"I don't think you want to try that little boy. Someone might get hurt." I looked at him pointedly, he backed up but another stepped up, right against me.
"That someone is going to be you if you don't be good and put out." He tried to pin me against the wall, I just laughed at his feeble attempts of moving me. I gave him the lightest push I could manage at that time, and that alone sent him back a few feet. I could feel the anger growing in them, which just pleased my wolf; she agreed to stay back for now, as long as she was able to have some fun. I was perfectly ok with that.
"You bitch!" He charged at me and with inhuman speed I dodged and shoulder checked him into one of his friends. The other two charged at me, I just pushed them, one hand each, and they hit the wall. I was grinning sadistically, I was enjoying this, and they knew it.
Then the hunger hit, hard. I realised that one of them had cut themselves and the smell of blood, so close, so warm...I almost gave in, but I turned tail and ran, right into the principal. Shit. I swore to myself, the last thing I needed was her on my case. I moved to get away, but she grabbed me, I did not want to pull away too hard, I did not want to hurt her.
"Jasper, what are you doing?" She still had a strong grip on my arm, nails digging in, but that wasn't what bothered me, the scent of danger filled the air, the hunger was getting worse and the tremors were starting.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit...I got to go home. Now!" I tried to pull my arm away without using too much force. Something about her looked off and it was bothering me, everything seemed off about her. I had to get away.
"Jasper, what is wrong? Why were you running? Why do you need to get home so badly?" The tone behind the questions wasn't that of inquiring innocently, it was more menacing than that, like she already had an idea, but she couldn't have. I tried to pull away and she held on, pulling me towards her and spinner me around. Something was definitely wrong, she wasn't this strong, no human can overpower me, especially not a frail old woman. Now that I thought about it, this was not her, I know it was not, she is a human, and this is a psychic, one of the ones that could mess with what you think you see. Close your eyes and concentrate, don't see our principal, see who is really holding us. And then it hit me, literally, a meaty fist came down on the side of my head. It was a man, I knew that for sure, and I bit down on the arm holding me against his body, easily cutting flesh and he let go. Quickly I looked back, golden hair, golden eyes, and the same eyes that haunted my dreams.
I ran for home, worried that I was not going to make it. The tremors turned into spasms a long time ago and it was through sheer will power that I did not shift. I saw the house and relief swept through me, I ran harder, until I got there, opened the door quickly and ran inside.
"Jasper, what are you..." I did not stop; I ran straight for the basement and slammed the door shut, locking it with my mind. I heard my uncle come down the stairs. "Jasper, is everything ok?" I tried to steady my breathing, to calm down to stop what was about to happen. I heard him try to open the door.
"NO!" I screamed, holding my hand out towards the door, "Forgot medicine...shifting...run...sorry..."Then it happened, I broke into a howl as the transformation took me over. It was always bad after I had taken the medicine for as long as I have this time. I felt every little thing happening to me, my bone structure changing, my tail growing, then it was done, and I was pissed. I lunged at the door, consumed in the rage I had been controlling all day, the hatred, the fear. I body checked the door, the walls, I was scratching, biting and hitting everything, it was all I could do. In the middle of the city I couldn't go and run like I can in the country, I was caged, and it pissed me off. Eventually I burned enough energy that I just collapsed. It was nothing close to a peaceful sleep, because I was haunted with images. Images of Brad, the man with the golden eyes, some dark boy, I couldn't see his face but I knew he was important, and images of my parents hanging dead from the ceiling. I woke up many times while I was down there, the only time gauge that I had was the window, the amount of light out there let me guess at the time.
