Chapter 2-
I wake up the next morning by someone calling my name loudly and banging on the door.
"Come on Evan! We're going to be late for school if you don't hurry up!" A familiar voice calls out through the thin wooden door of my bedroom, piercing my ears louder than it should.
Panicking that he's going to walk in and see me as a wolf I try to stand and hide somewhere. But as I stand I come to the realisation that I am no longer a wolf, instead standing back on two human legs.
Quickly coming to my senses as Joey bangs on the door once more I run into my room and pull on a pair of black skinny jeans, an open red and black button flannelette shirt over a white shirt and white vans.
"I'm coming, hold on." I yell out as he knocks again.
"About fucking time." He groans.
"No swearing in my house, Joey!" My dad yells from downstairs.
"Sorry Mr Wood!"
I unlock the door and Joey walks freely in, my house is practically his and Vis versa.
His jaw falls slack. "What the fu-hell happened in here?!" He corrects before he can slip the f-bomb again. A smile slowly spreads across his face, "Did you finally get the ass?"
"NO!" I practically scream, "I've told you, I'm not doing that until I'm sure I've found someone worth doing it with."
He groans and takes a seat on the cleanest part of the bed. "Well what are you waiting for? Hurry up and get your things together!"
While I rush around the room gathering together my books into my school bag I notice how bad the damage to my room really is. Did I really do all of this? It could have just been one of them dreams where you're still dreaming but what you dream also happens out of it. Exactly the same to when you dream about peeing and it actually happens.
Feathers of different colours and sizes span across the floor like snow, making the whole place seem more magical than it really is. I'm not going to enjoy the time when I have to clean it up. I guess if I can stop mum from coming in my room I'll never have to clean it at all...
What a great idea!
"You having breakfast with us?" I ask Joey.
He barely looks up from his phone as he simply nods in reply. Reminding me of my phone I shift through the clothes on my bathroom floor until I feel my phone in my hands, I try turning it on but it does nothing. It must be flat.
I plug it into the wall and leave to the kitchen with Joey behind me. We sit at the table and moments later my mum walks in carrying a plate of eggs, bacon, toast and tomatoes. I pile up my plate until the plate's impossible to see.
Everyone gawks at me while I begin to eat. I pause for a moment, "What?" I ask with a mouth full of food.
"Isn't that a little too much, honey?" Mum says.
My stomach growls in response to her question. "I'm a growing boy mum; I need all the help I can get."
She shakes her hair slightly but walks back into the kitchen, hopefully to cook more of this delicious food. I'm so hungry.
Halfway through my meal I consider telling Joey about what happened last night in my room because no matter how much I try to tell myself; I know it wasn't a dream. It was too realistic to be one.
Weighing the pros and cons in my head while I eat I finally come to the decision against it. I have a feeling that if I tell him he'll consider me overly crazy and have me thrown into a mental hospital. I don't know about you but that doesn't seem very appealing.
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The Alpha In Him (BoyxBoy)
Werewolf'My mum always told me, "What makes a man is what's in his heart; not what's in his mind."' Evan Wood is like any other teenager, at least he was. When something suddenly attacks him one night he's left for dead on a concrete alleyway ground, bleedi...