White Roses

Chapter Four: The Tale of Broken Hearts

“Tsk, tsk, someone should warn that girl.” The tree replied as I gulped.  

I shivered at this as we found an area that large grey rocks sat like shattered pieces of a doll that no one wanted to pick up. I got on one and pulled off my shoes to get some of the water and mud out of them. 

Drake yanked on my hair. “You’re acting like a child; going into a sword fight with a knife.” 

“Better than having nothing,” I said. 

ROOOOOOOOOAAARRR! 

I jumped and quickly got my shoes on. “So what is this thing if not a werewolf? It’s sounds like one.” 

“You’ve never dealt with Spirits?” Drake asked as he followed me. He slapped the palm of his hand on his forehead. I rolled my eyes; the big baby thinks he knows everything. 

“Nope,” I said as I popped the P at the end. “I don’t need one coming around school. I’m pretty sure that something that roars like that isn’t good for humans.” 

“You’re a child! You can’t handle a Spirit on your own. You probably still have your maidenhead!” Drake yelled in front of my face. 

Maidenhead? 

Okay, I know I heard that term somewhere before. Where…? Sounds like something Shakespeare or some other dead person would say. Now what does it mean? I jumped off one large rock and landed in the mud before I remembered something about Romeo & Juliet. 

My face grew so warm I thought my head would explode. 

“YOU PERVERT!” I yelled as I tried to smack him, but he dodged. 

“I didn’t act in any uncivil manner toward you so you do not have the right to call me a improper ma-”

“It’s none of your business about my virginity. And just so you know, most girls don’t lose their ‘maidenheads’ at fifteen!” I yelled as I realized that I may have been stretching the truth a little. I'm pretty sure that half of the freshmen class lost their virginity, or planned on losing it during homecoming this year in their dorm rooms or behind the bleachers. 

Drake blinked a few times and touched his chin in deep though. “Then when’s the average age for a young woman to-”

“I am not going to explain this to you right now,” I yelled at him. 

“But I need to know this sort of information when I try blending in-”

“You blending in is never going to ha-EEEK!” I jumped when I found the source of the roaring. A silver wolf about two times the size of a horse laid on its side with a huge gash on its rib cage while it breathed hard. The tongue hung out at a weird angle. The blood and the mud mixed together making the floor even more slippery than before. I heard a low growling as I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. The forest was now dead quiet; all because of this lovely creature. I clasped my hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t yell anymore. 

I pulled my hands away slowly as I began walking toward the creature. The blood and the mud made a slap noise whenever I moved my feet a little too quickly. 

“What are you doing?” Drake asked as he flew around me like a fly.  

“Will you shut up?” I hissed back at him, but as I turned, I slipped. I fell into the wolf’s soft, bloody fur as the mixture of crimson and brown stained my jeans. My fingers clutched onto the fur.

“Who is that?” Blood red eyes opened as all of my muscles tensed. A cold sweat broke out on my face.  

“You lay one hand on this girl and I’ll kill you,” Drake warned the creature who glared back at him.