My Best Friend's Werewolf

4 Unexpected

His eyes, the color of charcoal, watched me closely, as if he wasn't sure if he would kill me or not. A shiver ran down my back as he approached slowly. A delicious, terrible sort of shiver.

"Do you know what I am?" he asked.

Something inside me knew, but my brain couldn't translate it. "No."

He smiled, reaching his arm out toward me. His fingers ran down my arm. "I'm yours."

I close the book and pull my covers up around me. Maybe tonight I'll be able to sleep.

******

My alarm clock buzzes, and I sit up, tears in my eyes and body sweaty. Eliza—

she was here—and dead.

They'll find her. The moment Mom knows something, she'll let me know.

After I'm out of the shower, I sneak into my parents' room and give them a hug and kiss goodbye, holding onto them longer than normal, and wheel my suitcase down the stairs and out onto the driveway. I lay it on its side and plop down on it. I've never met Hanna's brother. Actually, I've never met her parents either.

A silver truck pulls up in the driveway, and I rise to my feet. The driver's door opens, and a young guy hops out.

He runs a hand through his thin brown hair. "Addison, right?"

"Addy works."

"I'm Travis. Is that your bag?"

I nod and he hoists it into the bed of the truck while I open the door to get in the back.

"You know you can sit up front if you want. It's kind of tight back there."

"What about your parents?"

"They aren't riding with us. They left last night with Hanna.

I pick at my fingers as he pulls down the driveway. He's quiet, giving me the feeling he doesn't want to talk to me. He's probably only a year old than me—eighteen. I reach down to grab my book when I realize I packed everything in my suitcase. I sit up slowly and glance at Travis, finding him looking at me weirdly.

"You forget something?"

"It's nothing. Just a book."

"Is it in your suitcase?"

"Yeah, but I'll just wait."

He taps his knuckle on the steering wheel. "If you can wait an hour, I was planning to stop to get breakfast."

"Sure."

He stops at a red light and looks at me again, his brown hair swept to the side right above his light blue eyes. "I don't think I ever saw you at school."

"I'm homeschooled."

"I lot of my friends were homeschooled." He reaches over to my side of the car to a dial with a snowflake on it. "You cold?"

The air is on sixty and on full blast. I know it's the middle of summer but I feel like I'm in a fish freezer. "A little."

He turns the dial upward. "I usually get hot so I keep it low. Sorry."

I hardly register what he says. The crescent mark on his arm is a bit distracting.

Dedicated to greenflire281 for being the first to always vote and comment on the past three chapters.