Under The Wolf Moon

Chapter twenty-four

Standing in the middle of the hallway...that's what I'm doing right now. I'm still not able to move. I'm at this moment in my life where I have no idea what to do, how to react. I don't know if I should be relieved or scared. I was somewhat expecting it but I wanted it to be not real. But that means that he got turned into a Lycan or he was already one...or he can be another kind of creature. 

Why him?

I just don't know to react, but I certainly don't want to believe he's like the beast we saw. What if it's him?

No, it can't be. He must be something else, right? Like a vampire or something? Well, not a vampire because they can't go outside during daylight. However, I felt betrayed and hurt by this. I've known him for a few months and I think we were starting to develop some kind of relationship. But he kept that secret from me. 

I wonder if he's the person that Mike was talking about the other day.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I felt sparks through my right arm, then pain because of the bruises. Logan stood in front of me with a concerned look.

''Are you okay?'' He asked, concerned. If I'm okay? You dumb shit left me scared to death thinking you were dead. And you never called back only a text that was saying 'sorry'.

I pulled my arm away. ''I'm fine,'' I replied. I'm not. I just want to cover myself with blankets and cry. His face is perfectly fine. Not even a bruise or a scratch. I rubbed my arm, trying to make the pain go away. But obviously, he had to see it. He grabbed back my arm and slowly lifted up my sleeve.

He looked back at me and had a look of guilt. ''I'm so sorry.'' He gently touched it which made me calm down. I hate it! Every time he touches me, I feel safe, sparks and all that crap. I pulled my arm away from him and pulled my arm out of his grip. People just walked by us. None of them looked at us. That's what I was saying. People are too focused on themselves that they don't notice what's around them. ''I'm sorry.'' I really want to forgive him, but at the same time, I don't know if I can. I had trouble sleeping because he didn't answer my calls or my texts. I was so worried and now, he just--he just, looks normal, like if nothing had happened.

I ignored him and walked past him. This is insane! Like freaking insane! Scratch that. It's fucking insane!

Someone grabbed my arm and by the sparks, I knew it was Logan. Then I was pulled into the janitor room.

He closed the door and I glared at him.

He turned around to face me and I started yelling, ''What the hell is wrong with you?!!'' He took a step closer, but I pushed him back. ''Stay away from me!'' There was still a small part of me that was trying to convince me he wasn't one of them.

''Vanessa...'' He began, but I cut him off.

''No! That's not normal Logan.''

''I'm sorry,'' He repeated again. If he says it again, I swear, I will explode of anger.

''Stop saying that! You kept this away from me for months! I was worried about you this weekend! You didn't answer my text, then you come to school looking fine and start acting as nothing happened.'' I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

He sighed, ''Look, I can't explain.''

''Then I'm out,'' I stated. I tried to walk past him. I placed my hands on his chest as I tried to shove him away, but he didn't move an inch. I let out a sigh and stepped back. He looked at me with a guilty look on his face. ''Don't you dare to say it. I swear if you apologize again, I'll--ugh!'' I don't even know what I'm feeling right now. The only thing I did was to punch his chest and he didn't seem fazed by it which frustrated me even more. "You're one of them."