"A werewolf?"
Everyone started gathering round little by little and very soon, the class was filled with students from different grades.
"How do you know?"
"Who told you so?"
"Come on, werewolves don't exist!"
"You know Kobe, he's a liar."
"I'M NOT LYING!" Kobe screamed quieting the class down immediately. "And I've got proof."
"Then show us," someone said.
"Yeah," another student supported. "Show us."
"Show us," everyone started saying.
"Show us," everyone chorused.
"I would," Kobe grinned feeling like the hero. "If you would follow my terms."
"What terms?" someone in the crowd asked
"Get me a sharp knife," he smiled. "And hold the werewolf down."
Jake stared round at the crowd that thronged him, surprised that they were actually cool with Kobe's crazy ideas. A knife? And holding him down? He began to panic immediately and started thinking of the best way to escape what could turn out to be a very ugly situation so quick.
"Guys calm down, I'm not a werewolf," he announced. "I'm Jake Cross."
"And how old are you?" Kobe asked, running his fingers across the sharp blade that a classmate had provided.
"I'm seventeen for God's sake," Jake cried feeling the blade pressed against his neck.
"Seventeen you say? What year were you born?" Kobe asked.
"8th of March 1904. Don't kill me please," Jake was already crying. Some of his classmates gasped in horror while others laughed doubting the possibility.
"Not possible," Maya frowned. "You can't be a hundred and seventeen and still look this young. You aren't Avatar Aang." Everyone laughed and Jake was pained seeing the girl he had started to crush on make jokes about him in the critical condition he was in.
"Now my third proof," Kobe announced and slashed Jake's middle finger with the blade. Everyone turned to watch, not sure of what to expect until it started to flow – ink black blood from the cut on his fingers.
"It's a medical condition," Jake explained desperately. "Ma told me when I was 5. I was scared at first but it's completely normal."
"Not a medical condition," Kobe shook his head. "And not normal in the least. But if you want one more proof, I'll risk a lifetime in jail to give you all that."
Everyone gasped at the realization of what he wanted to do. Since werewolves couldn't die except when stabbed in the heart with a silver weapon, a slash across his throat could prove the point. Before anyone could stop Kobe from his crazy idea, he dragged the sharp blade across Jake's neck and everyone watched in horror as black blood sprayed from his neck all over the floor of the classroom. Jake gasped and gurgled, spitting and coughing out black blood for a long time but he didn't die. Students stared at him, surprised, expecting him to fall to the floor exhausted. He had lost enough blood to kill am adult instantly.
"I wasn't lying," Kobe shouted. "Behold your werewolf."
"Bravo," Miss Coker walked in, clapping as Kobe showed off. "What a show. I had my suspicions."
"You promised to make me a Lycan," he whispered loudly. "You've not yet fulfilled your part of the bargain."
"As for that," Miss Coker smiled walking to where they gathered at the center of the classroom. "Sadly, my king doesn't think you're smart enough to be in his pack."
"But that wasn't part of the deal!" Kobe complained.
"My apologies," she said. And in a flash, she changed into her wolf form. Before Kobe could think of running, she tackled him to the ground and bit a large chunk of his stomach off, leaving both organs and intestines open.
Students screamed and ran in different directions and Jake was lost in the crowd, trying to escape from his language teacher that desperately wanted him dead. He felt a tug on his arm and before he could cry, a pair of hands covered his mouth.
"Follow me if you want to live!" the voice roared.
They ran together, dodging through the crowd till they got outside the school compound. Someone was shouting "Find the two of them!" in the yard and he prayed the person wasn't referring to him and his guardian angel.
"Who are you and why are we running?" Jake asked panting.
"Kris," she replied. I was a werewolf. Now this is all that's left of me."
"Kris," he paused. "My sister."
"This is not the time for games," she frowned dragging him along. "I've been searching for you my whole life. You are one of us."
"I'm not a werewolf," Jake shouted. "What's wrong with all of you."
"Jake Cross," she said holding him back. "You have been given a second chance."
"A second chance at what?" he frowned.
"To avenge your people, our people, the people who killed our family."
"Kris," he turned to her. "Oh my God!"
"It took you so long," she smiled. "You couldn't recognize your little thief any more?"
"Kris, I'm so sorry," he fell down crying. "I shouldn't have called you names."
"A little too late for all these don't you think?"
"Kris…" he started again.
"I'm no more Kris," she shook her head. "But you're still Jake. Avenge us."
She howled, a high pitched howl that rang through the trees and then she changed. Jake stared at her as she transformed into her werewolf form and ran deep into the forests leaving him with the wound on his neck, blood still spilling from it.
"I will avenge you Kris Cross," he said through gritted teeth. "I promise."