Lost Wolf {Book 1 of White Star Series: Boyxboy, Werewolf}

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Mark

"Dude, -here ar- -ou?"

"What? You're breaking up?" I ask wearily from my bed into his phone. It's what, midnight? I like myself a party and all but sometimes it's just not good timing or I'm not in the mood to get wasted.

"It- -y bir--day!" Ugh, what's with that loud music? Already, my head is starting to hurt.

"It's fucking midnight! Don't you know some people need sleep!?!" I yell softly into my phone trying not to wake my parents; they don't like it when I sneak out. But, if I do, I'm not to wake them and not to get wasted. And, I tend not to brake their rules.

"Dude! Com- on. It'- -y --rthday!" Dude, if you're trying to talk to me, leave the room so I can hear you fully for crying out loud.

"Fine! But leave the damn room next time so I an hear you!" Not waiting for a his rebut, I end the call and crawl out of bed. I don't wanna go... Stripping down to my boxers, I walk to my closet and pull out my acid washed jeans and a random red t-shirt from where it hangs. Grabbing my flip flops because they're the easiest things to pull on, I dress quickly so I can get out. Getting another drunk call from Brendan isn't something I really want.

Just as I'm about to leave, I see a light go on from under my door. Looks like I have to go out the window; this shall be interesting.

Slowly, I unlock the window, praying to God that it doesn't squeak or make any loud noise. Though oiled regularly, our house has been standing for centuries so it's nothing short of being old.

Built when the first colonist arrived from the Netherlands, it was the home of my great great great grand mother. She was a wealthy land owner and a werewolf, so slowly our family grew; and slowly our power. In 1845 though, my great grandfather was murdered here and the house was burned down. Ruined and disheartened, our family mourned. We mourned about a year until we realized that we physically destroyed what our family had built, and we were not going to have that. So, we rebuilt; we came back stronger, and more powerful. We have one of the biggest cities in the world and busiest ports within our boarders.

Opening the window, the cool chilled air penetrates the warmth of the room with haste. No long amount of time later, I was driving away in my car to Brendan's house. Arriving was like entering a typical college dorm party: plastic cups all over the lawn, toilet paper everywhere, music blaring louder than it should for midnight, all that stuff. It's funny how those movies actually mirror life sometimes and yet other times they don't. I mean, nerds don't get physically beat, but the parties, the couples making out on the side of the hallways, high school pregnancies, that stuff is true to an extent.

Taking a deep breath, I open my door and enter the darkness. Please don't be a mistake, coming here. Reminder for next time; bring a fricken sweatshirt!
That probably would be a good idea, wouldn't it? Especially since it's only like 45° out or something like that.

Walking up the walkway, it's kind of surprising to see how many drunken bodies there are stumbling along to their cold cars. Lets hope nobody tries to drive; that would end up being disastrous. At Brendan's last party, someone took out a fire hydrant trying to drive home; let's just say, it was raining for about 15 hours until the fire department could turn off the valve. His parents where beyond annoyed along with the rest of the neighborhood but after 20 days of community service by him and the offender, it was all forgiven.

Right as I get to the front porch, one of my teammates burst out of the door with a different slut on each arm. I shutter in disgust but plaster on a smile as he calls my name enthusiastically, but heavily slurred from the influence. All I know is that he won't wake up peacefully. Some people don't know when to stop, I tell you.