"Samuel, hurry up. I forget you're a werewolf. You move so slow." I catch up to the shorter brunette leading me through a forest.
"How about you slow down?" I complained. "We're in the woods. Nothing's going to change if you slow down."
"Yea right. I might get wrinkles on my pretty little face, a couple of gray hair, hell I might even die waiting for you to pick up the pace."
I roll my eyes, and continue to follow behind. I froze watching a dark haired woman walking past us. She continued walking, as if she didn't see us.
I grabbed Samantha's arm to stop her. "Please, tell me I wasn't the only one who saw that woman walk past us."
She shook her head. "I saw her too." She admitted as she started walking again.
"And?"I requested , refusing to move.
"And what?
"Do you know who she was?"
"Samuel, I can't believe you don't know who she is." She turned to look at me. She finally answered my question when she seen the blank expression on my face. "Her name is Talia. She's our aunt." she explained and continued walking.
"On our mom's side?" I asked, trekking beside her.
When I asked she immediately stopped. Her whole body tensed. "No." She quietly answered, not turning to look at me.
We silently continued the hike. Samantha reached her arm out to stop me.
"We're here." She smirked.
I look up to a huge house. It looked like it was a two story house. The place was built in red bricks with white widows with black shutters around it. What really shocked me was when I saw the same woman that I had learned to be Talia standing in the window that looked to be the kitchen. As soon as she saw me she smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back until she turned her attention to something else in the kitchen.
"Wow. You have our dad's smile." I turn to see Samantha looking at me. I had completely forgot she was standing next to me. "Actually you look just like him, except younger." I released a soft laugh. "What's so funny?"
"How can I agree that I look like someone that I dont even know? I mean, I have no clue who my… well our dad is, or what he looks like."
"Just because you don't know what he looks like doesn't change the fact that you're like an exact copy of him." She says between giggles. "But, if you have to see him, he's right there."
I followed her finger to a man sitting behind an upstairs window. He looked up from his book to look out at us. Samantha happily waves causing our father's lip to curl at the corners. As I continued to stare, he steps backwards into the shadows.
"Ok that's enough staring. He's not that interesting." Samantha says.
Before I could say anything I was interrupted by two kids yelling at each other.
"Stop using your werewolf speed. It's not fair to the rest of us who are not werewolves." The little girl yelled to a boy with black hair.
"Oh come on Zoey ease up. I'm just having fun." The little boy teased.
"Derek, play the game like you have common sense." Another girl with the same dark color hair as the boy.
"Cora, how many times has mother told you to stop talking about people?" I look over to see a girl that had to be at least five years older than the rest of the kids come towards Cora.
"Too many for her to count because she's stupid and can't count to twenty." Derek smirked.
"That's not nice Derek. Now say sorry before I have to go get mom." The older girl demanded
I look away from the children to ask Samantha a question. "Who's the girl that seems to be in charge?"
"Her name's Laura. Talia puts her in charge a lot because she's supposed to be the next alpha when the time comes." Samantha explains.
When I look back towards where the group of children were playing I saw three older people staring at me and Samantha. I instantly knew that they were the older version of Laura, Derek, and Cora. I watched as they went in opposite directions. Laura and Cora went towards the house, while Derek went towards the forest area opposite of the house.
"Where are they going?" I ask Samantha. When I did not get a reply I looked to her. I was met with her big blue eye. They were full of fear and sadness. I was confused as to why she was so scared. I turn back to the house to see it in flames. "Samantha we have to help!" I tried to control the panic in my voice.
"We can't Samuel. It's too late to do anything." Her voice was shaky. She watched the house burn with watery eyes.
Ignoring what she said I ran towards the burning house. When I reached the door I could hear screams. I kicked the door in revealing vicious flames, and charge inside. Running through the house, I fall to the ground. Looking down to my feet, I learned that I had tripped over a body. Desperately trying to save the person, I lift the severely burned body onto my back.
Struggling to exit the house, I call for Samantha, but she was gone. As I begin to walk again, I feel the weight of the body disappear. I turn around to see Laura struggling to pull Cora out of the home. I began to hear my name being called. I turn in the direction of the yelling, and see Samantha and Peter.
