Too Tempted

Noah (10)

My friends were all asleep, even Jade. The rain rested my spirit and my soul, and the comfort of being in a group that I felt I belonged in had given me a happy buzz. The shadowy figure was my only concern, and I was tempted to get up and fight him myself. But the thought of accidentally waking up Jade had brought me back to reality.

Enzion talked in his sleep, muttering a string of words every once in a while, breaking my concentration on the figure who was staying in the exact same spot, keeping his distance.

"I'm sorry, Father," Enzion muttered, still asleep. "I'm sorry that I am such a disappointment."

I tried to ignore him, not wanting to invade his privacy. From what I knew, his father had been killed earlier today. I knew from experience that it took a while to get over the fact that you would never be able to see that person again.

I also knew that he was trying his best to cover up the hole in his heart with determination, and I admired him for that.

Suddenly, the figure was a few steps closer than he was before. I tried not to panic, the person might only be curious. But something in my gut told me that he wasn't only interested in my group. He was wearing a black cloak that hid most of his face, and I was assuming his gender based on the fact that they had broad shoulders and a faint beard.

I was going to wake Enzion, but the peaceful look on his face stopped me. He was as quiet as a mouse and the only noise i heard other than the relaxing rain was Arius's snores.

I almost woke Phoenix, but decided against it because she also looked completely exhausted. Jade was going to be of little use as I did not want to get her involved, so that left me to watch this man and hope that he wouldn't move any closer.

There was a tiny part of my brain that was holding onto hope, telling me that the man was not going to move any more, but I knew that it would be much wiser to prepare for the worst than the best.

I kept my eyes on the unknown being, but let my other senses wander. I could tell by the smell of him that he was most likely not human, which made my fire of panic burn a little more.

Using the sense of smell in the rain was like running through a maze. I could never be sure what a particular person smelt like. In this case, the strangers' scent could have been twisted and tumbled around with my friends' smell, tricking my mind completely.

From what I knew, all 'species' had a different smell. Humans smelt of a mixture of rust and salt that was almost never pleasant. Werewolves smelt of vodka and pine ], a very strange mixture. Witches, even though Phoenix was the first one I have met, smell of rosemary and lavender. And Griffins smell of lemon and lime. This man, if the smell was correct, was a werewolf.