Being a Werewolf

Chapter 7- Woods

Just to let you guys know I changed how to spell Skye’s name, if you haven’t noticed. I like it that way better. J        

I pulled myself up to where I was starring Brenton in the face.

            “You look like someone I met a few days ago, it’s nothing,” I said shaking my head, but I shook it off.

            “Who?” he asked as I started to walk around him.

            “His name is Caleb; you look like a younger version of him. Do you know him?” I asked. He glanced away from me, turned back to me, and stared down at me, he answered, “It’s a small world.” He turned his back and began down the dirt trail into the woods with everyone right behind him, Trenton right behind him with his arms around my sister, followed by Clinton, the three girls, and Morgan. I brushed off my bottom and starred after them when Dezmin interlocked his hands with mines and we began down the dirt path.

            “Are you okay?” Dezmin asked as we walked down the path.

            “Yeah, I’m good,” I informed, smiling.

            “Good, because your shorts look like they have a spot on them…everywhere,” he laughed. Oh my god, if that isn’t embarrassing. I quickly wiped away the dirt that was left there and pushed the laughing Dezmin to the side and started on my way down the path. Dezmin caught up with me quickly still getting the up most enjoyment out of my clumsiness.

            “Oh, you’ll be okay, be easy,” he laughed and gave me a light kiss on the cheek. He put his strong arms around my neck and pulled me into him. He was so warm and the smell of his cologne was driving me off the wall, in a good way.

            We continued walking into the dark woods; I could see the tall twisted trees hugging each other like they were family. The sound of small animals running made me turn my head every time I heard them. At the same time it was peaceful. I enjoyed it mainly because I was with Dezmin. A small movement up above me made me aware of the dark brown owl perched on an oak tree, watching us walk under it.

            After walking about 20 minutes, I could see a small glow coming from around the bend. Turning the bend, everyone was already sitting down around a small camp site with a burning fire.

            Standing in Dezmin and my way was a tall long hair guy, his back was to us, but when he turned around the glow of the fire hit his face and I recognized him instantly... Malachi. The second I recognized him the alarm in my head rang, it told me to stay away from him. The bad thing was I had to pass him to get to the others, who had placed themselves on logs around the fire, Malachi was standing in the path way.  

            “Malachi,” Dezmin said as he headed around him and pulling me along with him, my hand in his. My arm was stretched out as far as it could go, as I struggled not to get close to Malachi. I would have to squeeze pass him and a large tree, just like Dezmin did. He starred down at me with those dark hazel eyes as I pushed my back up against the tree. My legs became lead as I forced them to move. I stared down at my body to make sure I wasn’t touching, I was halfway there, pass him, but when I glanced up into those hazel eyes, he snapped his arm down like a road block. It stopped me in my tracks as my chest rammed into his hairy arm. I glared from his face to his arm, back up to his smiling face.

            “What?” I hissed.

            “So mean! Are you always this mean?” Malachi laughed.

“Only when someone continuously aggravates me,” I groaned.

“Comes naturally, doesn’t it?”