The girl who cried wolf

Chapter 9- Full Moon

Olivia hadn't slept in days, she was obsessed with Tim. She was even more determined to find out his secret. She flicked through the book she'd gotten from the library. It was about vampires. But she knew that Samantha hadn't been drained. She'd been torn apart by an animal. It was Olivia's new obsession. Her wall, once covered with celebrities, was now covered with photographs of wolves. Photographs she'd taken from her window. They were just blurs, you could only see the outlines of the wolf, but that was it. Olivia looked at her moon chart. Tonight was a gibbous moon. The moon before a full moon. She looked at it through the dusty old telescope Aunt Georgia's boyfriend at the time brought her when she turned ten.

Olivia wrote down the details of the moon. It's brightness, the proximity. She turned her telescope away from the moon and towards the forest, zooming in. She searched around, looking. That's when she saw it. In her own yard. It was a wolf. It slunk towards her patio. Olivia pulled open her door, running down the stairs, it was late, very late.

She stopped at a small door under the stairs. Clara had never really noticed this room, or remembered it.

It was where her mother used to do her work. Olivia pulled out an old key, it was hung on a black thread. She opened the door, sliding inside, avoiding the line of salt at the door way. She switched on the light, immediately, dozens of dust particles flew around, almost making her sneeze. She closed the door behind her. The room was musty, small, but well styled. It had a patterned rug on the hardwood floor, a stain where a nice smelling substance had been spilt. The salt was random, but according to the books Olivia was reading, salt protected against pretty much every form of supernatural beings. 

The mahogany desk must have cost a fortune as Olivia traced the dust. She was going to fix up this place and make it her new HQ, but Aunt Georgia would have questioned her. She turned towards the metal cabinet next to a large bookshelf. She used the old key on the lock, and it swung open, revealing a shot gun and a dozen silver bullets.

She took five bullets and the shot gun. She left the metal door open, as she left the room. Olivia shut the door behind her, loading the gun. She looked at her backyard, it had no signs of life. She opened the back door, stepping onto the patio.

Olivia charged across the backyard.

"I only see fear in my enemies eyes." She whispered, remembering something she had once heard, "I only see fear in my enemies eyes." She repeated, just before stepping into the forest.

"Were you born stupid or did you miss the line where they gave out common sense?" Tim's voice rippled through the forest. Olivia turned, pointing the gun at him.

"Prepare to die." She said, taking the safety off the gun. He held up his hands.

"Don't you want to know what I am?" He asked, she didn't lower the gun.

"Talk. Fast." She ordered, aiming for his heart.

"A woman who can bark out orders. I like that." Tim grinned,

"I swear to God, I will shoot you if you don't start talking." Olivia's face was dead serious, "What the hell are you?" He didn't respond, his grin faded. "I said, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" She screamed.

"A werewolf." He replied. "But you knew that." He said, "Why else would have you taken silver bullets?" Olivia's eye twitched.

"How are you not a wolf right now?" Olivia demanded, still not lowering her gun.

"I use lavender. Turns out it's not just for old ladies." Tim replied, "We transform at night. But of course, you knew that. You know a lot about werewolves don't you?" She didn't answer, "You've been watching us for a while. You think you've almost got it figured out. But what is it, really, do you want to know? What is it that has been haunting you for so long?" His words were like acid.