Wolf's Possessions

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

He slammed the door shut and stormed off. He couldn't believe it! How could they keep something so huge from him? It didn't make any sense.

A werewolf. A living, breathing werewolf and Jalyn didn't even know it. And not just that, but a witch too? Jalyn shook his head and slammed the door to his car. He couldn't take it anymore and he sped off.

The past two weeks have been a living hell for him. He'd barely eaten because that was the same table Meka had been operated on. He couldn't sleep because Meka used to sleep just down the hall from him. Jalyn had known her for less than a month, but now that she was gone...

She was gone, and she was never coming back again.

He couldn't blame her really. He would do the same thing in her position. Hell, he was doing it now, running away from his family. Only, he intended on coming back.

Maybe.

But after what he saw in his basement, no wonder he wasn't allowed down there. It was like a freaking arsenal down there, enough to equip a whole half of a war. And on top of that, when Meka saw it, she freaked and ran. And Jalyn couldn't go after her. He couldn't try to convince her to come back, because bringing her back would only make her think that he was in on this.

Bringing her back would be putting her right back in the same house that held the weapons to specifically kill her.

Jalyn banged the steering wheel with his fist, causing the horn to blare. It wasn't fair. He and Meka had gotten so close, and that last night... right before they both had their ignorance ripped away from them... that kiss...

A roar tore through him, and he slammed on his breaks. Everything hurt thinking about Meka. His mother told him repeatedly to forget her, that she wasn't good for him. And his father, while he was "on Jalyn's side" in terms of Meka, told him the same thing.

"Forget about Meka, she's not coming back."

"And if she does?" Jalyn fired back, but already knowing the fight was useless. She wasn't.

Mikey sighed. "Then you guys really would be inseparable."

He had meant that they would be mates. Jalyn wanted to believe it, but he couldn't. Yes he felt something, but obviously Meka didn't feel the same way. She left, and Jalyn was told that you could never permanently leave your mate. That the pain it caused the both of you was deadly. Well, Meka left and Jalyn was still breathing so that must mean something.

He shook his head. He was new to the whole "wolf" thing. Jalyn had shifted for the first time a couple of days ago. It hurt like hell, but he had suffered through it. It took hours for the whole transition to complete itself, and the whole time Jalyn was stuck wishing Meka was there with him.

But she wasn't.

And he got through without her.

One thing he had learned was that the thrill of running was incomparable. Once transitioned he took off, leaving a very stunned Mary and Mikey Baker to stare after him, eating his dust. Of course Mikey went after him, on foot since he's a dormant wolf. Luckily, they hadn't run into any Hunters, or a messy situation would've gotten a whole lot messier.

Jalyn wanted to feel that again. The rush of air through his course fur. The feeling of his paws thudding against the ground. He needed to feel that again. It was a must.

He parked his car on the side of the road and got out. He didn't know how long he's been driving for, or even where he was but he didn't care. He just needed to run.

It was approaching dark outside when he left, and now the sky was riddled with stars on an inky black canvas. The moon hung high as a filled in C of white. It was a half moon, but Jalyn could still see all of it. He wasn't sure if that was the new werewolf abilities that came from shifting for the first time, or if he was always able to see it. But all he knew was that it fascinated him.

He was also stronger. And faster. He loved it. And the cold, it barely breached his skin. Yesterday, he decided to be risky. Starting from his house, he ran down his hill to the lake and took a leaping jump right at the edge of the water and damn, had he gotten far. He jumped almost from one side of the lake to the other, landing harshly in the shallow end of the other side of the lake. But his body absorbed the impact, and he was able to do it again, father this time because he was expecting it.

And a little while ago, Leila had dropped her sippy cup. Jalyn had been sitting at the table one minute, and then the next he was out of his seat and holding a green cup in his hand. It was seconds from hitting the ground. He hadn't known what to do, so he dropped it, forgetting about Leila, and went to go lock himself in his room.

While the new abilities came in handy, it was overwhelming. There was so much to think about at one time; don't hold your fork too tight, walk not run, and the most important one of them all:

Leila was still a baby. Which means she can break just as easily as one can.

Jalyn stopped at the edge of the tree line. Everything was so perfect here. Out here, in the woods, there was no one to keep secrets. There was no one to cause you such a mental roller coaster ride that all you wanted to do was lock yourself away to keep from being jostled any further. Out here, he got a taste of freedom before his parents managed to reel him back in like a fish on a hook.

He could run for hours without having to think about youknowwho.

His eyes traveled past the trees as far into the forest as he could see, searching for any danger that he could unknowingly be walking into. But he was careless, he just wanted to get out there.

He took the first step, his shoes leaving the sturdy asphalt and sinking into the moist grass. It was like passing from one world to the next, and as he became fully engulfed in the woods, each scent, smell, and taste bombarded his senses and he welcomed it.

But there was one in particular.

He couldn't place it, but whatever it was had him running before he could even think. He was still on two feet, so once he was a safe distance away from edge of the forest, he shed his clothes and welcomed the shift.

That warmth spread over him rapidly. He clenched his fingers and threw his head back, inhaling heavily, drinking in the smell. This was his favorite thing to do while shifting. Transitioning between smelling through your human nose and your wolf nose. While you senses were enhanced after your first shift, nothing beat actually living as a wolf.

Long, coarse hair seeped through his pores and covered the stretch of his skin. In one smooth move, his back cracked and bent, his arms grew longer and his pegs shortened as he fell on all fours. And as his snout grew full length he released a howl, crying out as mild pain and prideful triumph melded together.

He stretched, shook himself, and took off running.