Katelyn's POV
OH CRAP! OH CRAP! I'M GONNA DIE I'M GONNA DIE! My legs were moving on autopilot as life-size mechanical wolves chased after me. I could feel their cold, metallic breaths on my heels as I scrambled up a pole to escape. I looked down, heart pounding in my chest.
Suddenly, a calm voice cut through the chaos.
"Shut down."
Is it him again? The same guy I saw earlier? Yes! It is him! The wolves stopped in their tracks, power draining from their bodies. He stepped closer, and I tried not to look like a terrified deer caught in headlights.
"You're... quite strange," I blurted.
"How's that?" he asked, amused.
"Well, it's not Halloween, and you're..." I gestured vaguely toward his head. "Wearing wolf ears."
"They're not pretend wolf ears," he said flatly.
"Right, and I'm a talking cat," I scoffed.
"They're real wolf ears."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure, buddy. Real ears."
He sighed and crossed his arms. "Listen, Kitty, I'm a werewolf."
I stared, waiting for him to crack a smile. Nothing. Just those serious red eyes. "You're funny," I replied, unconvinced.
"Clearly, you don't believe in legends, do you?"
"Legends are... unusual."
His gaze darkened, and he leaned in slightly. "Legends are supposed to be unusual, genius. What I find unusual is that you're the first one stupid enough to follow me here."
I rolled my eyes at his sudden attitude. "So what?" I asked, my tone sassy, not backing down. His angry expression was almost funny, like a kid throwing a tantrum.
"Are you from around here?" he asked, ignoring my sass.
"Well, I was born here, but I left when I was nineteen, but then things got bad—"
"I didn't ask for your life story, Kitty," he muttered. Oh, he's walking away. I jumped down from the pole and continued to follow.
Why's he wearing a hoodie in this weather? It's barely cold. When I caught up, I impulsively yanked his hood back. He glared at me with glowing red eyes, his wolf ears twitching. Wait—those ears should've moved more. Shouldn't they?
"Don't touch my hood," he growled, eyes burning into mine.
"Believe me now?" he snarled. "Still think I'm pretending?"
I hesitated. Every part of me screamed to run, but my curiosity was stronger. He was real—a real werewolf, standing right in front of me. Dark red eyes, dark brown hair, with matching ears and tail. He looked... dangerous, but intriguing.
"Don't follow me this time," he muttered, turning away. Yeah, sure. I'm definitely not sorry, mister. I'm too curious for my own good. If Anna were here, she'd probably drag me away, but... she's not here... any—more.
I shake away the thought. No sadness. So, to follow or not to follow. That is the question. "What am I sayin? I ain't Shakespeare! My sister would kill me if I talked Shakespeare in front of her! And then my mom would try to kill her for trying to kill me, and then dad would get very mad because we are going at each other's throats! And then..."
Jason's POV
Very interesting story, Kitty. Is it a story? She just keeps talking. I'm pretty sure she doesn't realize that. But she will. She should. She has to. I will go crazy if she doesn't. Actually... "Listen, I need you to stop talking, okay?" And just then, she got quiet. Who's laughing now, Kitty? I sighed and rolled my eyes, then continued my walk home. Running footsteps. Hers? Most likely. I turn to the side. It is her. Grr. Wait, I can run from her! No mere mortal can outrun the great speed of the werewolf!
I dashed forward, only to fall flat on my face before running a mile. My ears dropped. I am a disgrace to my ancestors. And there she is, again.
"Of all the bad days...this is the baddest day yet, NO THANKS TO YOU," I barked.
The stubborn lady gave me her hand. "You're quite welcome. Now come on, let me help you."
Help. I don't want help. I don't NEED help! "Fine," I growled. I've been growling all day. But hey, I'm a wolf. It's what I do. I took her hand and she helped me up. She was surprisingly patient. Does she deal with this same crap every day? I showed her the way home. Well, told her anyway.
Katelyn's POV
I kept my mouth shut. I'm a ticklish person, and with his tail fur touching the back of my leg, it just feels uncomfortable. I'm pretty sure he already knows I feel uncomfortable though, because he's a werewolf. But he'll never know why. Hopefully.