Wicked Game

Chapter 16

Kasey's POV

I wasn't even going to provide an excuse for the way I showed up at home. It would be totally pointless, as my siblings got the front row seats to me getting out of Derek's car, wearing Derek's clothes, the morning after a school dance. I jump straight to the point, and lock myself in my room.

I quickly change into a set of my own clothes, tossing the dress and heels aside, and leaving Derek's at my feet. I pull a pair of black leggings on, wriggling into them. I pluck an Audioslave t-shirt from my dresser, and topped it off with my flannel. I enjoy having my flannel back at least.

This all occurred as my siblings pounded on the door, spurting questions through it. I huff, staring at the rumbling door.

I don't have to do this today, I think to myself. I don't have to listen, I don't have to explain, I don't have to be here. I eye my bed room window, sinking deep into thought.

I slip my shoes on my feet hurriedly, and open my bed room window. It would be a long drop from my room... What am I saying, I'm a werewolf now! I can make a little drop.

I hoist myself over the ledge of the window, and grip the window sill, trying to gain some sort of balance on the slanted roof. I inhale deeply before losing my hold on the window sill, and pressing my palms and butt to the roof. I can do this, I think to myself, eyeing the height of the jump. I take one more deep breath before bringing myself to the ledge, and drop from the height.

A sharp pain shot up my left leg, and I wince. I hold it there for just a moment, waiting for the pain to subside. I examine the house, making sure none of them had put the pieces together.

I stand, shaking off the cramping in my leg. The pack probably wouldn't appreciate me leaving the house, granted there's some hunter after me, but I couldn't stay home right now. Not with a bunch of people on my tail because they think I have this big buff boyfriend, which I don't.

I decide to make my way to Lydia's house. She would be good company until I decided to return home.

On my way there, I keep my eyes peeled. We don't know how long that girl has been watching me for, so now was the time more than any to be keeping wary. I tune in to my senses, listening to the leaves rattle with the wind pushing all the different scents past me. Nothing seems out of place, but I still pay attention. I'm going against what the pack advises, so I might as well be smart about it.

Once I finally reach Lydia's house, I climb up the front stairs, and rap my knuckles on the door. A middle aged woman answers the door momentarily.

"Hi, is Lydia home?" I ask, assuming it was her mother.

"Yes she is, come in. What's your name?" She asks me, standing back and holding the door open for me.

"Kasey, I'm one of Lydia's friends," I give her a kind smile, and hear a pair of footsteps slipping down the stairs.

"Kasey, what are you doing here?" Lydia asks curiously but kindly.

"I was bored, so I figured I would go for a walk and see what you were doing," I answer as she waves me up the stairs.

"You're hair is a mess. Have you not taken it out since last night?" She asks me. When we reach the top of the stairs, she goes further in depth with the questions.

"What was that all about last night? We were so worried about you!" She says in a hoarse whisper as she led me to her room.

"I got poisoned with wolfsbane," I inform her, keeping my voice down low too. "Some girl spilled my drink on my dress so she gave me hers. Apparently it was drugged."