The Howls of a Spirit ( Discontinued )

🐺Chapter 8

The next morning came and Callisto was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling waiting for the alarm to ring. Then she decided against it and headed to the kitchen to make pancakes. She placed the ingredients and started playing Temporary by Nezza on her phone after checking for updates from Rapha. It was said that her Pa will be home today. Then she began making breakfast while dancing because she was in a good mood.

Mark left yesterday about twenty minutes after fainting. They had talked about Luca being a wolf and about all the packs in town. She explained as much as she could with the help of Nico. But some topics were still a mystery to Mark and she was sure she'll be bombarded with questions today at school. It was finally Friday and she had a shift at the diner, Blurt's Burgers, after school.

School was the same as ever. Luca wasn't present and she was quite bummed about it as she was ready to do an observation with Mark on his behavior. As she assumed before, Mark came over to her when she was at her locker trying to balance her water bottle and textbooks. He helped her and showered her with questions silently.

"What does silver do?"

"Really bad burns and bruises."

" Wolfsbane?"

"Allergies for the not shifted and deadly for the fully shifted."

"Why are werewolves massive?"

"Evolution?"

"Mates?"

"Exists but rare."

"Flinn or Bubbline?"

"Bubbline and that's out of topic."

"I know. Curiosity got the better of me," he paused.

"So they really don't know you are a rogue wolf?" Mark whispered, stuffing his hands into the pocket of his neon green hoodie. He was always able to pull off neon or bright colours: bold and confident, something Calli admired him for.

"They don't know I'm a werewolf at all remember?" she said as they walked to class.

"Ah yes, how does that work?" he asked.

"Nico and I haven't shifted yet so they can't get our scent. Therefor they don't know if we are lying. Our father never comes to areas with other lycanthropes so his identity is also a secret. It's all a secret because of the whole 'no pack' case."

"But if you shift by eighteen... Calli you turn eighteen this December! That's so close!"

"Yes, yes I know."

"They'll find out!"

Callisto was silent for a while. She hadn't thought it through but she was gonna have to come up with a solution soon. They came to class and Mr. Ark started talking about essays and transactional writings.

"Hey, we'll figure it out together okay Calli Boo?" Mark comforted her.

"Thanks," she said and he could read in her russet eyes of how grateful she was to have him as a friend. She then turned to the old teacher who explained about the importance of knowing how to properly write in an exam.

"Writings not that easy, but grammarly can help," Mark murmured beside her and she lifted the textbook to shield her laughing face from the strict professor. Her eyes darted to the missing seat of Whiskers.

'I wonder what happened to him,' she thought. Her mind remembered what Mark had told her before at the mansion: that he had a crush on her. How come she never noticed if he had? He is surely delusional.

She had always wanted a mate since she was fifteen and seeing other lycanthropes finding their mates made her envy them. She neglected those negative thoughts out of her mind but they floated on to the surface from time to time which annoyed her. She was confident that she would find a mate even though she wasn't even eighteen yet. She has heard all about mates and the feeling; sparks and instant attraction and lust. She didn't want the 'mates finding their long lost equal' to happen in front of her. Luca was a very good-looking guy but she wanted to wait for her mate.

The class ended and she figured that the universe was punishing her. She jinxed herself and what she didn't want to happen was exactly what happened. Kiera Agnello and Ande Morais bumped into each other right in front of her and the duo whispered 'mate'. Then they ran outside to the back of the school to do satan knows what.

"Mates?" Mark asked.

"Yes," she replied lazily, picking invisible threads from her baby pink sweater to pretend to not look disturbed.

"So what was rare just happened right in front of us?" he questioned, scratching his forehead.

"It's rare, yes," she said, not answering his question correctly. "But not rare enough," she mumbled under her breath and stormed off with a confused Mark following her. 

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Just in case you are wondering. Flinn and Bubbline are ship names from adventure time.

Peace <3