Dreams of wolves, or nightmares of wolves I should say filled what little sleep I had. I tossed and turned, and fear trickled into mind, seeped under my skin and embedded itself within me. Eventually I gave in and grabbed my phone, Checking the time, Three-forty AM; I pressed call anyway, it didn’t take long for him to answer.
“I’m scared.” I said it plain and simple. It was the truth; I didn’t know what else to say.
“I know you are. It’s natural. Logans got two pack members on your house. You’re safe.” He didn’t sound as confident as I would have liked. He sounded worried; it wasn’t a tone I was actually used to hearing from him.
“Do you really think he is dead?” There it was again, my plain and simple thoughts.
“Yes, I do.” He sighed and I could imagine him rubbing his hand over his head, something he tended to do when thinking or concerned.
“Where are you? Why are you awake?” He laughed lightly at my question, causing me to smile.
“I’m in my car. Outside your house.” My eyes widened and I jumped out of my bed to look out my bedroom window. Sure enough at the bottom of my drive was his car, I couldn’t see him, he was too far away, but I was positive he would be able to see me so I gave a little wave.
“Hey.” Came his voice through my phone, so he must be able to see me.
“What are you doing here? You said Logan put two guys on the house?” I dropped my curtain and went back to my bed, pulling the covers over me. It surprised me that I felt better knowing he was just right outside.
“Just a habit. So, I guess I make it three.” It was my turn to laugh this time.
“You make it a habit of parking up outside girls houses? Stalker much?” I knew he would be smiling at that comment.
“Not all girls. Just yours.” Oh… We sat in silence for what seemed like forever but would only have been seconds.
“Why?” My voice came out quiet, almost like a whisper.
“Keeping a promise. Don’t you have class in the morning, you should get some sleep.”
“Yeah, I do. Will you stay out there long? Or are you…” My question trails off, not wanting to sound needy.
“I’ll stay. Go to sleep Amber. Good night.”
“Good night Shawn.” I hung up quickly and buried myself under the covers further, this time when I closed my eyes, the nightmares didn’t come.
By morning time, my earlier conversation with Shawn seemed almost like a dream, I looked outside, his car was gone. I looked into the trees surrounding my house, but couldn’t see anyone there, however I had no doubt that they weren’t there. It did bring a little comfort, I couldn’t help but feel hypocritical, I didn’t want to be involved with the wolves, but I was happy to have them stand guard at my house.
“Morning sweetie, you okay? Did you have a bad dream last night, I thought I heard you talking in your sleep?” My mom bought me over a cup of coffee as I made my way into the kitchen and put her arm around my shoulders.
“Nothing too bad. Sorry I woke you.” She held me tighter and shook her head.
“No need to say sorry sweetie. As long as you’re alright.” I put on the biggest most realistic smile I could and nodded my head.
“I’m good mom, thanks. Dad gone to work already?” She went pack to packing up her own lunch bag.
“Yes, he had an early meeting. I’ve got to go in a while too. Unless you need me to stay?” I hated that I had her so worried.
“No, mom I have class, I’m good really. Don’t stress.” I noticed her eyes flick to the daily paper on the kitchen table, and I realised what had her so worried again.
“Don’t read the paper mom, they always say the worst.” Her eyebrows shoot up.
“It is the worst honey. Just, don’t stay out too late or be by yourself, could you do that for me?” I nodded again and pulled her in for a hug.
Walking out of class, I pulled out my phone and saw I had a message.
Ryan: I have plenty of cookies today??
I smile to myself as I read it and keep my head down as I type out my reply. I don’t notice the person heading toward me and bump right into them, instantly I scrunch my nose, its not quite the same, but its definitely there. The smell.
“Are you alright?” I look up and back away, but unable to take my eyes from his. A large guy stands in front of me, arms outstretched, tall and muscled, around my age, maybe a little younger, he looked familiar, but I know I haven’t seen him before.
“Sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He says taking a step toward me, I don’t say anything, but instead run to my car and lock the doors after I get in. Pulling out my phone I pressed redial on the last person I rang and started to drive. I didn’t want to go home; I didn’t want to risk anyone following me.
“Come on Shawn, Pick up… Damn it.” I hung up when I had no answer and drove into town. Surely in a public area surrounded by people would be the best place to be.
Me: I need to talk to you.
My phone instantly buzzed in my hand and it actually made me jump even though I was expecting him to call him. I answered the call, setting to loudspeaker so I could start to drive immediately. His voice on the other end, strangely calmed me down some.
“What’s wrong?” No hello. No how are you, just straight to the point. Although I suppose that’s how I had been in my message. I may have even added urgently. But saying it out loud felt foolish, but I knew I had to.
“I smelt it again, that smell... the smell.”