I put my weight on the armrest and listen.
"The problem with being in the association and being strong is they send you on missions where others have failed, with little to no information. This time I was lucky, I had details. My mission was to come here to find out what tore a girl in half and why there was wolf hair at the scene when there hasn't been wolves in California since 1924. So that leads me to my second point, why I look like a bag of hot shit. I found who the hair belonged to, it was an alpha werewolf that has a unique bestial form that is surprisingly good in battle, evident in my current state", says my dad in a tired droning voice.
"He cut me open a few times with his claws, as well as smashing my head through a brick wall. I took him down, breaking his arms before he knocked me on my ass, he was gone before I could react. I would have killed him if not for the explicit order to capture him alive. He caught me by surprise and this is a reminder that I'm not invincible."
"Damn dad, well at least I know why we're here, where do we go from here?" I say with a bit of worry in my voice.
"Well the first thing is I prepare a bit more, then I find and hunt down that alpha. Then we see where it goes from there.", my dad says with resignation in his voice.
"Well I'm going home to get some rest, I've been up since last night, but you can go to that party I've heard you talking about", says my dad with a grin.
I give him a big smile, and we start heading home.
"Hey Christian," says my dad in an even tone.
"Yeah?", I say.
"Don't think I didn't notice that you're built like a gym freak now", my dad says with a raise of his eyebrow.
I sort of chuckle and say," Well that would be from my adaptability, right? At least that's what I thought", I say when he sends me quizzical glare.
My dad goes into a state of deep contemplation before he says after a long pause," Well that does kind of make sense, you are my son after all."
"What is that supposed to mean?", I say.
"Well just know that you're special, that's all that really matters." He says with a far-off look.
I decide not to push the issue because when he has that look I know he's thinking of mom, and that's always been a tough subject between us. He's never given me any details about her, except that she was a great woman and what she looks like, long curly red hair, striking green eyes, and a smile that would warm over a frozen world.
When we get home, we go inside and my dad flops down on the couch, almost immediately asleep. Just before he loses consciousness he holds out a pair of keys and says," I trust you not to wreck it, please be gentle with ma baby", I grab the keys and not long after I hear that familiar snoring.
It was about four in the afternoon and the party didn't start until six, so I had two hours to kill. I left all my school supplies in my room before putting on some shorts.
Time for a run.
I hit 5km and head back, noticing how easy it is to jog this far. Looking around I take in the birds, the sunshine, and I think about how fucked I would be if I fought that alpha, with claws sharp enough to cut metal-like muscle. I know my dad is strong, but if something can take him by surprise and hurt him like that, how would I fare?.
Bogged down by anxiety and paranoia, I find myself thinking the nearest squirrel is going to transform into Ratatoskr and rip me to shreds. I increase in speed and I get back home in almost half the time it took me to get there.
Through labored breaths I saw that it had gotten considerably darker, the sun barely visible through the trees.
[20/10km ran]
[+1 Agility]
So you're telling me that I ran a whole half marathon and I didn't even know? That's fuckin insane. Well that would explain why it's dark.
I head inside and see my dad still passed out on the couch, snoring like a chainsaw.
Hyping myself up I put on a long-sleeved, black, button-up shirt. I unbutton the cuffs and pull them up above my elbows, as well as unbuttoning the first two buttons on the shirt. My muscular physique has made the made the ill-fitting shirt from before emphasize my chiseled chest and the choice of pulling up my sleeves has pointed out my vascular forearms.
I pick out a pair of jeans that used to be relaxed fit, but are now more like skinny jeans, that accentuate my powerful thighs and calves.
Wetting my hair, I comb it to my liking until I look like young, redheaded Fabio.
I look at myself in the mirror and can't help but say," Damn I look good".
I head out the door and slide into the beauty in my front yard, my dad's Chevrolet Chevelle. I pull out into the road and start on my way.
.....
By the time I get there, I look down at my phone and see that it's 6:05 barely on time, totally didn't do burnouts in a parking lot for 25 minutes, nooo there's no way, I don't know what you're talking about.
I sidle up to the house and see that there are cars absolutely everywhere, and I find a parking spot, not shortly after putting it in park and revving my engine loud enough to wake up the entire block. Hey if you're gonna make an entrance it may as well be a loud one.
That attracts the attention of a few stragglers with solo cups in the front lawn, as well as making a few people from inside pull aside the curtains to see who it is.
I open the door and walk to the front door, not missing the lascivious looks that the girls give me and the scowls of some of the guys.
