Chapter nine everyone! So here is my proposition everytime I post a chapter I would really like atleast a hundred reads, with that I'll try and post a chapter about once a week as long as you do that. Luvya and hope you enjoy... oh and p.s scars of a wolf is going to have a sequel!
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The next day we had school but instead Trent and I stayed at his house as we tried to fit our information together. We have practically no information to go on, all we have is what I overheard my father say and he could have been talking about something completely and entirely different. So Trent had found some werewolf myths and legends that may prove useful.
When I told Trent what I overheard my father say, he told me to keep a watchful eye on him. Then we went through the hundreds upon hundreds of werewolves myths and legends. "Trent all they are about is how werewolves can be hurt or killed by silver bullets. Nothing very helpful for what we are looking for." I say annoyed as I look at another stack of old papers.
"Mineto except for this one. It says that a werewolf can bite a human and turn it into a werewolf, it can also do fatal harm to the human which may also cause lycanisim." Trent looks at me.
Fatal damage. "You don't think that the attack could change me do you?" I ask refering to when he attacked me. He was silent. "Well even if it did why wouldn't it have happened sooner?"
"I think that one was false as well. Because like you said it would have happened sooner." Trent finishes and I saw the hurt in his eyes when he thought of that night.
"Well I'm goin to make some coffee, do you want some?" I ask as I stretch after being on the floor for three hours.
"Sure thanks." Says Trent.
I got up and walked to the kitchen filling the kettle with water. Asi I waited for the water to boil I grabbed us some fruit. On thefridge was a picture of Trent and an older man, which I assumed to be his father. He was a duplicate of Trent only much older, Trent has his father's eyes. Trent knows what it feels like to lose someone you love, maybe thats why he is so understanding about what happened with my mom. The kettle screeched as a sign it was done. I came over and poured the steaming water into coffee mugs and then placed it back onto a cool element. Even though the coffee was made and sitting on the counter all ready to drink and the fruit ready to eat I found myself standing in the kitchen looking at the photographs on the fridge. One was Trent probably a mere five years old pkaying in a sandbox with a Wolverine and Iron Man action figure. He still looked the same; same eyes, and same cute little smirk. Then just left of that picture was one of a woman. She was wearing a green turtleneck and had blonde hair, a smile that shone, and the same blue eyes like Trent.
"What's taking so long." He paused as he saw me looking at the photographs. Then as if reading my mind he answered the question I was about to ask. "She's my mum." He said quick and sat down at the table with one of the coffees.
I joined him and asked. "So where is she?" The second I asked and saw the look on his face I knew I shouldn't have. "I'm sorry." I answered back.
"Don't be. She was killed just like yout mum was." He said quietly.
I realized what he meant. His mother was killed just like mine by werewolves, and the sad thing was that now we're the species that killed them. Well atleast Trent was, I was still unsure, we needed proof. After we drank our coffe and ate the sweet fruit we gathered back into the living room to do more research. But again the stories repeated themselves , nothing new, nothing very helpful. "Trent." I said to him after another hour of reading. "Do you mind if I go to sleep, I'm a bit tired." I actually was exhausted from all the reading, which I know sounds dumb but I actually was.
"Go ahead." He said as I went to lie on the couch. "Oh hey wait why don't you go lie down on my bed instead its a lot more comfortable."
I nodded and got up. "And that would be where?" I smiled.
"Just down the hall last door on the left." He said and looked back down to the mound of papers infront of him. I walked down the stone hall and came to a wooden door, I opened it to see Trent's room. There was a dark wash dresser with pictures of Trenr and I, then across was a large window over looking the woods. Also a king sized bed with dark blue covers to go with the stone and log walls. I climbed onto the bed and rested my head against a pillow.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I woke up, I had been asleep for an hour and a half. I looked at my blackberry and saw a message from Janice. 'Where were you today?' I wrote back '@ home.' Technically I as half home just at someone elses house.
I rolled over pushing my hair back and sighed. When my eyes open I am startled by Trent who is lying next to me. "Trent you scared me!" I say loudly, he simply laughs. I chuck the pillow I was using at his head, the blow takes him to the floor. His head pops up beside the bed and he yells, "Thats does it!" I laugh anf trow another pillow trying to escape. I run into the hall where Trent catches me, I fall to the ground. "Please don't eat me Mr.wolf." I laugh as he gives me a 'you had better run' look. He grabs me before I get the chance and throws me over his shoulder carrying me back into the bedroom. "Don't eat me!" I try to get out through all the laughter. Trent puts me on the bed and throws a pillow at me. "Ow!" I yell.
"Payback!" He ays and began to tickle my sides. I toss and turn almost wacking Trent in the face with my leg.
"No, nooo." I say my stomach aching from all the lauhing. "No, please!" When he stops we are eye to eye.
"You didn't have to cry I wasn't going to eat you." He jokes and wipes my tears away. I had been laughing so hard I began to cry.
"Haha, you're too funny." I say sarcastically. We kiss and unfortunatly my phone rings. "Hello?" I say and push Trent back.
"Rosa where are you?" It was my father who asked.
I jumped."Oh!" I couldn't think of what to say then Trent pointed to the car keys. "I'm on my way home, bye." I say and hang up. I gather my things and of course Trent gives me a stack of esearch to do. "Love you too." I say laughing and taking the stack. We climb into the car and we are on our way, within minutes I was home. "Bye." I say and kiss Trent goodnight.
"Bye." He whispers as I get out of the car. I watch as he pulls out of the driveway and drives off into the direction of his house. I take a deep breath and head towards the front door where but of course my father was, watching me yet again.
"Where were you?" He demanded.
"Out, at Trent's." I say avoiding his glare.
"And you were out there for a while."
"Obviously." I say loud and sarcastic.
"Its dinner and you are just coming home now."
"Yes dad I know!" He looks at me seeming satisfied.
"Alright as long as you know." He says and leaves for the kitchen. "Dinner is ready, come amd eat." He says sounding polite. As you see the strange behaviour still has not come to an end.
For dinner we had pork tenderloin with a salad. "Thanks for dinner dad." I say as I patted my face with my napkin and cleared my place. When I came into the kitchen to put my dishes into the dishwasher my dad says, "How 'bout you invite Trent, your boyfriend. I would greatly appricate meeting him." He says grinning.
"Sure I'll ask Trent ronight." I say unsure of what I had gotten us both into. I texted Trent aays: Dad wants us all to have diner together tonorrow, and you are coming.
While unloading the stacks of old yellow paper my phone buzzed. Trent: Alright as lonf as you do some research.
Me: Yes Mr.Wolf will do.
I threw on my pjs and an old sweater then I got to the reading.
Legend #1: Werewolves cursed by the moon.
Legend #2: Werewolves allergic to silver.
Legend#3: Werewolves a symbol of good and evil within ourselves.
Legend#4:....
I read and re-read this legend over and over. It is a story about the few female werewolves. It says that over six hundred years ago a female werewolf was desired by all the others. Her very existence calls to them and they cannont resist, they all wanted her.
But the girl is torn to bits by two fighting packs because they found out what she is capable of. She had tricked them all and wanted to have them all killed so she could be the last werewolf. She could rule and keep peace between the creatures or she could cause evil, which she wanted to cause. The strongest pack who saw themselves as rulers swore they would kill anyother werewolf like her, and it has been so ever since.
Legend #4: female werewolf= most likely death.
Now I was worried.