Wolves

Ch 21

I paced in my room, back and forth, back and forth, my heart pounding in my chest, I didn’t see Chat Friday and now it’s Saturday night. I wanted to get everything over with as soon as possible, but the longer I drew everything out, the more panic wells up in my stomach.

I was on lap 70 I think of my room and I wasn’t feeling any calmer that 60 paces ago.

My breath was shallow and my feet heavy like cinder bricks. I yelp in surprise at the tap at my window, josseling me out of my thoughts. I breathed a sigh of relief when I opened it to Chat.

“Hey, it’s been awhile.” I smirked, helping him in.

“Oh. yeah, sorry about that, I had to go to my dad’s Christmas business dinner.” He apologised. I nodded in understanding.

After a moment, I managed to work up the courage to speak.

“Could I talk with you? I need to tell you something.” I watched my feet, I wasn’t brave enough to meet his eyes.

“Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” He led me to my chaste and we sat down.

I took a few shuddering breaths, tears dripping from my eyes, maybe I can drown in them before I tell Chat everything.

“S-so, um.” I stuttered. “Sorry, this is just really hard.”

“Um, purrincess?”

“Yeah?” I looked up at him. ‘Does he know?’

“Are you breaking up with me?”

“No! Nonono, why would I?” My brow furrowed with concern.

His shoulders relaxed at my words. “Okay, sorry, I was just worried for a moment. What is it?”

“Oh, well, um.” I muttered what I was trying to say.

“Pardon?” he took my hand in worry. “Marinette, please know that anything that’s bothering you, I will help you with it, you know?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure how anyone can help me with this thing though.” I looked back down at my feet. “I’m a werewolf.”

Chat was silent for a second before I heard a small, muffled laugh. I looked up, not sharing his amusement.

“What?” I snapped, leaning back.

“Sorry, just, werewolves aren't real. They’re something from fairy tales.” He saw my serious face and his laughter started to die.

“I feel as if you're the last person who should be poking fun at this constering you parade around the city dressed as a cat.” I raised an eyebrow.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged. “So, what are you like as a wolf?”

“I- I really don’t know, this is my first month as a werewolf.”

“Pardon?” His face paled. “So you became one during the last full moon. How long ago was that?”

“The night of the bridge.” My hands started to quiver as I watched the realization cross his face.

“S-so that night, what you’re saying is that-” I nodded. “And that man-?”

“He was the werewolf before me. He wanted to kill the wolf by killing the vessel.” I buried my face in my hands.

“Well, he won’t be able to get to you anymore.” Chat rubbed my back, trying to reassure both me and himself.

“No, you don’t understand. I made an agreement with him that by the setting of the next full moon, I’d have transferred the wolf or died.” I wiped my tears away with my sleeve. “I don’t want to hurt anyone so I had already made up my mind. I’d stall for the whole month and at the end of it, I would face my fate and die.” I had finally admitted everything, it felt like a weight had been lifted from my chest and I felt insanely better, I didn’t feel happy, but better.