Silver

Chapter 12

"How about Mc'Donalds?" Noah's deep voice asks.

"Yes!" For my usually mature demeanor, Noah seems to bring out the child on me.

"Calm down sugar, we're going." He snickers before turning the wheel and pulling into the parking lot.

"Chicken nuggets and fries, and a large dr. pepper."

"Really branching out I see." Sarcasm drips from his words but a playful smile lifts his pink lips.

What's really sad is that in all of my 18 years of mMcDonald's this is the only thin I've ever gotten, well besides the drink, sometimes I be a rebel there.

"Oh! and ranch!" I yell as Noah stops the car beside the speaker.

"Ok, ok!" He laughs before turning towards the big menu board and the speaker.

"Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?" A deep voice calls through the speakers. The speaker sounds around my age. Noah run through our order and gives an affirmative when the speaker repeats it. We finally pull away from the speaker and around the building, my stomach growling loudly.

"Oops." I pipe up when Noah gives me an amused look. We roll to a stop outside the cashier window and the window opens. I'm immediately shown a handsome boy with light sandy hair and ivy cored eyes, but no matter his good looks he doesn't compare to Noah, but what surprises the most is his smell. It's a pleasant grass smell with a coating of fresh pine, not as strong as Noah's but there none the less. He is a werewolf.

"That will be 12.75." the blonde boy says after a couple seconds study of me and Noah. Noah hands over the money with a cautious look on his chiseled features.

"Thanks, have a wonder day." The boy's eyes flick to mine with his emphasis on wonderful.

"Ya, you too." Noah gives him a curt nod before pulling up to the next window.

Thankfully we are handed our meal by a human, and pull away from the restraint without incident.

"I wasn't expecting a wolf to be working at a fast food place." My words have puzzlement coating them, and they still are after Noah's shrug.

"So where was this lead at exactly?" He finally says after swallowing a french fry.

"The pack who's territory this is. Word says that they were visited sometime early last year by an old wolf who healed some of their members from an incurable disease. Word had spread from meeting to meeting." I take a drink from my drink and dip one of my nuggets in the ranch before popping it in my mouth.

"And where can we meet the pack?" He keeps one hand on the wheel keeping us on the road through town while the other pops fries and nuggets in his mouth, seems a have the same taste.

"They have a meeting clearing much like my pack's just out of town. Keep on this road until the outskirts then there will be a dirt road on the right."

A 15 minute straight stretch and a right turn later, me and Noah are climbing down from the car. Our bare feet hit the short grass that covers the floor of the forest as we make our way in the general direction of the clearing.

"I bet I can beat you there." Noah looks in my direction and sends me a daring smile.

"Really Noah? At a time like this, where wolves could jump out at anytime and kill us, you want to race?" I give him a bewildered look, but his smile only grows.

"Fine." I take off before he can get in a word. I freak through the trees, easily gaining distance over Noah, just one more 'gift' I guess, I'm pretty damn fast. Noah's laughter starts to dye out behind me until its completely gone even with my enhanced hearing.

I break out of the trees into the eating and skid to a stop at the other side. I turn back towards the way I came and await Noah's entrance. But after a couple minutes when he still doesn't show, I get a bad feeling in my gut. So just to be cautious I squat slightly before springing up on a low branch of the tree above me. I take hold of another branch above my head and swim up onto it in a squat. I peer through the scattered layers of leaves in wait of....... I don't know what.

The feeling is still there, but it has been 10 minutes. Where is Noah?

Just when I make up my mind to jump down and search for him I hear a twig snap. My crouching body instantly tenses and my eyes snap towards the sound. The sound was still a ways from the clearing so I wait. I listen as the multiple foot steps get closer until finally the foliage at the rim of the clearing rustles and out steps three men. All, i get from their scents, are werewolves. But what unnerves me the most is that the muscular man in the middle has a limp form draped over his shoulder. And upon closer inspection, I realize with a jolt that it is Noah.