"I need to talk to you…"
"If this is about him and me, don't bother, please…I'm trying to forget him. And that doesn't work if you keep bring him up." She continued walking. She had known this would happen. That his friends would try to convince her to change her mind. Sometimes she wondered what it was about him the commanded such loyalty.
"It's not about him. It's about me, and I want you to know. I trust you, and he trusts you. And the rest of them trust him, so I think you should know;" he said, not backing down. He was determined to tell her. And he was terrified. But this wasn't really about him. This was about his best mate. And he deserved to be happy. And she made him happy.
"Obviously, he doesn't trust me. Or he would be here, he would be telling me."
"He believes that since it's my secret, I should be the only one to revel it. To anyone. So I'm telling you."
"What are you telling me?" She could tell that this was big.
"Last night was the full moon." What was he going on about? She knew it was the full moon.
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Every night we disappear it's the full moon."
She had never put it together, but as she thought about it, she realized he was right. But that didn't solve anything. "So?"
He was trying to get her to realize the truth without having to actually say the words. She was usually so bright, but she was being quite daft right now.
"I'm kind of sick."
"Maybe you should go to the hospital wing."
"Not like that…I have a kind of…disease, if you will."
"What? Is that why you always look so pale and ragged? I had no idea, oh…I'm sorry. But what does this have to do with the full moon?" She was confused.
He was going to have to spell it out for her. "I'm a werewolf. He was with me. But not as himself."
Her eyes widened.
"You're a – huh?"
"A werewolf."
"No, I mean…I would have known. You're…" she couldn't believe what he had just said. She refused to believe it. He was one of her favorite people, she spent time with him. She had known her for six and a half years. How do you have classes with someone every day since you were eleven and not know something like this. Besides, werewolves were vicious and mean, not like the shy, quiet, mild mannered boy in front of her. That is just not fair. That is just not how things should work.
"Please don't make me say it again."
"Werewolf ?" she breathed, still not grasping it. Then she realized the rest of his previous statement. "He goes with you? That's crazy…he swore that he couldn't get killed. That most definitely could lead to his death."
"He's not really himself when they come along."
"Huh?"
"Well, and this is the part that no one, no one, knows, they're animals when they come."
"Animals…how could they…oh…" It hit her. She understood. Kind of. "But how could they have managed that, it's so advanced?"
"It took them four years, but they did it. They really are brilliant."
"And it's so illegal!"
"That is not the point. The point I he did this for me, and I'm doing this for him. So go find him, make up, and never, never, tell anyone. Right?"
"I'll talk to him."
"Good."
"And I won't tell anyone…I swear."
