The Werewolf Stalker

Chapter One

   Haunted House

     There was no way in hell I was ever going near that stupid "haunted" house. It was just out of the question. No way was I about to just stroll up in there uninvited and get my hide torn off by some dumb teenage stalker or have some blood sucking know it all vamp try and bite me. No, I wasn't going. No matter how bad Jake wanted me to. Fuck that.

     "Come on, Skye!" Jake pleaded with a whiny tone of voice. I looked at his scruffy mane, he needed a good brushing. His vibrant yellow eyes were filled with so much suspense. He really wanted to go, but wherever Jake was, trouble was bound to arise and I knew better than to follow him in there.

     "Jake, I'm not going. The only reason I am this close to that place is 'cuz your father asked me to look after your childish ass." Well it was part true. More like he just wanted me and Jake to get closer.

     "I bet you're to chicken!" His ears perked up as a sly smirk crossed his face, taunting me to accompany him on his pointless adventure that would end up in us most likely getting hurt or worse.

     I let out a defeating sigh, knowing he would go in with or without me. I swear if he wasn't in a different pack I would have shown him who was boss a long time ago. I don't know why Sam sends me off with his son, it's not like I have any intention of binding my soul with Jake's in marriage to join the packs together. I think out packs are better off apart.

     "Fine," I grumbled, obviously irritated with him, "but the first wiff of I get of trouble then we are out of there, agreed?" I glared at him, barring my teeth.

     "Okay, okay!"

     I watched as Jake took off in a sprint towards the "haunted" house. I didn't believe in ghosts. I knew it was probably some vampire cult that had taken over this old, disgusting place. As we approached I noticed how bad it needed fixing up. The grass was over our heads with weeds, cattails, and other plants that needed to be cut. The house itself needed to be fixed. It was rotting, the siding molded and green. It looked as if it had been abandoned for years. The glass windows has been shattered in some places, as if some kids threw rocks into the windows. Typical.

     I followed Jake in hopes he would change his mind, but I knew he wouldn't. He was sniffing along the trail around the house, checking for a way in. His tail in the air, nose down, ears up... honestly he was kind of cute. His fur was a nice golden brown, but it was mangled and had leaves and other crap in it. I sat and waited for him to come back over to me and state his dramatic entrance.

     "I don't see a way in" he wined as he approached me, defeat planted on his face. His ears drooped down.

I kind of felt sorry for the guy, he was hyped for this and then boom, no entry. Poor guy.

     "Well, let us go back to your pack. I'm sure you could find something else to satisfy your need of adventure." I got up and started to turn around when all of the sudden I heard a loud creak. I groaned.

     "HEY! Look!"

     I slowly turned around and noticed the front door was agar. Oh great. Jake took off to the front steps before I could protest so I hesitantly followed. I had a bad feeling about this.