Chapter 2. Nightdreamin'.
Things wouldn't be the same that night. Danny knew it when he made the bed. It was a stupid thing to do before going to sleep, but then it was easier to get sleep. What a redundancy.
Three hours later, he understood Ethan's words. Full moon. That took all the dreams away, and left him with his eyes opened. There was something wrong with that night...He didn't know why, or what. But something. And still, he couldn't deny that he wanted to get up, walk towards the window, jump off the roof, and run to the woods. So, he let go.
"What if he's hurt?!" Aiden punched him hard. He had gotten tired of that crap. Ethan was acting like a really mad-in-love jerk.
"Shut up Ethan!" he realized how bad it was (the situation) when his twin didn't slap him back. Uh-oh.
"Don't tell me you are." he almost yelled. His voice was at full power, and his rage was feeling even higher than his conscience during a full Moon.
"What?!" innocence in a question could be good. But coming from someone like Ethan...
"NO WAY DUDE!" Aiden was pissed. He was. Ethan had fallen in love with Danny. "I thought we made it clear!" after Deucalion had left them there, to do evil and all that stuff, and after having been a living proof of what Deucalion had done to their loved ones years before, they made a promise.
"I'm not sorry If that's what you're asking for." all those years, all those fucking sixteen years, and he didn't already know that his brother was capable of love. Of loving even more than him.
"I thought he was your boy-toy." there was nothing wrong with being sincere in a fight like that.
"He's not. Not anymore. He has acted really mature about it though." he had to recognize, deeper in his soul, beneath all the rage, and all the pain, that Danny had made the right decision. Perhaps he wouldn't have handled the truth after all. No. His Danny was strong enough to go on with the fact Ethan, now his ex-boyfriend, was a werewolf.
"Wait...Can you smell it?" there was a strange mood in the air of the little abandoned appartment. How could it smell like wood, pure wood, and the night's most hypnothic essence in there? And he realized he was wrong. That smell didn't come from the appartment.
Before he knew, he had already threw himself out of the building, out of the appartment, by the window.
Sleepwalking. Danny wasn't even conscious when he got there. The last part of half a tree was standing in front of him, and his hands were on the rusty, dirty wood. Getting his hands back with a scare, he almost fainted when he saw all those trees surrounding him. How did he made it to the woods? It had been sort of a daydreamin'...but at night.
"What am I doing here?" he asked to himself. Perhaps his mind had an answer to that.
With a little ground-shaking, he saw those roots. Wait...were they alive? And his eyes weren't fast enough to see it coming. He wasn't prepared.
All with sudden, the roots were coiling around his legs, and without recognizing the awful sound of his voice, he screamed. The mud was freezing cold when he hit the ground...hard. But nothing was as scary as that wolf running towards him. That was it. Wrong place, at the wrong time. He waited for the hurt when its fangs pierced the roots from his right leg, probably trying to reach the skin. But nothing happened. The roots were still trying to get him underground, but the wolf...that wolf, was protecting him. Was it?
Danny tried to scape from the place when he was released from the evil tree, but when he turned back to see if the animal was still there. And all he saw...was Ethan. Naked.
With the wolf's shining blue eyes. He didn't even knew how, but he had known it all that time. His strength at first had driven him crazy, but later on, he had realized how scared he had been of those muscles. And now everything was reasonable. Still, he fainted.