Chelsea's family consists of-
Her mother- 50
Josh-22
Paul-20
Kelly-19
Chelsea-17
Kane-7
The day went by in a blur and 6th period came faster than it usually did, not only because it was a subject Jackson despised, but, because Chelsea had the same class with him. He wanted to confront her about what happened in the hall but wasn't sure on how to go about that, so he was going to wing it. Hoping that it would go smoothly. Opening the door to the room, his eyes scanned the crowd of faces that were seated before the bell rang. None of them were Chelsea and by the time the bell rang, she didn't show up. Jackson glanced at Stiles who was seated on the other side of the room, the quirky boy shrugged with both eyebrows crooked up. Maybe Scott was right, maybe she was a werewolf. All the unanswered questions gnawed at Jackson's brain, leaving him with scenarios and assumptions that could have been correct or not.
"4 o'clock meet me at Burgundy Trail"
"You're serious about all of this?" Jackson laid on his bed, phone to ear.
"Of course, don't be a wuss, just be there" Stiles hung up
Jackson sprawled across his bed, hugging his pillow in one arm while the other hung over the side of the bed. In a matter of seconds, the sleepy wolf dozed off into another world….
"Look, it'll be real easy okay? All you need to do is…distract him, lure him out." Chelsea's brother Josh reassured
"Sweetheart, just trust you're siblings okay? You're not dead yet are you?"
Chelsea looked from her mother to her older brother.
"What if he catches me?" her voice slightly trembled
"I guess you die." Kelly, Chelsea's sister entered the room, her voice holding no remorse
"We have to do this so we can see what he is like. His strength, power, ambition and tactics." Josh elaborated
"It's like an experiment, you're the cheese and he's the rat" Kelly flashed a smile
"W-why do I have to do it though?" she looked at all three of them
Chelsea's mother walked towards the younger teenager until she backed into the wall. The brown haired older woman, stared at Chelsea with a glare that could rip a soul in half and shred it into pieces. Grabbing her arm tightly into her grasp as if she was a child being scolded, her mother's soft nature became cold, frozen with intensity.
"Don't screw this up." She spat harshly
Chelsea reluctantly nodded.
Deep down she wouldn't mind of she died in the end, all the pain and troubles would be away, no more sneaking around, she would finally be set free.
"Good girl, now, go clean up the kitchen, Kane made one of his experimental soups, whatever that child calls it" the old hag threw her hands up in the air
Her family dispersed from the living room, leaving Chelsea alone to think about tonight's ambush. Though that was on her mind, her thoughts reverted to that of Jackson's face, he was gorgeous, handsome and strong. She'd never admit that to anyone or say it out loud, but the thought chewed at her. Brushing her hair back with her fingers, she let out a sigh then dropped to the floor with a huff.
"Chelsea! Kitchen!" her mother yelled from upstairs
Jumping up, Chelsea went into the kitchen that was covered with various pots and pans and splattered food.
'Here we go" she mumbled…
"Put this over your clothes, it'll mask your smell, it hasn't been sprayed for a while so it's fresh with scent" Josh, her older brother demanded
"Why can't I just wear Kelly's clothes?" she grabbed the shirt
"Because dad was alpha, this wolf is alpha and this is the werewolf's territory, therefore, there'll be a better chance of him chasing."
Chelsea slipped on the white button up that her brother handed to her, over the tank top she was wearing. Her nose was filled with instant warmth for the shirt had the aroma of her father's cologne, bringing back cherished memories.
"Mom, c'mon! I wanna fight too!" Kane shouted
"Darling, your to young, merely just a baby, maybe next time, alright?"
Turning around Kane stood up on his tippy toes and tightly hugged Chelsea.
"Make sure you get a chunk out of him for me?"
"I'll…I'll try"
Chelsea ruffled his brown shaggy hair before he ran off into the shadows.
"Are you ready? Paul asked with a deviled smile
All she could see was little duplicates of her mother when she stared upon her family. They all looked like the old lady, same brown hair, brown intense eyes, perfectly shaped small noses and lips. They even had her cold personality, that of a witch's to be exact. Chelsea on the other hand, was the only one that had golden blonde hair, hazel eyes, precise lips and nose shape. She resembled her dad which she guessed was the reason why her mother was so mean all the time, or maybe it was because she was different than the rest of them. Chelsea was the loner, the black sheep, and tonight was to prove that.
"Yeah" she quietly answered
Paul stepped forwards next to his sister. Chelsea watched him as his eye color changed from a light brown to jet black, startling her and yet amusing at the same time. His howl was clearly loud as the sleeping crows in the trees awakened, examining them incase their was to be danger. The only thing Chelsea could hear was her own heart beat that was erratically thumping against her chest. She was sure that's what everyone else could hear too which made her anxiety even worse. All there was to be though was silence, the wolf or any other in the area didn't make a peep. Inhaling a much larger amount of breath, Paul lifted his head up to the dark sky, ripping out another howl once more.
