The possessive bad boy

CHAPTER 4

The rest of the week went by fairly slowly. Still no sign of the new kid. Which I thought was odd. I mean I know this run down huge high-school is big. But I didn't think it was that big. By Friday Blake kind of became a ghost in my head. Always there but never seen.

Friday I was walking to my car when I heard a bike. That's odd I thought. As the bike rounded the corner of the school. The boy on it had short chocolate hair and blue almost silver eyes.

We locked eyes for a brief moment. And my stomach clenched and my heart squeezed shut. Then it was over and I felt as if I had only imagined it.

So that was Blake.... I could see why all the girls fell over him. Shaking it off I started my car and drove to the mall. A little pre party shopping was in order.

Saturday morning,

The sky was so clear and blue I couldn't wait for my party. My room was hot. Oddly hot. I got out of bed and checked the thermometer in my room. 15 degrees? That can't be right. I shouldn't be sweating in the cool air. Jeez I hope I'm not getting sick. And right before my party.

From downstairs I heard pots banging around. I figured mom was making breakfast so I went downstairs. As I rounded the hazel banister I smelt my oldest brother. Wait smelt? Wow weird day. Then I turned the corner and saw it was in fact him. Huh weird. I wonder if he just put more cologne on or something.

Slowly I backed away. I hadn't talked to him since our argument. "I know your there." He sang out. He actually sang it. God he's a loser.

Again I kept backing up, not planning on reacting to him. Until he said. "Oh just come out. I don't bite." Then he chuckled to himself and added, "at least not wolves."

Wolves? What was he talking about. I was human. I was adopted and so I didn't inherit the were breed. And even if I wasn't I would be a bear not a wolf. Of course I knew they existed. As did thousands of other different were breeds.

Chris then proceeded to sing hungry like a wolf. "Come on you must be hungry pooch." Confused and still somewhat tired I stomped into the kitchen. I stood there in my scooby doo pajamas waiting for an explanation.

"Haha you look ridiculous." He snorted out.

"Ya? And you look like a tool." I spat.

Then he actually waved a finger and tsk tsked at me. " I suppose your confused?"

Still I glared at him. Waiting for him to continue.

"You met him didn't you?" He frowned.

Met who? He couldn't know about the new kid. He's not in school. And he has no friends that young. So I simply squinted my eyes.

He signed and his eyes dropped. "Mom and dad don't know. Neither does Zander."

Then I snapped. "How could they know if I don't fucking know Chris? And a better question how do you fucking know?" I ground out. Clearly frustrated. The lines on Chris's face hardened.

"How do you know mom and dad aren't home and heard that foul mouth?" He questioned.

How did I know? I just couldn't smell them. Or sense them. I mean there was of course a lingering smell. But-wait. How do I know this? Ugh this is frustrating. It seems I took to long to answer because Chris grinned.

"See your senses are coming in. Your hot now aren't you? And your hearing? It bigger? Your eyes too. And smell. Next your bones will be in pain from not changing."

He's right I was hot. And I did hear him from two stories up with a closed door. I haven't noticed my eyes. But it certainly explains the smell. And I was a bit sore...

When you grow up with Were's all your life it's not hard to wrap your mind around unnatural things. Okay so I was going to be a wolf. Cool! I love wolves. But I don't have a pack. Or an alpha, or someone to help me through the change.

Chris sensed my questions and put a plate of eggs bacon and hash browns in front of me. "Thanks" I mumbled.

"Okay so I don't know much about wolves. But I do know they need an alpha. If they don't have one they go nuts. Also I know if they don't have someone to help them through the change... They die." His face stayed calm. Figures he wouldn't care if I died.

"Okay so I need to find an alpha." I stated.

"Um actually I think I can help with that." He replied cautiously.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh ya? And what wolf do you know?" I scoffed.

"Okay. Well don't get mad. But I kinda took some of your DNA and brought it back to the place we adopted you. I crossed it through the names-"

The look on my face must have made him stop. My skin broke out in a cold sweat. My hands got clammy and my stomach squeezed around my breakfast.

"What are you saying Chris? Who can help?" My voice was sharp like blades and as cold as the arctic.

His eyes widened and he whispered something I couldn't hear. Then he gulped and his Adam's apple bobbed.

"Your parents." He spoke.

"Your birth parents." He clarified.

That's when my breakfast made its grand re-entrance.