The Son of Wolves (A Grey Wolves Series Fanfic)

Chapter 11

        Chapter 11

        I know that Percy told me to stay, but I just couldn't. Why would this old piece of paper have a wolf and me with witch powers? 

        At that moment, I remembered what Mom always told me when I was younger. She always said that I had Native American in me, but maybe what she meant is an old werewolf tribe! I mean she did say that I had North Dakota Native American blood and there is an old North Dakota wolf pack living there (except now they don't have an Alpha). Then my dad told me that my great grandmother was living proof that we had witches in our family bloodline. She was just so mean and cranky. Heck, some members of my own family was burned at the stake for supposedly being a witch. 

        Is this picture trying to tell me that I'm a werewolf and a witch? That wolf standing next to me is most definitely not Percy. Could that be me? I stood up from where I had been sitting. I crumbled the piece of paper and stuck it in the back pocket of my jeans. No one can know that I'm the girl from the picture. I've heard what Peri had said when she met any witch. She killed them and I like my life, thank you very much! I had to get out of there. I couldn't stay any longer. Sally and Jen would see me as a monster, a freak in a world of freaks. And to think that I fit in in my old life. Who woud've thought?

        I ran out of the library and ran smack dab into Costin. 

        "Woah, there Crystal! Where are you going in such a hurry?" He asked as he grasped my shoulders, trying to help steady me. 

        "Nowhere," I said. Great cover.

        "Well you don't need to be in such a hurry to get to nowhere, unless it has something to do with Jen. Does it?"

        I looked up at him and I tried desperately to come up with an excuse. "I-It does. She played a joke on me and now I have to get her back, naturally."

        "Ooh! I love to hear a good Jen prank. What did she do?" He asked as he leaned against the wall. 

        Could this guy really not see that I was in a hurry? Stupid wolf. Sorry, Sally but it's true.

        "She...um, drew a moustache on my face and wrote something so naughty on me that I would rather not repeat. And I thought I was a light sleeper. Guess not." I shrugged.

        "Yep, that sounds like something Jen would do. Sorry to hear it. Glad it came off though." He smiled.

        "Yeah, me too. Now if you'll excuse me," I sidestepped him and started to walk down the hall.

        "Alright you're excused. And take it easy on Jen!" 

        Once I turned the corner, I took off running and racing down the stairs into the plaza. That's how nice it looked. I opened the huge wooden doors and stepped outside. I took a deep breath of fresh air and before I could get any further, Sally and Jen came from around the corner of the garden. 

        I tried to blend into my surroundings, but wearing a bright neon pink sweatshirt didn't help. 

        "Oh hey, Crystal!" Sally called. "You alright?"

        "Yeah, I'm fine."

        Jen and Sally came to a stop in front of me.

        Jen took one look at me and said, "That's about as true as me saying, 'Why, I've never said anything above a PG rating.' So what's wrong?"

        "I-I can't tell you."

        "Why not?" Sally asked. "Crystal, you can tell us."