Wolf

Sounds Like A Plan

Chapter 9

Cameron’s POV

            “She’s with that alpha, I know it, I saw it,” Abey said. I sat leaning back in the chair. Abey had come to my house with some delicate news.

            “How do you know for sure?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. Ever since I had left Schenectady, Abey was my spy. I made sure he kept strict eyes on Elena and the alpha. If I was going to come in here and take over territory, I had to plan effectively. That means I also had to know when, where, and how to strike.

            “I saw them kissing in the halls. The girl saw me, but I think she brushed it off as nothing.” I nodded and leaned forward under the light. It was the only light illuminating the dingy dining room.

            “Kissing huh? That bitch lied.” I knew she was lying. There was no way that Raleigh would come to her aid like that and they wouldn’t be dating. It was all starting to make sense.

            “When are you coming back?” Abey’s question snapped me out of my thoughts. I shrugged.

            “When everything calms down I’ll come back. But as of right now, they’re on edge. They know who we are, but Raleigh is playing it safe. This means we have to do the same.” Abey nodded and got up from the dining table. He left the house without another word. I heard my father’s footsteps as he entered the dining room, a liquor bottle in his hand.

            “Your friend gone?” he asked me, I nodded and rose from my chair. My father had no idea what I was planning, let alone what I was. I briskly walked down the hall and entered my room. It was dimly lit by an old lamp on my end table. I shut the door behind me, fore I did not want to be disturbed. The last thing I needed was my father walking in on me. I plopped down on the middle of the floor and pulled stuff from under my bed. There was a map of Schenectady, with x’s on Raleigh and Elena’s houses. I had a larger x on the clearing where Raleigh’s pack met, so I knew to stay clear of there. The map I had was old, but I knew where everything was. I had been in Schenectady for two weeks with my mother before I told her I wanted to come back and live with my father on the Indian reservation. It was still near Schenectady, but I was going to the reservation school where my father taught. Abey had come to live with my mom also; under the excuse of he wanted a better education.

            I studied the x’s on the paper carefully, trying to memorize the locales. I wanted to know exactly where I was going to strike. If I had planned this out carefully enough it should go well. I made sure to keep everyone in the loop of my plans, but I used Abey as the main gossiper to the pack. My main goal was to know Schenectady like the back of my hand, in case I had to make a quick escape. The job was not going to be clean or easy, but I still stuck by my main goals. Even though I wasn’t Native American, I still felt like this land belonged to them.

            When I was fifteen, I joined the werewolf pack on the reservation. Before long I had moved up in the ranks to alpha, as I was a strong wolf and could take out many at a time. The others had always guided me that my wolf spirit and human spirit had to be intertwined in order to be powerful. The only way to intertwine was to meditate and find your inner peace. The inner peace was the white noise and as soon as you heard it you had to stay there. Of course on my few tries I became easily distracted, but as time and practice wore on I became more grounded. I’m a strong wolf, but Raleigh was more tactical. He knew the weak points and exploited them well.

            My plan of attack was to take out Raleigh first, since he was the strongest. The alpha goes first and then his followers follow suit. As of then I hadn’t found any weaknesses except for that girl, Elena. I knew that she liked the boy; she just didn’t want to believe it. Her mind was easy and weak to read, seeing as she was a human. Now trying to read Raleigh’s was another story. He was unfamiliar to me, which made it harder. I made sure Abey was there to study their patterns and motions of movement, stalk them if you will. Everything had to be planned and calculated.

            I folded up the map and slid it back under my bed, then rose up from the floor. I grabbed my jacket from of my desk chair and turned off the lamp. Making my way down the hall, I made sure to let my father know I was running to the convenience store. I didn’t need a flashlight to see outside, my eyes were all I needed. My vision was sharp in the darkness, so I didn’t necessarily have to walk under the street lamps. When I arrived at the convenience store, my favorite store clerk, Kaya was working the register. I knew immediately that I would be able to get some cigarettes. Patiently, I waited behind an old man who wanted every scratch off he could find. “This one’s the lucky one,” he said, when he paid for the last one. When I stepped up to the counter, I smiled.

            “Kaya,” I greeted. Admittedly, I did have a crush on Kaya. Her long black hair that ran down to her back accentuated her face. She always kept her hair in a braid because she hated taking care of it.

            “Hello Cameron,” she smiled. She knew what I was coming for, so after she greeted me hello, she turned around and grabbed two packs of Native Cigarettes. Kaya clicked some numbers into the register and told me the price. I pulled out my wallet and handed her the money, grabbing my cigarettes, I told her to keep the change. As soon as I was outside, I lit the cigarette and started to smoke.

            I didn’t know if smoking prevented the intertwining between my wolf and human soul, but if it did so be it. That was the last of my worries, since I figured I was strong enough. I had already tried getting stronger but it just didn’t work. My mind boggled at what could be holding me back, but I usually let it drift to the back of my mind.

            I always made sure that whenever I bought cigarettes, I would smoke away from the house. My father was a habit smoker trying to quit and I didn’t want him to get addicted. He used to go on binges for days, doing nothing but smoking. It was like he ate, slept, and drank smoke. Of course you could say like father like son because I smoked too, but mine was never as severe. His smoking was the main reason my mother left and how he ended up teaching kids on an Indian reservation. No other school system would take him because he always reeked of smoke. When I finished I stomped out my cigarette and headed home, walking through the dark again. I felt a presence appear beside me about halfway home, but the scent was recognizable.

            “The alpha and the female are very close from what I hear,” said Brice from my left. I nodded.

            “From what I understand,” I agreed. “That’s all Abey has told me so far.”

            “You smell of smoke.”

            “I just smoked.” Brice made a sound of disgust, causing me to laugh. “You act like you’ve never smelt it before.” Brice shook his head at me.

            “What are we going to do now?” he asked. I pondered over the question, even I wasn’t really sure. My plans were to wait it out and keep Abey as my spy. Since my mother had still allowed him to live with her, that was no problem. The thing I was uncomfortable with is the fact that I wanted to be there too, but I knew I had to wait it out and let everything cool. If Raleigh was onto me that meant he was on to Abey too, which meant Abey had to play his cards carefully, and I mean carefully.

            “I want another pair of eyes in that school, but regretfully so, I can’t.” Brice snickered.

            “You should put a female in there. Have her become friends with the other girl.”

            “I’m already way ahead of you. Sounds like a plan.” Brice left my side as I walked up to my house. I tried to dust my jacket so it didn’t smell like smoke. The house was quiet when I entered it so I tossed my jacket in the chair, and then rushed to my room. I pulled out the maps and started to study it again, maybe this girl thing was my best bet.