Opposites Attract

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

I Feel It In My Bones

Hailey Jane Rexler

Those howls, those screeched, those laughs, whatever the hell they were... I didn't like them, and by default whoever or whatever they belonged to. The sound was horrid to say the least. It had the same effect as nails on a chalk board. The kind of sound that crawled up your spine eerily and caused your shoulders to creep up to your ears in self precaution. The hollers were like damaged screams that echoed around in the dark chilly night, there was something hollow and souless about them that didn't settle well with me. But this was only to be expected, whatever they were were presumably after me after all. I turned to Drew who was staring at me again, what's his deal?

'That was uncalled for.' I said crossing my arms and pouting angrilly. Which might've looke rather amusing if we weren't in our current situation of being left in the dark.

'What was?' he asked confused. His voice was like a song, like melted honey over my ears. My tongue flicked in my mouth, and I bit it to snap my self out of my daze. 

'That whole ordeal with Tanner.' I said acting a bit like a toddler who's nap was cut short. 

'He was expecting you to go back ot your lunatic of a father!' he said.

'Don't call my father a lunatic!' I said.

'What is he then?!?' 

'He's... confused.' I said.

'About as confused as a psychopath...' Drew muttered. I glared at him.

'Why are you being so possesive, I hardly know you!' I said. Whatever we had a couple days was long gone, nothing more than a glitch, just as I'd figured. We're werewolves and teeneagers, hormones are bound to happen. 

'Because you're mine!' he said.

'I am not an object thank you very much!' I said defensively.

'Well, if you were, you'd belong to me.' he said.

'You better stay away from squirrels!' I cautioned him.

'What?' he asked.

'Because you're absolutely nuts!' I said.

'Look who's talking! I don't tie my hair in knots when I'm bored!' he said.

'Hey!' I said. 'One, you can't! Your hair is too short!' I said pointing at him fiercely. 'And two, that was once!' I said.

'I've seen you do it multiple times in World History!' he said accusingly.

'You watch me?!?' I asked. His cheeks tinted a warm shade of red, it was actually really gorgeous.

'No!' he said.

'Whatever.' I said. I stared out into the dark woods. 'What do you think's out there?' I asked.

'I don't know...' he muttered.

NO ONE's POV

The sun rushed over the hills like wild fire, and disappearing over the horizon. It was as night as it would ever be. They had arrived in the clearing. It was risky business, but everyone had their motives and knew what they were doing... for the most part. Peter shivered nervously. He wasn't quite sure why he was dealing with the likes of them. It never turned out good, not once, not ever. A scruffy looking man with coal lack eyes and a lax stature moved forward, more like a panther than a wolf. Tanner looked close to tears and was sure he'd go back and beat the stupid kid to death if anything happened to Hailey. 

'So,' The homeless looking man said. His voice scratchy and worn. 'The kid wants to keep er'.' he said. Petere swallowed. He do anything to get his daughter back, anything but deal with John. So he figured if they didn't hand over his baby, then he'd get them to do it for her.

'You'll just have to get her back then, won't you?' Peter asked warilly. Don't show weakness. He thought.

'Course.' The man laughed. His hollow voice scratching at the sensitive ears of the male members of the North Pack. 'Long as you don't mind how we do it.'

'As long as you get it done.' Peter said. Regardless of how mad Hailey might be when she got back, he knew that it's be well worth it just to have her back. 'You will get her back.' The scary homeless man laughed.

'We have our ways.' he said grinning a heartless toothy grin.

'Very well then...' he muttered. The man shifted and darted into the woods. He scowled at the mans retreating figure. Not even a wolf anymore he wasn't. They turned to ash after they broke everything that counted. They were nothing more than shadows, smudges of fowl smelling, evil sounding blurs in the night. Invisible to the eye, untracable to the nose. They were risky business... but they had their ways. And people thought rogues were bad... no these were worse. Rogues were wolves who had lost mates, or chosen to be lone wolves. Wolves who disapproved of shifts in power within their packs or wanted power of their own. But rogues weren't illegal in the slightest, they were just frowned upon. People frowned upon lower class people and juevenille delinquents in human society, but they were scared senseless of murderers and psychopaths. You see, the werewolf world isn't too different from the human world in point of view. Rogues were lower class and juevenille delinquents, they were... you get the point. Just like humans, werewolves had wars, where if murder or death occured, it was expected. But when one murder's one of their own kind out of cold blood and hate... well it's looked at just the same, unforgivable and cruel. They were once wolves, who know's what they are now. They were wolves who'd turned sour and let their inner wold turn rabid and feral. They'd commited the ultimate crime... so impossible it was bound to happen what they turned into, becasue if you were capable of comitting what they'd done, you weren't good any more... not at all. They'd murdered their mates. Their other halves. By doing so, they'd gained all their mates powers, strenghts and memories. But they'd also shattered their other halves. When a wolf dies, they need their spirit to take their place in the after life. By shattering their other half, some soul would have to go to the after world, so the only possible thing happens next; their soul leaves them. It leaves them empty and souless and cold, and goes to the after life, the other world. After this happens, they're pretty much the walking dead of the wolf-world. Occasionally, people would call upon them in dire cases. They often paid high prices and didn't play fair. They cheated and got their way. So Peter wasn't exactly sure why he was dealing with them. No one was.

But to Peter, he'd much rather deal with whatever they were, than to deal with John. Becasue he never wanted to face him again. Despite what the younger generations thought, John and Peter started the mass fighting. Because to be absolutely honest, Peter didn't think he could face his best friend again. Not after what happened between them.