Just a Touch {boyxboy}

Chapter 7

**Picture is of new person we meet in this chapter**

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~Dex~

My head was killing me and my body felt stiff and cold. I figured it was a hangover from Rileys party. I had definetly drank way too much. I mean I had the strangest dream, I had gone to Hunts house and slept there and then when we left to go for a walk to the forest he had been afraid of going onto the sky bridge, saying he was afraid of heights. Then there was a guy and he shot Hunt and he collapsed and before I could get to him I had been knocked unconcious.

A sound like chains moving sounded and I heard someone groan. I slowly opened my eyes to find myself laying on a hard metal floor. I looked up and saw bars all around me. I was in a cage. I looked around past the bars and noticed I was in some sort of basement. It kind of looked like my aunts actually. I groaned and sat up, looking over to my right I saw him. Oh god, it wasnt a dream. Hunt was against a wall with his hands chained above his head so that his feet barely touched the ground. He was still unconcious and his wound by his ribs was bleeding. I was about to call out to him when a man dressed in all black walked in.

"Ah I see you are awake. Have a nice nap?" He came over to my cage and knelt in front of me smiling and revealing a large scar from the right side of his chin to his left temple. He was a large guy, tense muscled moved under his clothes and his long black hair fell in front of his eyes. He pushed it back and the second I saw his eyes I knew exactly who he was.

"Uncle Jack?" I croaked. He just smiled and stood up walking over to Hunt. He grabbed a knife and walked over to him. My eyes widened and I yelled, "Dont touch him!"

"Relax Dexter. You know I never thought it would be my darling nephew that would be hanging around with one of them. I thought you had better taste in people." He proceeded to walk towards Hunt and cut his shirt off of him. I gasped at the sight of his wound, it was red and gushing blood. My uncle smacked his face so he woke up.

He groaned again and opened his eys. He seemed dazed as he looked around the room then his eyes fell on me and they widened. I stared at him in shock. His eyes werent the usual ice blue I was used to. They were white. They instantly reminded me of the wolf and his drawings. The thought was out of my mind quick though when Jack dug his finger into the bullet hole. Hunt yelled out and I caught a glimpse of long sharp canines.

 Hunt turned his eyes to Jack and snarled. "What the fuck do you want? Why is he in a cage? Who are--" His words were cut off when Jack placed his finger back into the wound. Hunt grit his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut. Jack turned back to me with a smug smile before picking up a cup of water and pooring it on Hunt. 

"That should keep you awake for a while monster." Jack hissed. Then he walked over to me and sat down beside me. "So I bet you are wondering whats going on arent you?" I nodded and he continued, "And I take it you dont know what he is?" 

"Wh- what do you mean? Why is he not dieing? H- he has a bullet in him! You have to do something!" I was shaking and I grabbed the bars leaning closer to my Uncle.

"Well first off, this monster wont die from a little bullet. Though the fact that the bullet was soaked in wolfs bain will mean he wont be healing and it will keep him in this half way stage. Now--"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING? YOU SHOT AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD BOY AND CHAINED HIM TO YOUR WALL!" I screamed cutting him off.

"Do. Not. Interupt. Me. Now as I was saying," He gave me a pointed look before continuing, "This monster is not a human, he is a werewolf. Now I know you probably dont believe in them but I can assure you they are real. As you can--"