Howl

Chapter 6

SORRY. Just an FYI my current computer has a messed up automatic spell checker, so expect the unexpected in terms of spellings and or typos :L Unedited.

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It appears in this house barricading the door is not enough of a hint to certain people that you don't want visitors. They couldn't break down the door, but they could slip through the window. So they did. I wasn't even sure how they managed to reach my window to crawl in. When I heard the thumps and curses coming from beneath the window sil I had an image of them standing on each others shoulders in a long ladder of people. But I didn’t move from my heap against the wall.

I was completely buried under my duvet, not even a scrap of revealed skin and I hoped that they would think I’d left and leave themselves. No such luck.

Two thumps alerted me that they had finally gotten in, two pairs of feet hitting the floor boards.

“I wonder where Kim is?” one of them sneered. “Could she possibly be somewhere in this mass of duvet?”

“Not now Danny.” The other sighed. I was surprised when I realised that it was Jasha who'd come to find me. He hadn't wanted anything to do with me that morning.

One of them kicked my nest. “Kim, are you alive?”

“No. Go away.”

“Yep, she's dead alright. Lets leave.” Danny said.

But they didn't. Instead I heard the feet of my wardrobe dragging along the floor, they let out the occasional screech in protest, like nails down a blackboard. I huddled closer in my blankets to muffle the sound.

When it was back where it belonged, the door swung open audibly and three other sets of feet joined Danny and Jasha in my small bedroom. If they were even considering dragging me back where they'd left me I’d kill them. Literally. I'd tear them apart.

Frankie spoke.“I'm impressed.”

I wasn't.

“You handled that much better then before.”

That meant they were watching, they were watching and they did nothing. Sons of bitches. Pure liquid hatred flowed fast through my veins like a shot of adrenaline and it took every ounce of my personal Strength not to launch myself at him and clasp my hands around his throat.

When he spoke again his voice was closer, quieter, gentler. “Short-term I know you feel angry and betrayed, but long-term this is going to help you more then you can imagine. Knowing how to overcome your triggers helps you to maintain control over you and your wolf.”

“We've all been through it.” Artem grunted. “'cept Jash and Holly.”

“You wouldn't believe the number of times Artems flipped out and shifted at school.” Luke snorted.

“And you wouldn't believe how many times Luke's had a mental breakdown and shifted at school.” Artem snapped, venom growing in his tone.

Frankie silenced them both before they could descend into bickering. I heard his knees crack as he crouched beside me.

“Clear out boys.” He murmured and I felt his hand come to rest on the duvet, just over where my shoulder was. When their footsteps had faded away and the door had closed firmly behind them he exhaled heavily. “Are you going to come out?”

“Are you going to make me?”

“No.” He was even quieter, sadder when he spoke again. “Kim, we didn't want to force you at all.”