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Chapter 3 - A pair of very yellow eyes
I hum softly to the music blaring from my speakers, one of the few items left out of the piled boxes that I've been stacking in the corner.
Sighing, I reach for the next pair of skinny jeans folded and ready to return to the box Mum labelled 'clothes' the red marker now resembling a dull, faded pink. The corners of the haggard, over used box curl overlooking seconds away from crumbling into dust.
The silence in the house is deafening as I grab another pair of jeans. Mum left a little while ago to pick Casey up from her last day of school so naturally I'm left on my own in the house and honestly it makes no difference. I've been on house arrest for the whole week and the only time I managed to sneak out was late at night for patrol, searching for the scouts Ethan warned me about. I release a long sigh... which as of yet has been nothing.
I'm worried, it's way too quiet.
I'm literally on edge and I'm definitely expecting a full-on attack; I'm just hoping to God that I manage to get Mum and Casey out the house before it takes place. It doesn't help, Mum and I are barely on speaking terms and the only source of sound in this god forsaken house is from the excitable, ball of energy known as Casey when she's home...
It's been a long week.
Rubbing my throbbing head, I stretch my cramped legs in front of me, relieving the pins and needles travelling up them. Groaning, I half shuffle, half drag myself to my stereo to turn it down, the pins and needles increasing as the blood manages to circulate. Ouch! God, this hurts worse than stubbing my toe and that normally feels like dropping a brick on my foot!
Managing to successfully turn my music down I half hobble, half stumble back towards my boxes and place another item of clothing into the already crammed, over flowing box. It's been a week since the letter and being expelled from what felt like the thousandth school in my life time. A week since Ethan phoned me with news of the Rogues coming my way.
I brush a tired hand over my face; I'd be lying if I said I'm not on edge. I jump at any sudden sound or movement and more than twice almost pulled a knife out on the postman! Oh, and let's not forget the time I almost decapitated our neighbour's cat last Tuesday. Poor things stayed inside since the incident.
My bad.
My excuses are becoming ridiculous now. Mums getting suspicious, I know she's noticed my increased jumpiness and tension. She's been watching me intensely and at times I swear I hear her having hushed conversations on the phone to someone.
The longer I keep her in the dark the more dangerous this gets for both her and Casey... but how am I supposed to tell her any of this without exposing us to more danger? I've been over it a thousand times before, at the moment they're safe because they are oblivious. If they knew what was going on Mum would be moving us without reason, creating a pattern that someone was bound to pick up on, there are wolves everywhere, if I popped up at different schools for no reason, they would be suspicious. They would start looking into it and Mum could accidently out us, they would wipe our memories to try and protect their precious anonymity and we'd be easy pickings for the rogues. Everything I've done so far would be for nothing. Plus telling Mum now... she'd freak, probably try to get me help thinking I'm crazy and we'd end up with the same conclusion oblivious and dead. As much as they like to pretend Packs don't care about the lives of humans, one wrong step and our Government and the Packs would be on us – anything that threatened the secrecy of the darker side of this world had to be dealt with immediately. I've seen it before. It is not a risk I can take.
