As I walked toward the edge of the forest line in the clearing near the back of Adam's park; I was beginning to wonder whether I was making the right choice trusting Michael. God I hope so.
It took two-and-a-half minutes to finish crossing the clearing. The moon overhead throwing an ominous cast over the world; giving the trees and unseeingly horrifying look. 'Well Matthew, I believe this isn't your brightest idea so far.' What if he is some crazy Vampire, or maybe a crazed rabid werewolf, or even some psycho, maniac, womanizing Incubus. God, I shuddered at the last one. 'Wow, I need to get out more.' As I stood there reviewing calculus problems, algebra, Shakespearean plays, and Bach in my head I heard a loud roar, followed by a long and almost depressing howl ring out. Soon a rustling came from the forest edge. As I froze in fear wondering again about this being the right choice trusting Michael; I felt the doubts come in flooding into the front of my conscious. 'Please let me believe I was right about this.' "Michael?" I called out to him. Silence. That's all there really is if you think about it. I began breathing heavily, my cold air visible in the moonlit night.
The rustling happened again and a figure wearing a black leather jacket, a red t-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and boots came out of the forest edge. His blond hair blowing as the wind picked up a little. It was Michael. "Glad you could make it human," He said smirking. "What is that supposed to mean?" I questioned. "Well, after all you are human." He said smirking still. "And your not?" I asked. "Well, that's for you to find out Matthew." He said, now wearing a serious look. Wow; his eyes were burning red, scaring the crap out of me. I was now frightened. "O-okay," I stumbled, "Let's begin. So, when do you hunt?" I asked. "Rephrase." He muttered. "Do you hunt period?" I asked guessing. "Yes. Proceed with next," he said. "When do you hunt?" I asked. "At night usually, or when I take "vacations or sick days" he said, emphasizing on the "vacations" and "sick days". "Okay, what do you hunt?" I was probably bothering him now. "That depends on what you mean?" he asked, "If your wondering if I hunt humans, then that's a no," he said, this time emphasizing on the no. "What do you hunt if you don't hunt humans?" I asked. "Animals, of course. Usually deer, elk, cow, and every now-and-then a bear. But only if I'm really hungry," he said. "Okay, that narrows you down, to about all of them, except Vampires, Incubus, and every other meat eater. So-" I tried to finish but he cut me off. "Let me just show you." He said turning around. "Oh, one or two?" he asked. "Surprise me." I said. "Kay."
He rushed into the brush. It was only a few minutes before a gigantic whitish-silver wolf came jumping out of the bush. The wolf landed only a few feet behind me. As it came down on all fours it circled around so it faced me. The wolf threw back its head and let out a long howl. "Aaaaroooooooooooo!" he howled. He then looked at me, his eyes a dark sapphire-blue color, burning into my soul, as if my body was a pane of glass and he was looking straight through me. Suddenly a voice sounded off in my head, as if someone had hit a resonance chamber, and the sound was his voice; pure, velvety, and clear radiating through my skull walls. "Well?" the voice said. "M-Michael? You're…" I stammered "A werewolf, yeah thanks for pointing out the obvious," he said. His body started trembling, shaking; his body growing smaller, shrinking to a man's size. He stood up, he was back to normal; except for the fur, and tail, and sapphire eyes, and the claws…you know the works. "What is this?" I asked surprised. "My hybrid form; number two," he said speaking through his mouth. "So, the thing with the voice….can you do it all the time?" I asked. "Like this?" the voice echoed in my skull. "Well yes, but outside of wolf form?" I asked "Only sometimes, I can even read minds sometimes, but not all the time," he said speaking through his mouth again. "Cool. Can you do anything else?" I asked. "What do I look like, a freaking' magician?!?" he asked. "You're a werewolf." I said flatly. "Touché. Well, yes. Besides the whole mind thing; I can lift up to ten times my body weight, run faster than a human by ten fold, and see up to about, roughly, 1.5 miles, almost 2. I can also hear up to 3 miles. I have enhanced smell, and a sixth sense, alos the ability to repeal faster, and regenerate. The only drawback is in wolf form; I can only see black, whites, and gray," he said.
So that began the two-and-a-half hour long conversation. He told me about everything; why he was how he was, what he was supposed to "do". Who was even a werewolf, if there were any other in Wolf-Creek. Which brought up, The Unseen War, or so it was called. A war that has lasted about 8 centuries. A war between the supernatural. It has consumed an untold amount of lives from both sides of the War, both supernatural and innocent. The fighting groups are not really classified into allies and axes; just species groups that get along with one another. "So have you actually fought anything?" I asked. "Well besides the average wolf attacking me or prey. But there is something…." He trailed off. "What?" he asked. "Well lately, some of the kids on the reservation have gone missing. One of them came back, but the other two still haven't been found. I don't believe it is some average wolf, or bear. It can't be a Vampire, or I would've smelt it. I am wondering….." he said. "Well, is there something I can do to help?" "No," he said. He quickly turned his head to the forest. He then changed back to his human form. "Stay behind me." He said.
Suddenly a tall man with jet black hair and amber eyes emerged from the forest. Wearing only a leather jacket and a pair of torn up jeans. "I knew I smelt pup," the strange man said grinning. "Can I help you?" Michael said. "Yes, you may. I'm Victor Rhodes. I'm looking for a man named Michael Rommeal Anderson. You wouldn't happen to know where I can find him, do you?" he asked smirking. "You found him, now what can I help you with?" Michael asked. "Hehehe…" Victor laughed. "Oh nothing much, just gives me your head!!" Victor said as he tore at Michael his body shuddering, a gigantic gray wolf replacing him. As the wolf lunged at Michael he jumped backwards, dodging the gigantic maw coming at him. "Well, there goes the little sleep I'll get now," Michael said. Lunging forward shifting into his whitish-silver wolf, which was almost dwarfed by the other wolf; significantly. They circled each other; snarling at one another. I heard his voice again. "Don't worry, I'll be fine. Just run and keep running till you get home," he said. I didn't think twice about it, I just turned around and kept running, not stopping till I bust through the front door, locked it, and went to my room. Guess my dad was out cold.