Welcome back and thank you so much for coming back! I'm actually really sorry about the cliffhanger, I'm still writing. ~SL

Chapter 8

Wyatt and Zed matched each other step for step, their monsters riding them hard, each refusing too be once inch closer to Addison or further from her. Once they heard the door closed, the watched each other as they took their steps. One, five, seven, ten, twenty. They carried themselves down the street, getting just out of Seabrook proper to a small triangle brick, the junction between their three towns. Addisons house was a visible blip on the distance, just far enough where her eyes couldn't make them out, but they could still see her home.

They both stopped on either side of the brick, their bodies tense.

"You're a complete asshole." Zeds teeth were grinding. Wyatt shoved his shoulder, the zombie answer with a snarl.

"Me? We could of had Addison tonight if you didn't fight me. We agreed-" Wyatt stepped forward, Zed used his shoulder to check him, Wyatt letting out a growl.

"Stop talking about her like she is food." Zed felt his voice lower in octaves.

"Oh come on shining prince, if Addison was on a plate, we would fight to lick it clean." Wyatt pulled back. "You're so frustrating. You have a good thing in front of you and you won't let yourself have it. Two good things." Wyatt shoved him again.

"Stop shoving me." Zed growled, facing the ground.

"Or what, Prince Perfect Zombie?" Wyatt shoved his shoulder again, his two fingers digging into his shoulder.

Zed felt his hand already caressing his zband. It would be so easy to rip it off, rip off the wolf's head, toss it into the wolf den. So easy.

"You think I'm a prince?" Zeds voice was low. "You think I don't fight my monster? Every. Single. Day. I fight him, he wants Addison, I want Addison. Every. Time. I. See. Her." Zed was screaming into Wyatt's face, his hands on his shoulders. "Fuck you, just because you don't have to be worried about killing her." Zed yelled, pushing Wyatt as hard as he could.

Zeds eyebrows knitted together as Wyatt's feet tore up the asphalt. His body unmoving, his eyes blazing yellow, shrugging off Zeds hand.

"The perfect prince, too afraid to trust his monster, too afraid to trust himself." Wyatt spit on the ground in front of Zed, his lengthening fangs causing his words to bite differently. "You're not a human. You're not a zombie, you're a pathetic, weak, scared mix of both." Wyatt put both his hands on Zeds shoulders, claws digging in. "You think I didn't worry? You don't think I wasn't afraid? I know what my wolf wanted to do to her, but I'm not fighting him anymore. I'm compromising. I don't want her blood, I want her smile, the small ones that light up the corners of her smile, the bright ones that move across her face. I want the handwritten love notes, the thoughtful small gifts. My wolf wants her screaming our names, her fingernails dragging across my back, swollen with a child. She loves you, you fucking worthless sack. And you love her, you would never hurt her." Wyatt screamed into his face, pulling Zed over his body. Zed landed five feet away from Wyatt, spinning in the air, landing on his feet, his eyes focused on up the street, far away. Wyatt looked more annoyed than ever, charging towards him, his fist pulling back to punch him. Zed caught Wyatt's fist, pinning it to his side. Wyatt roared, punching with his other fist. Zed caught it in his other hand, pinning it to his other side. Wyatt pulled his head back, ready to head butt Zed, who simply dodged to the left and then right. Zed pulled Wyatt in closer, breathing in deep.

"Shut up." Zed whispered, shaking Zed as much as he could. "Shut up." Zed repeated.

"If you try to kiss me right now, I'll bite both your heads off." Wyatt said, pulling back to look up in Zeds eyes.

"Fair enough. But that's not what I'm interested in right now." Zed motioned to Addisons, where a group clad in all black were running away her house. They both noticed her window was open, and her soft pink linen curtains were flapping in a small breeze outside her window.

"Addison." Wyatt whispered, breaking Zeds grip, running back towards her house.

"She's fine." Zed said softly, picking up his pace as he started to run back to Addisons.

Wyatt wasted no time jumped from the bottom to her balcony window, Zed heard his deep inhale before he let himself drop, Wyatt's body was shaking, his necklace piercing light in the night.

"Please tell me she's up there asleep." Zed asked.

Wyatt didn't answer him, he didn't have time. He could smell Addison wasn't in the room and he couldn't hear her heartbeat. If Zed would have let his zombie free, he would have already known the answer. Wyatt could smell the feral zombies stench all over her room and house. He had to chase them down, but Wyatt knew he wasn't strong enough to take down a whole crew, let alone before something happened to Addison.

Addisons screamed broken thru the night, and Wyatt made his decision. Before Zed could notice what was happening, Wyatt ripped off Zeds zband, wrapping it around his own wrist. Thankfully it was far enough away from his necklace there was no light show, and no side effects.

Zed roared as his body and muscles expanded. The dead blood coursing thru his veins, his monster taking over.

Except for that side effect. Wyatt thought to himself.

"Zed they have Addison, I need your help."

"Rugah?" Zed tried to concentrate on Wyatt, but his fast and strong heartbeat was meeting with the fact he wanted to rip his head off only a minute ago. Zed shook his head.

I'm not giving him the satisfaction of being the first flesh I eat. Zed told his monster.

"Addiska?" Zeds zombie said outloud.

"Yes, feral zombies have her, we have to hurry."

Zed lost all control of his zombie as he marched forward, trying to follow Addisons smell, it quickly dimming.

"I can track her big guy, but I can't save her from a group."

"Zar banzah." Zed chewed his words out.

"You're stronger as an unrestrained zombie and I don't have to fight your moral compass, punch me later, let's go!" Wyatt began running into the Forbidden forest, his shoulder slicing itself on the silver infused gate, sizzling briefly.

Zed sniffed the air, stumbling for two steps before resuming his chase.

Wyatt was stopped, his body low to the ground, a fallen moss covered tree blocking him, Zed bent down, giving his wolf a wide circle of protection, just in case.

"We have a problem, it's not just feral zombies, I'm smelling rogue wolves."

Zed chuckled and cracked his knuckles.

Addison screamed again, frantic and high.

Arooooooooooo!

Zed turned to Wyatt, "Grupah zarg?"

"Still working on my zombie tongue Zed. I know that's Willa, but I don't know why she's here." Wyatt sniffed the air, his claws shredding into the fallen tree he was hiding behind. Wyatt watched as the shadows around him began to run, outpacing them.

Zed tore off and ran with them, not caring whether it was Wyatt's sister or not. Wyatt tore after them, his concern growing by the minute. He didn't want it to come down to protecting his sister, his zombie, or his cheerleader.