Silver Bullet

The orange-yellow sun was fighting to get out of the cloud-covered azure sky; giving the day some hope, some warmth. The slow, steady breeze was cold and empty; it blew its wrath through the tiny specks of grass that were only just popping out of the heavy layer of snow. 

There were loud squawks coming from above my head. It was a massive hawk. It was teasing me with their freedom. Its huge midnight-black wings were spread across the sun, silhouetting its massive frame. Natural beauty at her finest. 

I had found the river that I couldn't find days before. It was flowing so peacefully. It was beautiful. It was enticing; all I wanted to do was lie on the frozen land and sleep until I couldn't sleep anymore. I was so exhausted. I was worn out.

The day was so cold! My body was beginning to shiver; my teeth were beginning to chatter. I felt exhausted. Mentally... And physically. My energy was drained.  

I wasn't the beast I had been the night before. I was, finally, human again.  

My whole body was covered in goose-bumps. It was as if the ground was radiating cold. Snow was starting to come down pretty quick. I had to get indoors, and fast!

I hadn't seen Scarlet since the moment we both shifted back into human form. The memory of her running off, with her human-auburn hair swaying behind her, at an non-human pace was still fresh in mind.  

I knew exactly where she was, I could pick up her scent any time I wanted and follow her back to her domain. And she knew that. That's why she's done it, I was guessing.

I awoke in a strange bed hours later, where the covers were itchy; in a strange room, where the paint was wasting away off the walls. My feet touched the strange floor; the carpet was old, rugged, with tears and holes. The window was not protecting the room from the harsh rays of the sun with a curtain; the light bore down on the walls, clearly showing where the paint had already fallen off. The paint was piling up at the edges of the room, obviously untouched. Where am I? Was all that I thought.  

I remember I had followed Scar's scent back to this house the night before and found this bed ready to sleep in. I guess, Scar's not such a bad sister, after all.

A noise from below startled me. It was obviously Scar (or her companion), because however brave she may be, Scarlet doesn't like to travel alone... (Something to do with back-up, or whatever). There was definitely someone on the floor below.

I practically dragged myself off of the bed and out of the bedroom door. I left it open, because I seriously didn't see the need to shut it. Slowly, I pulled myself down the stairs, one by one, holding onto both the banister and the wall as I went, trying not to fall in my half-asleep state. Once I reached the bottom, suddenly, with a flash of white-blonde, I found myself falling, face-first, towards the hard, wooden floor. There were arms rapped around my middle. 

"What the-?" Was all I managed before I was cut off. 

"LUKEY!" Screamed an overly-happy, female voice for this time of the morning. 

"Who-?" And then I saw her face. Her huge smile, from ear to ear with cute, little dimples on each cheek. It was my other sister. My little sister, Corrin. 

Well, Corrin wasn't really my little sister, she was actually a year older than me, but if you saw her you would know why we called her "little". She was, in fact, the shortest in a family of giants! Even Scarlet was considered gigantic outside of our family. But, don't get me wrong, despite her height; she is freakishly-werewolf strong it is scary.  

"Cor, get up off him," speak of the devil. Corrin did as she was asked to do. I just lay on the floor not bothering to move. "You can get up, too, Luke!"  

I had only one question I need answering. "Whose house is this, Scar?" 

"Ours," was her reply. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" I countered.  

"Don't you remember?" And then it hit me: I grew up in this house.

I could feel my body pumping with adrenaline as ran; human legs weren't as fast as wolf legs, but it was still a rush to feel the icy winds breezing through my dark hair. My breath came in rapid gasps as my feet moved beneath me in a pounding rhythm.  

I tried to ignore the stings as my legs were whipped by sharp twigs and thorns through my thin jeans, but I couldn't help but being aware of the small amounts of blood escaping from the tiny wounds, but I know they would heal soon enough.  

My old pair of green converse on my feet were soaked from the cold, white snow, sending icy messages up my legs and up my spine. My whole body shivered once. Goose-bumps were forming at the bottom of my legs. My body was trying to keep me warm, it made me chuckle.