Chapter 9

The next day, the pack left me with homeschool homework. That in itself sounds wrong as if shouldn't go together. Everyone had work to go to. I should have school to go to and learn. School, would have given me homework to do for home.

If felt forever since I started this homework for homeschool, but it was only hour. I needed people. Searching for homeschool club, or something. There was a homeschool club that started at nine and ended at four at the library. I was happy.

Taking my road bike to the library with my messenger bag full of homework. Going about eighteen miles per hours. Dealing with headwind and the weight of my books digging into my back the library seemed so far away. Instead of being five miles away if felt like fifty.

Inside the library, the club of teens with books at a round table. Ruth, a friend who moved away when we were in fourth grade. We raced together on our road bike. There was a road bike that must have belong to her.

"Ruth," I said. Ruth looked up at me. She smiled. "Micky."

We hugged each other. "It is so good to see you," she said. "Math is killing me."

"Did you ride your road bike here?"

"Girl, you know I did."

I smiled at her. "Me too. About noon, we go to my house ditch the books take the bikes out for a spin."

Ruth nodded. "It is a deal."

Ruth and I worked on math together. She was learning a different type of math than me. As I finished with my work, Ruth was starting with Earth Sciences. About ten minutes into Earth Science, I finished the assignment.

At elven, we finished all the homework we were given. It was an hour earlier than what we said for our bike ride.

At home I made lunch and text my brothers stating that I am going bike riding. Didn't even bothered reading the response.

Half way through lunch the home phone rings. Letting the answering machine pick up the call. "Micky pick up the phone," Ordered Dillion.

"Yo."

"What do you think you are doing?"

"Eating lunch with Ruth and then going for a ride.

There was a sigh. "Who is Ruth?"

"A friend from the past. I meant her at the library."
"What were you doing at the library," asked Dillion.

Rolling my eyes and Ruth staring at me. "Homeschool club that was what I was doing."

I hung up on him. Ruth signaled for us to go and ride our bikes.

Freeing our bikes from the garage. We zoomed down the driveway and hit the bump from the apron to the street. We were flying having a grand old time.

Time seemed to have caught up with us. When we were younger we tried to see how fast we could go. The faster we went the more we felt like racers.

"We are at fifty," said Ruth. "Probably should slow down because of the law."

Ruth was right. The speed limit was twenty-five-miles per hour. We slowed at the speed limit, and felt like we were crawling.

After climbing a hill close to the woods, I heard what sounded like babies crying. Slowing down and then I heard it again. Babies crying.

"Ruth this way," I turned hard right. There they were two babies in cages next to baby carriers. Opening up the cages and putting the kids into the carriers. They were werewolves.

"Who would do this to babies," asked Ruth.

"I don't know but I know someone who will help them."

In the back of my road bike I had a bag with bungee cords. I put one little baby on the handlebars and one on the frame in front.

We planned ride to Adam's but we passed Mercy's auto shop. I turned into the auto shop. Clinton was there with his mom. "What are you doing with babies and shouldn't you be resting? What do you think you are? A Werewolf?"
"Um it is a long story."

Clinton looked at Ruth. "You two together, the road can't take you two."

Ruth nodded. "We were going to do a centenary."

Mercy walked out of the garage. "Okay now I can help you."

Mercy looked at me and the babies who were sleeping from our ride. Mercy took care of Clinton's mom. She then told Ruth to go home and me stay.

I sat on the floor with my hand on road bike. Road bikes don't have kickstands. The babies were still bungee cord to my bike. Mercy study the kids. "What happened?"
I told her about how Ruth and I found the babies in the cages. Mercy was able to get a hold of Adam.

Ten minutes later in walks Adam. He was not alone. My brothers were with him. Bobby stopped. "You found our brother and sister."

Adam and I were puzzled. My dad didn't have anymore children. I was the youngest.

Dillion had dad on the phone. "Micky found Alice and Jim."

Dad sighed in relief.

Adam growled. "We need to figure out who is after your kids."

"Adam is right. They put the babies in a caged," stated Dillion.

I didn't tell them about the cages. So how did they know about that? Could Dillion be the person who put them in the cages? Shaking my head. Dillion wouldn't do that.

One of the babies started fussing. I pushed my bike up against the wall. Making sure the bike was secured against the wall. Taking the bungee cords off on the baby carrier, placing the baby seat on the floor, and shortly after the second baby was free from the bike.

The babies started turning into wolves. "Okay bad babies, no wolf."

Adam took a look at the two pups trying to get out of the carrier. Bobby took one of the pups and held it in his arms. The baby turned back into the baby within seconds. Bobby smiled.

"Baby werewolves who ever heard of such a thing," I said mockingly.

Adam turned to me. "Go home and take you bike. Bobby, the twins, and I are going to ride home."

When I got home, I called my mom. My mom was fine. Dad had just called her before I called her. She did tell me to call Rob, another brother. Rob is nineteen and his mom was surprised about the twins. She thought that she finally hit the end of her childbearing years.

Mom gave me Rob's number. She wanted me to call him to make sure he was okay.

"Rob," I said into the phone.

"Yeah."

"This is Micky."
"Give me the phone," said Ty.

"Ty?"
"Micky, you are going to the skate park, alone. I will let Rob go, but not you. If you don't come or come alone I will kill Rob."

Ty hung up.

I left a note stating that I needed time to think and will be a the skate park. Also, noted that I will be okay with whatever punishment they wanted to give me. I just needed to be alone.

Taking my BMX bike and leaving the note behind a long with my cellphone. Knowing two things were going to happen: one, I was never coming back here again, and two, Bobby, Dillion will never see me again. My life will be over even though it really was over.

Why did I feel like I was walking into a death trap?

I had beat them. So I did some tricks. There were many people there watching me do my thing.

Soon, I was feeling like my old self. There is nothing freeing then leaping through the air and landing on pavement. The scent of werewolf made me think this is the end. One last leap and one last flip. Then it was over.

Ty stood his ground. "Micky, come here now."

Walking my bike and feeling as if my tail was behind my legs, I walked over to Ty. Ty let the wolf, Rob go. I hugged Rob and dropped a letter meant for my brothers and Adam it was my secret letter, telling them what happened (leaving Ty's name out of the letter).

"You alone," asked Ty.

I nodded.

"I don't need you anymore Rob."

I smelled silver. My heart raced as I pushed Rob out of the way right when Ty was about to shot him. Everyone at the park ran. Rob stayed behind, but Ty had picked me up and carried me to the car.

The sliver was racing through me. The fever hit fast. Ty was swearing at me as I thought I was going to die soon.

"You shouldn't have taken that bullet," said Ty. "Look. We get on the plane I will have someone help removed that bullet from you."

"Plane," I said weakly. "What plane?"

Ty snorted. "You think you would stay here?"

I shrugged.

"We are going somewhere werewolves don't live."

Where was that? Alaska?

"Are you okay," asked Ty?

"I was shot and now we are traveling to No Where Village."

Ty grunted and drove faster. "You should have let him take the bullet." Ty pulled over and picked me up. He placed me in a dark van with only window in the front, two sides, and the back.

Their doctor looked at me. "You shot her with a silver bullet!"

"She became a hero to save her half brother," replied a disgusted Ty.

The doctor didn't bother putting me under. Medicine doesn't work on werewolves. He frowned as he started operating on me. Ink trying to take the pain for me. I still felt much of it.

He removed the bullet with tongs. There must be something against using tongs on peoples' bodies. He stitched me up and smiled. "Done. You probably will still have a fever from the silver."

Ty picked me up again and transferred me to the plane.