Stiles greets me at the door with a big slap on the back saying," Damn if that ain't a great entrance I don't know what is, and that outfit, are you trying to pick up girls tonight?"
"Hey if they're offering, who am I to say no?", I say with a quick raise of my eyebrows.
I grab a solo cup and fill it up with the special punch, which has way too much vodka and not enough pineapple juice. Whoever made this jungle juice needs to be fired, evident from the stumbling teenagers trying to make it to the nearest couch but failing miserably.
Suddenly, a girl comes up to me that looks kind of familiar, she had red hair, a little over five feet tall, and quite attractive, saying," I've seen you hanging around with Scott,my name is Lydia".
She holds out a dainty hand, presumably to shake mine, and I weakly shake it, as I've learned in the past, never a good idea to give a woman a firm handshake unless she looks more man than woman. I've embarrassed myself more than once doing that.
She presses on and says with a flirty look and a hand on my chest," You're hot, I'm hot why not let me take you to one of these rooms and you can show me what you've got. Of course if you're man enough".
Not one to say no to a challenge she takes my hand rather roughly, and tries to lead me towards a guest room.
A kid slightly taller than me, with brown hair, blue eyes and an athletic frame, charges over to me saying," What the hell do you think you're doing with my girlfriend?!"
"I didn't know she was your girlfriend man, you can keep her, but I would keep an eye on her", I say while ripping my hand out of her grasp and walking toward the nearest couch.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean!",he says with a raised voice.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!", he roars out.
I walk on and not long after I feel a hand grab my shoulder and try spin me around,' oh stronger than he looks, still weaker than me though'. He fails to spin me around as I turn around to face him.
I have to fight back the urge to punch him in the face, and instead my eye just twitches.
"Oh you're the friend of that freak, McCall. Just because you're in first line doesn't mean you're special, nor does that body of yours, I could kick your ass in a second, don't fucking test me!", he screeches out in a tone likewise to a mouse, at least to me, I'm sure that's just his true nature showing.
He grabs onto my shirt with both hands, but he stops dead in his tracks as I stare back at him, heat pouring off of my body. Sweat streams off his body as he lets go and drops limply to the floor.
"Pussy", I say before walking off, heat still radiating off of my body but at a lower temperature now, as I look back he's still sitting there, staring into space while his girlfriend is trying to shake him out of it.
I head to the back porch and sit near the pool. I find a pool chair and lean back, trying to center myself.
I close my eyes and the rest of the world falls away for a moment, as I feel a cool breeze blow over my brain. I relax my body, going from my toes, to my legs, to my stomach, to my chest, to my arms,and finally to my face. I lay like that for a few minutes before opening my eyes.
I stand from my laying position and the hustle and bustle from the party is in full swing, from dudes doing cannonballs into the pool, to the separate cliques socializing, to the idiots getting plastered, hanging on their friends. Oh yeah, and everyone is dancing to some shitty music.
A smile sprouts on the edges of my face as I take in the atmosphere and the oxygen.
Scott and Allison come into the backyard, before I see Scott acting weird, staring out through a gate with an iron glare. I watch a man in his mid-twenties stare down Scott like he's trying to take his head off from a distance. The man has black hair, some stubble and a square chin. A dog growls at him, and he just stares it down until it backs off, yeah definitely another werewolf.
Suddenly the man runs to the side of the house and scales the wall, climbing up to the roof and disappearing on the other side of the house. If I had any suspicion that he was human that definitely cleared it up.
I'm immediately on edge. My face solidifies as I keep an eye on my surroundings, as well as Scott, it is the full moon after all.
I walk inside and raid the liquor drawer before seeing a bottle of jack, then I go to the fridge and get a coke. I make a jack and coke, 85% coke 15% jack. I then take a shot of jack before heading back outside with my drink.
The drink is more for the nerves than anything, because I know for a fact that I'm likely the only one at this party that can restrain him if I need to.
After about 3/4 of the solo cup I feel a little better. I look over at lover boy again, and he's with that Allison chick. Damn are they feeling each other, I don't really know yet, but I have a feeling she's a good girl. Good for you Scott.
Suddenly, he looks as though he has a migraine, as he walks away, stumbling as he walks, that's when I notice it. He suddenly transforms into his werewolf form, and damn are those some scary ass claws.
Looking around nobody else seems to see it, which is a good thing.
I follow him through the building, keeping a good distance so he doesn't notice me. He goes outside and enters his car, driving off.
I race to my Chevelle while getting in the car, I assure Allison that I'll see that he gets home safe.
I tail him, trying to stay as inconspicuous as possible.