Revenant j. hale

Chapter 21

Sam's house was chaotic to say the least.

After the exchange just a few hours earlier and a long awaited explanation to Paul, he practically dragged me out of the small house and drove me to Sam's.

You could hear the noise from inside the car as you pulled up. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you could hear it from the beach. The shouting and rambling of a bunch of boys sounded like gibberish as Paul watched me closely.

My hands were particularly interesting at the moment. Small and childlike, my fingers tangling each other as I basically held my own hand. The anxiety shown from previous times were showcased on the bedding around my thumbnails, which you could see the skin had been picked at gently.

"Cay?" He called out gently. Anyone could hear the nerves in his own voice. My best friend had been shocked and tiptoeing around me after I told him the story of what happened to me, of course leaving out some bits of information that I hadn't told anyone yet. The dreams made a little more sense to him, having seen first hand how terrifying I become during and after having the nightmares. Regardless, it was still a lot to take on and try to comprehend.

Instead of saying anything I just nodded and got out of the truck. Walking slowly towards the little house that looked homey and warm I almost felt the nerves disappear. Paul turned around the edge of the truck and grabbed my hand. He had been doing things like that more now that he finally can.

He didn't even knock. Only the screen door was closed and he just walked right in, pulling me along behind him. All at once the chattering had stopped.

"Hello, Caylee." Sam greeted with a small smile.

"Sam we have to talk. It's important," Paul said quickly. Everyone shifted their eyes from me to him except a girl that was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, who smiled sweetly at me.

No other words needed to be said as the older boy stood up and walked out the door. I tried to give Paul the silent message not to leave me in here alone but instead he just gave the top of my head a gentle kiss and followed his friend. My body felt significantly colder as his figure moved further away from me.

"Hi, Caylee. I'm Emily." The beautiful girl from behind the counter said to me. It was the first time I could get a good look at her without Paul's broad shoulder in the way. Her face was gorgeous, along one side was what looked to be claw marks going down her face. It did nothing to hide her gentle eyes and warm smile that she gave me. Even with the scars she was still beautiful.

"Mind your business boys, I'm talking to our guest," she scolded at the half naked group that sat around the table staring.

That made me feel a little better. I walked towards the counter and sat at a little stool.

"Hello." I whispered awkwardly. She found it exciting as her smile grew and she pushed a plate of muffins toward me.

"Muffin?"

I took one to be polite and nibbled on the edge of it. These are good. Taking bigger bites I sunk down a little, more relaxed.

We made little conversation before the one and only, Jared Cameron came barging through the door with a wide grin.

"Well if it isn't my new best friend! How ya been Caylee? Haven't seen ya since you were all cozy in the hospital bed."

"I thought I was your best friend!" Another boy from the table shouted.

"No, Embry, you can't be my best friend anymore. You are far too boring and plain. And you ate my sandwich last week!" He responded, nose in the air and arms crossed like a child.

"Your name wasn't on it!" Embry retorted. Oh no.

"Yes it was! Can you not read? J-A-R-E-D what does that spell? Oh, right. JARED!"

"Would you two stop bickering," Emily scolded. That only led to mumbles from the two as Jared made his way over to me.

"Hi Jared," I giggled at his flustered state. Note to self: never eat Jared's sandwich.

"Hello Caylee." He smiled brightly before a loud growl broke through the air.

"What was that?"

"What was what?" Jared asked nervously. "I didn't hear anything. Did you hear anything, because I didn't? Lalala it was me singing." He rambled out.

With brows furrowed I made my way out the door to see what was going on.

I wasn't expecting two huge wolves to be in the front yard.

The silver one I had seen when I touched Paul was growling deeply in the face of an even bigger all black one.