ppgzxrrbz call of the wolves

let the wolf hunt begin

Buttercup lay in her bed, tired and uncomfortable. She had been tossing and turning for minutes, thinking back to Michael's minty breath on her ear. And his words. Those words. What had they meant?

His breath tickled her ear. "And sadly I don't like talking to the friends of the Ruffs either. And what a pity too; you seem like such a nice girl." When he pulled away, his gaze was cold. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go."

Everything about Michael was proving to be a mystery, and it was one Buttercup couldn't seem to solve. There were just too many pieces missing to the puzzle; like the answers Michael had refused to provide for her questions.

Buttercup sat up, feeling drenched in sweat. Her room felt hot and stuffy, and she was thirsty. Michael and his friends were taking over her mind. Buttercup decided she needed air. Air to breathe; help clear her mind and let her think.

She slowly crawled out of her bed, carefully picking her way through the mess on the floor to the door. She winced as the door creaked when she opened it, and she set foot outside in the hallways. Buttercup shot a look to the rooms she knew her sisters and the Professor occupied, begging silently they wouldn't wake up.

Buttercup then floated silently down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen. The rooms looked unwelcoming in the quiet darkness, with dark, looming shadows. Buttercup flicked on the light to the kitchen, crossing the room to the sink.

She grabbed a cup and turned the tap on, watching as crystal-clear water splashed into her cup. She then turned the tap off and gulped the water down, letting out a sigh of relief for the refreshing treat.

Buttercup turned to stare at the window, out at the sky with the moon shimmering behind dark clouds. Should I go out? She knew it was nearly 2:00 am, and she had school tomorrow, but she desperately wanted fresh air.

So against her better judgement, Buttercup grabbed a coat and flew to the front door. She thrust it open and flew out, relieved to be outside.

Flying into the night sky, Buttercup did spirals and other cool moves as she drank in the different scents and noises. Everything seemed..."fresher" at night, especially after the recent rainfall Townsville had just had.

Buttercup soon found herself back at the forest she and Butch had been, where he'd pushed her out of the way as someone hunted for him...

What had he said to her?

"I'm not what you think I am," breathed the spiky-black haired bad boy, leaning in.

Buttercup landed silently, her feet grazing the forest floor. She surveyed her surroundings, and she was going to take off again, until she heard voices.

"Maxim, no one's here. Let's go already."

"I swear to God; I smelled him last time we came here. I even saw him! He ran in here."

An impatient sigh. "Dammit, Maxim; do you want to report to Danes that we wasted our hunting time looking in places we already looked?"

"Shut up, Coal. He was here, I know it!"

"Maxim—wait, stop. I can hear someone."