How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

An Angry Wolf

"Arrrrrggghhh!"

Jonathan was awake. We all turned to the bed where he was struggling hard against the metal chains. They were doing their job.

"Release me!" He demanded.

Yeah, no fucking way.

Even though Jonathan was scary as hell,  he was now strapped down and unable to move. That helped my fear a lot. I got up walked towards him, making sure to stay just out of his reach.

"Why would we do that?"

Jonathan focused on me as I spoke, his blue eyes full of anger.

"Alec," he said with a deep growl to his voice, "Let me go, and I'll let you live. I can't promise the same for the rest of your friends, but you can trust my word. I would never harm a fellow wolf without cause."

Yeah, there was still no bloody way I was going to free him.

"I don't believe you," I said as venomously as I could, "You've killed two people, you attempted to kill all of us. Twice. Why would I trust anything that you say?"

"And, yet, here I am. Still very much alive," Jonathan pointed out, "Now, I believe there is a reason for that, am I right? You need me."

He wasn't wrong. We still needed to get him to The Council. It wasn't going to be over until then.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," Jonathan said as he stopped trying to break free of the chains, "Trust me when I say this; I will get out of here, and when I do I will kill all of you. That's a promise."

I didn't doubt that he would, but I was not prepared to think about that. As far as I was concerned Jonathan would only be released into a cell. He was trying to scare us, get inside our heads. Hopefully, we was stronger than that.

We had to be.

There was no reason to believe any of us would release Jonathan. It just wouldn't make sense. Not that any of this made sense, to be honest. The danger of this supernatural world had suddenly become frighteningly real, and I was stuck in the middle of it.

"You don't scare me," I said, trying to level the nerves in my voice. "You might be a murderer, but your the one tied up mate, not me. Your threats mean nothing."

"Just to say, you still scare the shit out of me," Wesley added from the sofa, his sandwich now fully demolished.

Chaz looked around all of us before heading towards the door to the kitchen, "I think we need to talk. In private," he said.

"I'll stay and watch Jonathan," Wesley said, pulling his handgun out of his pocket. "At least he's tied down. I can deal with that."

He left no point of argument so I followed Kian, Victoria and Chaz out into the kitchen.

As before, the kitchen of Chaz's Diner was a gleaming world of stainless steel. There were various pots and pans sizzling over the stoves, the smells from which were saliva inducing. My thoughts went from the food to Chaz himself as he shut the door behind us.

"Okay, I have to ask, what's with the angry werewolf in my living room?"

I wasn't sure of the best way to answer. My main thought was how weird it was that a zombie would still have a living room considering that they were, well, dead. The thought just blew my mind.

"We just need to hold him here until we can figure out a way to get him to The Council, then we get them to listen to our case," Victoria explained.

"I can't say I like the idea of having him here," Chaz replied, "I do hope you realise that this puts us all in danger. I denied sanctuary to Jonathan. SPECTRE will know by now that he's here."

"We know," Kian replied, "Look, we'll just minimise the risk. Take it in turns to watch him. Wes can start, as he's already in there. Victoria next, then me, and then Alec. We can make sure we're constantly alert. If he tries anything we'll be prepared for it. If SPECTRE do turn up we'll hand him over."

I wasn't entirely sure if Kian's plan would work. The thought that at any moment there would only be one of us ready and able to fight off Jonathan was concerning. He was strong, if not stronger, than any one of us. If a paranormal hit squad were going to rain down on us at any point, I doubted they were going to be in the mood to talk.

"Okay," Chaz eventually said. "You seem to have it all planned out, but if something does go wrong, I will be calling SPECTRE in myself. I have my clientele to think of."

That was fair enough, I guess. He was right. We had brought danger into his home. He had every right to fuck us off. If I was Chaz, would have done that a long time ago.

After our chat, I decided to join Kian in the main part of the restaurant, while Victoria elected to go and tell Wesley the plan for the evening. We tucked into a dinner of cheeseburgers and chips. My mind was still firmly back in the living room with Jonathan.

Once we headed back to check on Wesley, Chaz sent in bowls of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce for dessert. Victoria conjured up three hammocks as she took over the watch.

I laid in my hammock, sleep didn't come easy. When it did I slipped back into the same old nightmare.

I was back in the house. The house that I didn't recognise. I was alone in the large, empty hallway. I stood looking down towards the heavy oak door at the end of the hall.

Then there was a knock.

I tensed up. At some point I would have to confront whatever was behind the door.

Then it knocked again.

"Who's there?" I called out, steeling my nerves. As I reached the door, the knocking got louder and more intense.

I reached for the handle, which was shaking with pure force as whatever was on the other side tried to get through. I took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

Standing in the doorway, holding up a gun, was a bedraggled looking Harry Jekyll. He was shaking and crying, his shirt ripped and torn, his hair long and messy. It wasn't like him at all.

"I'm sorry, Alec," he said.

Then I heard a gunshot and I woke up with a jump.