Forever in Grayscale

Forever in Grayscale: Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Carmen’s POV

The next day I woke up in surprisingly good spirits. It had been a bit complicated coming home because I didn’t have any clothes, but with the help of a tree, a phone call to Chess, an a detour to my home that would enable me to reach my destination as a huge hairy beast without getting shot, I made it home alright.

Did I mention that my parents don’t even know I’m a werewolf? They’re better off not knowing, honestly.

Guess where I decided to go that morning? Yeah, how stupid of me, but yes, I went back to those people’s campsite. The guy (who I found out is named Will) stopped being afraid of me and petted me which, I will repeat till the day I die, is shameful of a werewolf, but you try resisting! And the girl (who I found out is named Katherine) didn’t pet me but she wasn’t super afraid of me. So what would be the harm in going back today?

I brought extra clothes, just in case, hide them in a bush and shifted. I bounded up through the trees until they got thinner and thinner and I reached the clearing. To my relief their red tent was still there. In fact, Will sitting by the fire, just wearing jeans. He wasn’t buff, but had a slim, lean build. He didn’t have a hundred pack or bulging muscles, thank God. I can’t see the reason girls like huge muscles. They gross me out. So an average, lightly built man is fine with me.

His brown eyes drifted over to me, then widened.

“Wolfie!” he exclaimed. “Katherine, Wolfie’s back!”

Ugh, I forget he named me that. Katherine pops out of the trees carry some firewood. Katherine is really pretty. She’s got short blonde hair and huge hazel eyes and she’s got a petite and perfectly fit figure. Katherine smiles at me.

“Back for some more bacon, Wolfie?” she asked, dumping the firewood into a pile and sitting next to Will. I wag my tail and sit next to her. She laughs, albeit somewhat shaky. She’s not used to this close proximity.

“You should pet her!” Will encouraged her. “She’s sweet.”

Katherine strokes my head reluctantly. I think now she understands that I’m not going to eat her.

I find out they are going home tomorrow, but they live in Grayscale, a small town, and I will probably see them again. If only making friends with people in my pack were as easy as this.

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“Carmen, I need you to run out to the grocery store and get some things for dinner tonight. We’re having guests over,” my mom says, impatiently handing me a list as she’s leaving for work. I nod silently and tuck it away in my pocket, where I’m sure to forget it until an hour before my mother comes home. “Bye, have a good day, stay out of trouble.”

That’s always what she says when she leaves. It gets old, trust me.

My idea of a good day is staying inside, in the air conditioning and playing some Skyrim. I groan but she ignores me and leaves. There once was a time when she tried to persuade me into to going out with friends to this lake in Grayscale where EVERYONE goes, but I had to explain to her that that was neither my nor my friend’s scene. Plus the only thing people ever do there is try to get a tan.

I eat some Fruit Loops for breakfast, because you can never go wrong with Fruit Loops. I play Skyrim for about an hour. Then I decide I need to get off my lazy butt and go get those groceries.

You may have noticed that I don’t own a car. Maybe you also noticed that all I have is the bike Chess got me, and let’s face it, the baskets big enough to hold a gallon of milk.