Silver Eyes

Stray

It had been almost a week of suffering and I sat alone in my room with my eyes glued to my computer. I was trying to do my homework, but every little change in my environment distracted me. The sky was steadily deepening from bright cyan to navy, bidding me to leave the building as if being outside away from the artificial lights would make my head feel better. I was absolutely struggling to get my homework done and contemplated giving up, but I knew I'd feel guilty if I didn't try to finish. I stared down at my impossibly pale hands as my fingers rested on the keys. No message was issued from my brain to my fingers and my document stared blankly at me. I grit my teeth, willing my mind to come up with something, but it merely made my hands ache with inaction. I growled in frustration and shoved myself away from the desk and the damn blinking cursor.

Tears rolled down my face from the strain as if something in me finally gave up trying to pretend to be alright. I wondered if I had just been sick the whole time and it had made me delirious. What if since Alex died, I had made up people and situations that had only existed in my mind? Maybe my mom had put me at an insane asylum and I was sitting on a white bed, in a white room, rocking back and forth mumbling to myself. Thoughts of Jack surfaced as I paced with my hands pressing the back of my head. I would lose him in this mess. Maybe I never had him...Maybe he didn't exist...

I huffed and grabbed my keys and a sweatshirt. I was aggravated that my body still ached and I strode towards the exit as if the movement would speed up the departure of whatever disease still hung on to me. I didn't trouble myself with coming up with somewhere to go, so I just let my legs take me along the sidewalk naturally. The sky was dark when I reached the empty school building. I looked up at it as I slowed to a halt in the grass by the tables. I barely noticed the cold breeze as I stood staring into the vacant field. I was so introverted, I barely noticed the dreadlock guy lounging on a nearby table, staring right at me.

"Stray," his voice called to me, prompting me to turn my smoldering eyes to him.

"What?" I practically whispered it. Irrational rage had built up in me and I felt like heat was escaping my eyes, lips, and nose as I scowled at him.

"Come here." I looked at his scarred arms, his pastiche of tattoos, and his broad chest. I knew better than to get much closer. There was something in his blue eyes that told me he was a werewolf, or it could've been his smell.

"Fuck you." I barked defensively, still facing the fields. "What do you want?' I asked coldly.

"Calm down," he said leaning back on the table he was sitting at. His legs were stretched out in front of him and his bulky muscles made me instinctively afraid, though I tried not to look it. Instead, I focused on looking angry. "I heard Kraven turned you."

"Who?" I asked, frustrated. I was shaking with the effort of standing still as if my body was being pulled down by an unseen force. My head wanted to fall back, my arms wanted to stretch forward, and my knees wanted to buckle and let my body collapse towards the ground. I breathed heavily with the difficulty of resisting it. My eyesight flickered black as if I was going to pass out and my head spun. I tried to stay completely still, but I felt like my body was moving even as I stood there motionlessly, merely breathing.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

"Who are you?"

"My name's Wolf." He answered, adjusting his position to lean his upper-body toward me, his forearms perching on his knees and his dreadlocks swinging as they slid off his shoulders.