"Samuel, run!" They constantly yelled. They waved their arms, signaling they want me to get away from the house.
I began to run, with no clue to why. I was shoved to the ground by a strong gust of wind.
I quickly sat up in my bed. I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. When I realized that I was back in my room, my heartbeat and breathing slowly went back to normal. I look over the edge of my bed to the clock that read 3: 27 in the moring. Knowing I wouldn't fall back to sleep, I grab my sketchbook beside the clock and begin to sketch in it.
For the past month I've had dreams about Samantha. With every dream I sketch something I found important in my book. I rarely draw one event from a dream.
The bell sounded, releasing all students of Williams Academy from their 2nd periods.
I switched my books between my backpack and my locker. As I place my last book into the locker, the locker slammed closed.
"Hey dweeb." Aaron Smith, my worst enemy, leaned against the lockers.
I ignored his insulting greeting, and began to walk pass him.
He throws his arm over my shoulder like we were friends. "I know you heard me." He stated, walk beside me. "You're such a loser. Just admit that I'm better then you. You couldn't be me in your dream."
"First all," I began, throwing his arm away from me. "I dont want to be anything like you. Second, I'm faster, stronger, and smarter than you."
"And he's way cuter than you." Morgan stepped in to defend me. Morgan was a short girl with rich dark skin. Like me, she was adopted by the Evans' when she was young. "Why dont you just leave him alone, Aaron, before I have to deal with you." She stepped closer to Aaron, and looks up to him. "I will beat your ass."
Aaron laughed at Morgan's threat. "Well, look who it is. It's Sam's little bitch."
Before he could say another word, I shoved him into a locker. I've taken a lot from him in the past few years, but his comment was my breaking point. I released my rage in every punch I sent to his face and body.
"Stop it." I overhear hear Aaron's girlfriend, Rebecca Freemen, Yelling at me. "Get off him." She jumped on my back, trying to pull me away from her boyfriend on the ground.
Morgan rushed to her and began to pry her off me. After freeing me of the curly, dark haired girl, Morgan and Rebecca began to fight.
I look up to Morgan, causing her to freeze mid punch. She rushes over to me and began to pull me off of Aaron. She forced my head down, trying to hide my glowing yellow eyes as we exited the school. We rushed to our car and got in.
"Sam, you have to calm down." Morgan said as she saw my nails grow into claws.
"I can't Morgan." I answered through my now grown k-9. "I'm losing control. Get out of the car. I don't want to hurt you."
" Sam, I know you can control your wolf side. Don't let it control you. Come on Sam I believe in you." Morgan admitted.
I know I can, but right now I don't want to control it. I want to go back into that school and finish Aaron off. No one talks about my family. I was about to get out of the car when I felt a hand grab my hand. I look down to see Morgan and my fingers intertwined. It took just her touch to help me gain control back.
"Thanks Mor." I mumbled when I got my breathing back to normal.
"No problem Sam. That's what family's for." She smiled her beautiful smile. "I think we should go home."
"Yea, I think that's a good idea." I nod as Morgan cranks the car, and drive home.
The Evans' were a young looking couple that owned a candy store in Savannah, Ga. We all live above the store as a family. Mrs. Evans never had a child of her own, but she and her husband adopted. Apart from Morgan and I were 3 younger kids living with the Evans, Clementine, Mason, and Jason.
Morgan and I snuck up the back staircase, not wanting to get in trouble if we went through the shop. We softly close the door behind us.
"I'm going to sleep." Morgan admitted, leaving me at the entrance. "I don't care what you do, but be quiet and don't bother me."
Remembering I had a few more sketches to complete, I took me book from my bag and went down stairs. Checking to see if the Evans were busy, I snuck to the storage in the back of the store. I hid behind a tall stack of boxes and open my sketch book. As I scribbled details into the drawing of Samantha and Peter, my eyelids grew heavy.
A/N: So did you like it. Please let me know.
I didn't mean to upset anyone with the coursing in this chapter, but brace yourself there is more coming (Morgan). Oh to the people who just started reading stories of mine this is a sequel and don't worry the first one is a quick read (really short chapters). Peace.