Unintentionally Involved

Chapter Two: How the Werewolf Ended up on my Kitchen Floor

So Iro was a really tall muscular blonde girl who turned out to be able to carry a werewolf bridal style. Katherine wasn’t sure if this was physically possible for a human; Kat was neither tall nor muscular and had no idea what the average werewolf weighed.

She didn’t want to jump to conclusions about whatever secret Iro had that had exposed her to the supernatural, but she wasn’t ruling out on Iro actually being a troll or part giant or something.  

Kat walked in front of them, partially to act as a lookout, but mostly because she was the only one who actually knew the way to her aunt’s house. She felt ridiculous, but thanked God that they were on the east side because if they weren’t, they wouldn’t have had a chance in hell of actually pulling this off.

They stuck down Old Henry Drive, which, despite it being a long road, only had a total of ten houses with huge lawns, most of them not well taken care of. All the better to sneak through. 

“Do you even know where you’re going?” Came Iro’s annoyed voice from a couple of feet behind Katherine.

They had been wondering around for ten minutes now, and the adrenaline rush of doing something rebellious had worn off. But it wasn’t Kat’s fault her aunt lived on the edge of town. 

“Yes. Actually.” Katherine said, a little too confidently. “Totally sure.”

“Fantastic,” Iro scoffed, clearly not impressed.

“Why? Getting tired?” Kat asked like it was a challenge, even though she was genuinely curious. Iro had been holding that ball of fur for the past ten minutes and hadn’t asked to take a break once. 

“NO.” Iro immediately said, way more defensively than Katherine had expected.

“Ohhh-kay, but we’re almost there,” Kat said as she recognized the huge yellow rock that meant her aunt’s driveway was nearby, “I swear.”

“Whatever. I could carry him all day,” Iro replied confidently. Kat didn’t justify that with a response. 

They were just making the turn towards her aunt’s house when Kat heard Iro swear. For a second, Kat thought that it was just her imagination because Iro had way too much pride to admit defeat, but when she turned around Kat swore too.

The werewolf was wiggling in Iro’s arms. Kat first guessed that he’d woken up and that the spell hadn’t been as bad as she had originally thought, but his eyes were shut and he was thrashing around randomly. It was like he was having a nightmare. He wasn’t waking up. 

That’s when Kat smelled it; the brimstone and smoke that Kat had been ignoring suddenly became intense, almost suffocating. He smelled like death. Now it was Kat’s time to swear as she broke into a sprint for the house. She did not just carry him here, or rather, have Iro carry him here, for the werewolf to just die.

She was half way to the house when she heard a howl. She flinched because it sounded like a scream, like a horrible painful scream. That and they had literally just walked all this way, hiding behind bushes, trying to be quiet, just for a werewolf to howl and give away their location.