but I had to at least once, and the shifting when I first turned into a werewolf doesn't count. So I don't know if I should say I'm screwed or..."

"Is it a bad thing not to?" I asked.

"I can lose control when I finally do," he said. "And I don't want to do it here. Not while I'm with you and Matt. If I become a threat you know what he'll do."

Kill him. "But we can explain it to him. We can-"

"The explanation won't stop me from hurting or even killing someone," Brendon interrupted, turning around to face me. "He'll do what he has to do. No matter what it takes. We have to keep the situation contained, Bree. Do you understand?"

I nodded, but I felt a lump in my throat. I didn't want it to come down to Brendon attacking me or Matt, and then forcing us to kill him. Maybe wound him, but I wasn't sure if it would work. Only time would tell. He noticed my teary eyes and walked over to me, pulling me into a hug. I hugged him back, my tears falling onto his shoulder. I muffled my sobs with his shirt and squeezed my eyes shut. Hopefully nothing would happen anytime soon.