Another F***ing Werewolf Story

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Chapter 6

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I liked to think I still held some manners about myself, despite fighting being ladylike on every platform. I really, really liked to think I knew how to hold a fork and wipe my face with a napkin, even sit upright in a chair. 

But when my mother set a plat of preheated leftovers from last night before me (a cheesy casserole with yellow rice, chicken and southwest corn) I ravished the entire plate in thirty seconds, the heat of the food scalding my tongue. It was all my mother could do to run back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room with more portions of the casserole before she finally had the remaining dish set in front of me, watching me in awe as I devoured every square inch of the meal. 

For once, I did not care about the seven onlookers I had, not including my parents. 

It was only after the dish was scraped clean and my mother was scrambling six eggs in the kitchen for me that I finally wiped my face and looked up from my feasting. 

I first saw Declan.

Of course, I'd see him first. 

His face stuck out like a sore thumb. Well, more like a glowing angel in the midst of chaos. 

And then I noticed Hector, the lankier kid from school. He looked similar to Decland, but his eyes were much darker, and his face a lot more narrow. He was donning a snug black t-shirt and a pair of slim-fitting jeans. To his right was left was Zander, face creased with worry as he watched me. The top buttonS of his white shirt was undone and his blue tie had been loosened. 

My dad was leaned against the corner, his business suit pressed and clean, but his face aged with concern as he regarded me, his only child, with hesitance, no doubt the scene from last night replaying over and over in his head as he left me abandoned on the road. 

I lay my eyes upon two middle-aged people, a man, and a woman. They appeared to be in their upper forties, their dark eyes wrought with age and their caramel skin barely touched by time. They wore it well. The man had long hair, bunched in a bun on his head while his severe eyes stared at me with something akin to hatred. While the woman, her wild dark hair almost shrouded her eyes, but I did not miss the vile glint within her dark orbs. 

At last, I was startled to see Kelly staring at me with the slightest of smiles upon her lips, but it didn't reach her forest-green eyes. It curdled my stomach sent a shiver up my spine. Beside her was a man I presumed to be her father, as they had identical eyes and nasal structure, his salt and pepper hair, and masculinity distinguishing him from his daughter immediately.