HOWLER

Chapter 37: One is a number that no one remembers

Maybe it was my initial shock about leaves all of a sudden teleporting me that made me excited. But it could also be that I was finally looking at the friendly familiar faces of Cynthia and Harrison.

"Get your ass up. Hell. That's what's life been: Hell! Steven has been on my ass shitless since you disappeared! Do not. Do not. Ever! Do that again. Steven wants to freaking talk to you so get up!", Harrison shouts with his arms crossed across his chest. Did I say friendly? Opps sorry I must have thought this was Narnia.

I jump off the comfy cushion and look back at it. The wall behind me has strings of veiny branches sprawled out.

"Hurry up!", Harrison screams, rustling his hair frantically. Cynthia throw him a look that makes his entire face whiten. His jaw drops slightly as he stares at her.

"Out now", he snarls tearing his eyes from Cynthia's. He storms out quickly and loudly.

"You should hurry", her hand casually covers her mouth as she giggles, "Steam is blasting out of those ears of his. We surely do not want to clean up the floor when his head explodes" her hands softly push me.

"Um. Where are we Cynthia? What the heck were those leaves?", I say turning my head back. She removes her hand away from her mouth, "So many mysteries. Yet there I thought you did not care about our pack, Aww tree?" her face comes closer to my own before I quickly step back.

"Answer to question one is Death Lands. Answer two is me", she says tilting her head and smiling with her eyes close, "Run along now Aww Tree".

My eyebrow raises before I ripoff the shocked expression that overtook my face. My eyes furrow together as I turn and begin to walk towards the opening of the room, "By the way Cynthia".

My face turns slightly as her bright brown eyes widen in surprise, "You could totally pass as a crazy creepy nurse. Maybe too much".

Her jaw drops as I turn and continue walking.

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"So what's up with you two?".

The question hangs over my head as I look up at the blondie guy walking next to me.

"Well how about the messed up reality check that everyone wants to kill us", he growls as he looks away, "and you went missing".

When his green eyes look over to my own, I could see the red glint in my eyes. He sighs tiredly, running his large hands through the golden curls.

"Yes kiddo. I am stressed. Deal with it", he spats forcefully looking away. The moment I decide to talk he says, "You are thinking to yourself and I am a werewolf. I can hear all that bullshit".

"Is there a way to stuff your ears with I give a damn", I ask rolling my eyes. This gringo is freaking hearing my thoughts. Privacy. Space. Growl. Grr. Rawr. I don't know. Get The freaking out!

"Seriously?", he screams impatiently. The Echo in the dark hallway follows as he shakes slightly. My hands suddenly touches his arm, an action completely against my will. His eyes immediately darts to my hand then to my face, "What are you doing?".

. My body feels heavy as my hand touches his skin.

Never touch people. Duly noted. Unable to comprehend the heavy emotion pushing down at me, I remove my hand feeling disgusted by the smoothness of his skin. Ewww why the hell did you touch him. He's a perverted bastard who will never let me live this down. Can't trust him. Can't trust him.

With a sigh, my hand slides down my face but my body had the urge to explain myself, "I. I. I hate people. People feeling I am burden".

My eyes falls to my shoes as my fost clench tightly against my legs. My legs suddenly rapidly begin to continue walking forward, "So-pa" I say poppin my lip out to release the odd sensation crawling up my back, "Where we walking to anyways?".

Soon I hear long strides behind me. A hand suddenly grabs my hand and I completely stop.

"You are and are not a burden. But that just cuz we do not know what to expect from you. Since we here, we well. Steven hopes to be able to connect to us more, Austry".

"Look we are all bad people. The three of you are not. Okay. I get that. You guys see the world differently from us. You guys thought up and planned different futures but", he pauses for more than a minute.

I stand in the hallway waiting for him to continue but the grip on my hand disappears. My head turns back, wondering why he'd stopped talking. A blonde wolf sitting on clothes looks up at me.

His bright green eyes glowing in the darkness but my own eyes glow red in his pupils.

"You three can escape this. This. This curse. You just wear silver and there human. No worries. No problems. It is all just gone. But for the rest of us. Many of us. Me", his eyes look away from me.

"It is an uncontrollable urge to. To. Kill".

My shoulders shift as my hand lays on my hip, "Why are you telling me this? So I can fear you? So I will grow pity for all of you?" I say stepping forward.

The wolf, in front of me, growls. His white teeth shine in the darkness. The Long fangs gripping against his jaw, "I wish it was all that simple to break you and create Austry chicken strips. But no!", he grunts, letting out a large amount air.

No."

"It was to tell you to care for our family", he snarls, "We. We care about you three.Even though one of you is alot less likeable because she is an ass, whiner and has a serious "I am a bad girl" complex".

"I do not!", I shout.

"Yes you do!", he coughs loudly. His wolf beastly smirking at me.

"But plainly. I want to. To. I want to. Ugh. I just want to say it is okay Austry not to trust the world because. Yeah. It kills. It hurts. But we. We. We. We can change that by not being it ourselves you know".

My mouth closes as he says that. The heavy feeling slowly running down my legs.

"You got a lot of spunk, I'll tell ya. A ton of it. Maybe too much for your own good. But even with determination and all the power in the world if you have no family. No. One. No No. No one will continue whatever you do".