Author: One More Note PM
Brittany is fifteen, with an obsession with werewolves and a longing for a supernatural life, because being normal just isn't enough. But you should always be careful of what you want, and of temptations...Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Chapters: 21 - Words: 13,914 - Reviews: 23 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 03-06-13 - Published: 12-25-12 - id: 3085949
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I finally got some alone time in the bathroom. And I needed it. I needed to think.
I wasn't a werewolf.
Scratch that, I was. I was a shape-shifter werewolf. I was different from Audrey's pack. My pack, my friends, they were different, too.
But what puzzled me the most was Jake. And as I thought about him, things started to make less sense.
Jake finds out that the other pack has discovered me.
Jake calls his pack and does some kind of emergency-meeting thing, only to ditch me. What was the point of that? If he wanted to ditch me, then why have the emergency meeting? Audrey and that other guy could've just come to see me and do… whatever they do.
Jake didn't strike some kind of alliance with Audrey's pack, as Audrey had mentioned. So he has no choice but to take his pack and run. But why choose us? Why choose Terry, Hector, Zach, and me? He could've gotten himself some kind of wrestlers – someone who was stronger, at least. Why choose kids?
Did Jake know about the different kinds of wolves? You see them on internet all the time – because people apply the word werewolf to anything that includes a man and a wolf. But the real meaning of werewolf was a man who turns into a wolf every full moon night. The process is supposed to be painful. A human that changes form, changes shape at will, if referred to as a shape-shifter, but over time these terms had gotten mixed up. But did Jake know? Did he know that his pack was made up of shape-shifter wolves, not werewolves?
If he didn't know, then I'd left my friends with a fool. Jake wasn't my friend, but Zach and Hector were. Terry was. Oh God, Terry…
If Jake knew, then why hadn't he told us? Why would he hide this from me? From Terry and Zach and Hector?
How much did Jake know and how much of it was true? Was it possible that I could shift into any form I liked, not just wolf? If I could, did Jake know that? If Jake had known that, why hadn't he told us? We could've shifted into birds and disappeared while Audrey's pack came. We could've been mice. They wouldn't have wanted to ditch me.
"Lead by example, Jake. Pack up," I interrupted. He ignored my comment and sat down on the couch next to me, "I have something to say to you…" What was he going to tell me? Why hadn't I listened!? Was he going to tell me about this? Something that would clear up this mess? But he hadn't tried to hard to tell me. He hadn't really tried.
Lets keep it, for argument's sake, that Jake knew everything. He knew about the different types of wolves, and he knew we could shape-shift into anything, but he'd done this. Had he done it because he wanted to get rid of me? Had he hated me that much? Because I didn't. Even if I did, and our positions were reversed, I wouldn't have left him back, alone. Not knowing whether he would live to see another day… okay, that was plain cheesy.
I held my head in my hands. One question lead to another, and there wasn't an end to them. I didn't have answers. I didn't have enough information. And I didn't know what to do.
These weren't my only problems right now.
My new pack, Audrey's pack, Harry's pack – they had just assumed that I was one of them. They didn't know yet. They couldn't smell me like I could smell them – right now, they were totally human. And I'd only found that out by chance.
How was I going to pretend to be a werewolf? That's what they thought I was. If I didn't have my real pack, I couldn't possibly turn back to my human form. The werewolves would just turn once the full moon was gone. And I'd be stuck.
God, I didn't know what to do. Should I tell them what I am? Should I try to contact Jake? What should I do?
"What's taking you so long?" someone called. And then there were sniggers.
"Oh, grow up," I muttered.
Grow up. I'd be at home. Or at some kind of rehab centre. I wouldn't have to see Audrey. I wouldn't have someone watching over me all the time.
And then, maybe, I'd get to talk to Jake.
Please. I need all the luck I can get right now.