Hey guys, this chapter is a little short, but I didn't want to continue yet, because it gets a little complicated next. Enjoy!
I kept running, not tiring at all. By nightfall though, I had to stop to get water. Not just for me, but for the boy riding me.
As soon as I stopped in a clearing the boy climbed off of me awkwardly. I darted into the trees to morph back.
Worst thing about being a werewolf, you lose your clothes every time you wolf up. I sniffed quickly, looking for the clothes me and the other wolves keep stashed everywhere. I found a load of Arnie's huge ones and shoved the top on as a dress. I found a pair of my leggings and underwear not too far away. Apparently I had used the top a while ago.
I walked back to the clearing. I grabbed some spare branches from the trees and any that had tangled in my curly dark brown hair. There were always a few.
In the middle of the small area, I but a small tepee of branches for the fire. I picked up some flint I had taken from the pocket of Arnie's jeans. I lit the fire with my small iron ring.
I sat down next to the boy, who had moved close to the fire for warmth.
"so, what's your name, stranger? Apparently we're going to have to get out of these woods together." I said, my tribe accent filling my voice, the way it did whenever I was nervous. I gulped it down, how I always did.
"Nico. Nico Di Angelo." he answered timidly, after a while.
"Kayla Clearwater. Werewolf, as you've probably guessed." I said, equally shy. I was admitting my adversity to the world. What could be worse than that. I secretly hoped there was something different about this boy. After all, he had pulled a sword out of nowhere.
"Demigod, son of Hades." he told me. Yes! Oh yeah! Finally! Somebody it what the pack and I liked to call a 'divergence'. We were different, yet the same. We fitted into both the natural and supernatural categories.
We talked for a while, figuring out where we were going. For some reason, Nico wanted to go to Long Island. I could swim there once we got close enough.
After a quick dinner of blackberries I scrounged from nearby bushes, we both fell asleep, staring at the stars.
