Forever in Grayscale

Forever in Grayscale: Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Grayson's POV (Gabby! Stop forgetting to put that.)

I sat there just thinking, thinking about how my life has flipped and flopped all around sort of like a ball. I was inside that ball, a victim of my own doing. All of this was my fault. Anything and everything that happened is because of me. I was in my own room, just sulking.

The door opened, revealing a familiar face. Would you believe me if I said I haven’t even seen everyone who lives in my house. Much less known each and every one of the residents who live here.

He was handsome, but his heart was pounding. Almost as if he was already thinking about lying and just hasn’t said a lie yet.

“Grayson right?” he asked.

“Yes...And you must be…” like I said, I’ve seen him before I just don’t know his name.

“Blake.” He finished.

“Right… so what do you need, Blake?” I asked while getting comfortable on my bed.

“Well…I…” he stuttered.

“Spit it out Blake.” I said getting annoyed.

“I know who framed you!” he all but shouted.

Half of me wanted to shake him and get it out of him. But the other half stayed calm and simply asked.

“Who?”

He just blinked; I don’t think that was the reaction that he was looking for. If he doesn’t spit the answer out soon he’s going to see something way worse.

“Well, who was it?” I shouted.

Blake started shaking, he was human. I knew because werewolves wouldn’t take that, they would fight back it’s their instinct.

I had to leave before I ripped his throat out, also another instinct.

My anger started to build up, I started to shake from rage. I was about to shift, and one of the rules about being a wolf is we’re not allowed to shift in front of humans. The punishment is death.

I got up slowly, and Blake was in front of the doorway.

“Move.” I growled.

“Wait! Grayson I have to tell you!”- I cut him off by shoving him into the wall I grabbed him by the front of the shirt and growled maliciously into his ear.

“I don’t care anymore. All you need to make sure is that I never find out who it was, because I will personally kill them.”

I forcefully shoved him to the ground, I heard him exhale.

I sprinted out of my room and down the hall I wasn’t looking where I was going, I ran into Carmen. I could smell blood on her. I glanced down; she was staring at her wrists.

I saw the blood stains on her shirt.

I gasped, “What happened?”

She looked up, confusion in her eyes.

“I was kidnapped.” She said. I grabbed her by the hands and said,

“Who?”

She shrugged, “I don't know."

“Its just that easy?”

“Huh?”

“You can just forget about the other pack that kidnapped you...with no remorse!” I shouted.

She shrugged. I rolled my eyes and sped down the hall. I reached the front door but of course someone shouted my name.

“Hey Grayson!” a deep voice asked.