Howl like you mean it (The Berlin Wolves series) *Completed*

Chapter 8

I ran as fast as i could to the back porch of my house. I quietly opened the door and came inside. I shut it back and ran up the steps not caring at all about the squeaky one. I bolted for my room and locked the door behind me. I slid down on the floor and cried. I cried so hard i was shaking. I stood up and walked over to my laptop at my desk. I pulled up google and typed in one word: Werewolves...

  It came up with a whole search network for them. I scanned all of them but nothing seemed to catch my eye. Feeling defeated I closed my laptop, sat back in my chair and sighed. This wasnt making any sense. Why would he just now be telling me this. How is this even possible...I want to believe him. That he didnt kill Mr.Dylans or that he didnt hurt me...but it just wasnt adding up. I got up from the chair and sat down on my bed. I looked at my phone. I had a text from a blocked number.

  Blocked #: You know something dont you?

 I didnt text back, but that was freakishly creepy. First, Beck was a werewolf. Second, i was getting creepy texts from blocked numbers asking me if i know something. I hope that Monday at school wont be any worse.

                                                            Next Week: Monday

 I walked towards my locker quietly. I didnt see Beck, Chase or Rylee yet today. But I knew Beck would try and talk to me today. I put my bag in my locker and got out my Chemestry and Biology books and closed my locker door. There on the other side of my locker was Beck. I gasped and dropped my books.

  "Beck, no. Get away from me. i dont want to talk to you!" i yelled leaving my books in the hallway and running into the bathroom. I didnt come out till about ten minutes later when i thought he would be gone. I stuck my head out the door and no one was there. I walked to my locker and picked up my books.

  "Do you need some help with those?" Chase asked me.

"Hey," I said as he bent down to grab my Chem book.

  "Are you okay? With what happened Friday night?" He asked me.

My head shot up," What..um..what are you talking about?"

  "That thing with your parents Firday. You didnt get in trouble?"

"Oh that. Um..no i didnt get in trouble. They didnt even talk to me really," I told him leaning against my locker.

  I looked up and down the hallways nervously.

"Are you sure your okay?" Chase asked me curiously.

  "Yeah. Um..I'm just looing for Beck," i said looking at him.

"He said something about looking for you today. I'll tell him you wanted to talk to him. But hey, I have to get to History, so I'll see you later," Chase said then walked back towards History.

 I sighed and walked up the stairs to get to Chemestry. It was one door down from Trigometry, and the biggest room on that floor. I opened the door as Mr.Browning was writting formulas on the board.

 "Ms.Danvers, so nice of you to join us. Please have a seat and copy the formulas off of the board," he said not once turning around to look.

 Beck was sitting at a desk alone and was looking at me hopefully. I tried to find another seat in the room and luckily there was one. Beside Amber Barnes, the one kid that no one ever sat by. I went over to her.

  "Is this seat taken?" I asked her smiling.

She shook her head no and smiled back. I sat down and opened my notebook to start copying down the notes. I could feel Beck staring at me the whole entire time, but I didnt turn around to look at him.

  "Now, can someone tell me the formula for this substance?" Mr.Browning said writting the name on the board.

 I raise my hand, and when he turned around, Mr.Browning looked surprised.

 "Yes, Ms.Danvers?"

   "The correct formula is..C squared times four; plus ten; divided by the square root of fourty-nine," i explained solidly.

 Mr.Browning looked at me for a minute before responding.

 "Yes, that's correct Ms.Danvers. Now I know that this is not your French class, but would you mind telling me what this word mean in English?" He asked me writting it on the board.

  I had seen that word before...in a book somewhere.

"Aconite...that is the French word for a rare plant. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is the French word for Wolfsbane," I said starring at the word.

  "You are correct Ms.Danvers. Now do you know the formula for creating the most poisionous form of wolfsbane?" Mr.Browning asked me.

 "No sir. I cant say that I do," I said to him

 He immediately turned around and started writting things on the board and started another lecture. I turned in my seat to look at Beck- out of impulse. When I turned aorund, he wasnt there. And no one seemed to have noticed that he had gone. I quietly turned around to listen to Mr.Browning's lecture and tried my hardest to pay attention, but for some reason...that word seemed so familiar to me.