Being a Werewolf

Chapter 8 One secret

            As I watched them disappear in the dark shadowy forest, pain shot through my stomach, my knees suddenly went out, and I was falling to the ground. My stomach was turning flips and I felt like I was going to throw up, like something was right there in my throat and wanted out, but never came.

            “Holy crap! Skye! Skye! Are you okay?” I heard Dezmin softly speaking. I could barely hear him, but I could see the worry on his face. He was kneeling next to me laying flat on the ground with my head in his hand. I felt rather than seen them next to me, Clinton and Izbel both was kneeled down on either side of my head.

            “Are you okay, Skye?” Brenton asked, in his deep voice standing behind Dezmin.

            I nodded, sitting up slowly. My stomach was hurting, like something had scratched my insides. I has no idea what it was, but at the moment the one thing that was on my mind was what Malachi had said about everyone showing their secrets.

            “What was Malachi talking about when he said everyone was showing their secrets?” I asked. Dezmin was the only who did not turn away from me. Brenton had turned on his heels and walked over to the fire, with Izbel right behind him, putting her hand on his shoulder. Clinton stayed next to me, but his face was turned in the other direction. Dezmin held a blank profile. What the hell was up with all of them? Anger was hitting my surface and I felt like I was going to explode, with fire, red anger.

            “WHAT THE HELL WAS HE TALKING ABOUT…I WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!” I yelled at all the people that refused to look my way. Brenton had turned around and stared me down. Seconds went by as he stood there; Izbel must have believed that I couldn’t hear her as she whispered to Brenton.

 “We should tell her, she deserves to know at least a little before it actually happens.”

            “You are right Skye; you deserve to know what he was talking about and about what is going to happen to you very soon. Unfortunately, we are not allowed to tell you…But we can show you some things,” Brenton informed walking toward me.

            “Only if she is ready,” Morgan yelps jumping off a log walking to us.

            “Yeah, if we are going to get into trouble, at least make sure she is fully ready for what she is about to find out,” Clinton explained.

            “I really don’t know what you guys are talking about, but I can say that I am ready for whatever you tell me. I really want to know,” I said standing up. Dezmin’s hand was at my back making sure I didn’t fall.

            “If we get into trouble, Brenton I’m blaming it all on you,” Izbel said with smile. I knew that what she was saying was true. She always made sure that I knew she was going to blame me for something when she told our parents some lie. Brenton rolled his eyes at her, but never said anything to her.

            “Really, what are yall talking about. Tell me,” I eagerly demanded. Brenton nodded his head. And slowly everyone: Brenton, Clinton, Dezmin, Izbel, and Morgan, started pulling off pieces of clothing and lifting up pieces of their clothes.

Morgan moved her short hair to the right side of face exposing the left side of her neck. A tiny wolf with its head to the ground stood on all fours. It was pitch black and small as it only took up a small part of her neck.

Clinton lifted his faded jeans to his hairy knee cap, on his left leg showing a large black wolf on his cafe. The wolf was lying down with his head looking straight ahead.