Another Day in Paradise

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Marc

"Ouch." I muttered, rubbing my forehead. A slightly painful tingle had started there, making me react with shock. "Did one of you just throw something at me?" I asked, turning towards Saxon and Dan with a killer glare. They both gave me dumbfounded looks, but only Dan looked frightened. Saxon was used to it, since he got them just about on a regular basis.

            "Dude, you would know if one of us did." Saxon snorted, rolling his eyes. "We'd be laughing our heads off." Wariness filled his gaze. He might not show it to Dan, but we were pack mates. Like any other pack, we defended and cared for our family till the death. I felt another stitch in my side which caused me to wince. Saxon lifted an eyebrow but I waved him off. Maybe it would go away.

No! This is bad. Very bad.

'What are you whining about?'

Badbadbadbadbad.

            My wolf whined in my head, causing a small head ache to throb at the base of my skull. Another tingle started on both my arms, not enough to hurt me, but it was definitely uncomfortable.

            "Yo, are you okay?" Saxon asked frowning. I looked up to him; my wolf began howling in my head. Since Dan wasn't paying attention, I tapped my head, a sort of sign werewolves did when they were talking with their wolves.

Not okay! Badbadbadbadbad!

'What the hell is going on?!'

Badbadbadbadbad!

            "I uh, think I'm going to go inside for a little bit. Get something to drink." I muttered. Saxon shrugged, trying to look like he didn't care when his own wolf was probably growling at him in his head for not following. Dan really didn't show any concern, concentrating on the trick he was doing. I skated to my house, jumping off my board when I reached the door, before I slammed inside. I ran up to the kitchen, rubbing my tingling arms and touching my smarting temple. I gulped some water, trying to see if it would help. It didn't. At all. I rubbed my sore forehead. What was happening?

Bad! Dammit Marc, bad! Can't you feel it? Bad!

'Obviously I can feel something!'

            "Marc? Are you okay?" My mother's gentle voice asked. She was watching me with worried eyes. I barely looked up to her.

            "Yea, arguing with wolfie." I muttered, knowing she'd hear whether or not I faced her. Werewolves tended to have some pretty good hearing… and sight… and smell.

            "What's he saying?" She asked, concern scorching her gaze. I was her only 'pup' therefore she was defensive about any little thing I did. Seriously, her face when I brought home the letter that said I had gotten suspended for three days was priceless. The yelling, well, I walked out on that.

            "It's nothing." I said shortly. Her eyes grew hurt, and I winced again as a sharp pinch hit my arm. Relenting, I told her what was going on. "He keeps saying 'bad' and 'can't you feel it'. I got this weird feeling, that's all." I explained harshly.

            "What kind of feeling?" She asked, her voice growing sharp. I frowned. My mom wasn't exactly the rudest person. She was too nice most of the time. That's why I got away with just about anything.

            "It uncomfortable, kind of…. And I'll feel like I'm pinched but no one's touching me. It's like an itching sensation under my skin, but it's not because I have to Shift." My mom's eyes widened, shock filling her eyes. She pulled the phone she had out of her pocket, dialing a number I couldn't see. I could faintly hear the rings, then a muted 'hello'.