Chapter 13: Try to Remember

I couldn't believe it. Owen was standing outside my house. He was wearing a wife beater, shorts, and some old Converse. There were so many emotions going on as unreal. Plus there were tons of unanswered questions. He just waved at me. Did he really think that I was just gonna… He gestured for me to raise the window up. I sighed a breath of irritation and opened my window.

"Can I come up?" he asked. Ooh such a gentleman.

"Who is it?" Zoey whispered behind me.

"It's just Owen. What the hell do you want?" I said.

"Okay, I deserved that."

"You sure do!" Zoey said and walked over to the window. "And a lot worst for ditching my brother. I can't believe you would be so insensitive!"

"I'll explain later. Can I please come up?" he asked again. I looked towards Zoey. She just shrugged.

"Hey it's up to you." She said. I rolled my eyes and looked down at him.

"Sure. Let me go open the door." I said.

"No! It'll wake your mom. Give me a second." He said as he looked around. I saw him run towards a tree and climb up it. "Stand back." He then catapulted into my window landing on his feet.

"That wasn't that impressive." Zoey said as she crossed her arms. I knew she was lying. It was very impressive.

"Hey uh, Zoey, I need to talk to Zane privately." Owen said.

"Uh-uh dude, so not gonna happen. I don't trust you after…"

"Look Zo, I can take care of myself. I mean, he's already here. I might as well hear what he's got to say." I said.

"Besides, someone should be texting you right about…" Zoey's phone beeped. "Now." Owen said. How the hell did he know what was about to happen. Obviously Zoey must have had the same thought, because she gave him a look of disbelief before checking her phone.

"It's Wes. He says he's outside and needs to talk to me." She said.

"Go, I'll be fine here." I said. She glared at Owen before leaving my room. I looked over at him as he slowly came towards me.

"So the past few days, huh?" he said trying to make conversation. I put my hand up to silence him. I can't believe he just up and shows at my house and expects…what?

"Please just get to the point. I'm running kind of low on sleep here." I know I sounded cold, but I was tired and sorta pissed off.

"Look, I have reasons for my weird behavior." He sighed.

"I'm sure you do." I said. "So spill." He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. He walked around me and sat on my bed.

"You don't know how difficult this is for me. I hate doing this to you." He said.

"That's it? That's your explanation?" I scoffed.

"Look it's a secret. It's something that you might already know. The problem is getting you to figure it out." He said. What kind of game is this guy playing?

"Look Owen, I'm running on empty, can we play this 'Find out my Secret' game tomorrow?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Zane this is important. My secret really isn't my secret. Well at least not mine to tell. This is something that is so iron-clad as unreal." He said. I walked over to him and got on my knees.

"I really, really don't like this. What they've done to you, I mean. It's… they changed you. And I don't like this new person you've become." I said as I held his hands. He looked up at me, his ice blue eyes staring at me. Why did they look so familiar?

"I know. I hate doing this to you too. That's why I'm here. Maybe if you can figure it out, everything will be fine." He said as he stood up. His finger brushed past my scar. I quickly removed my hands to rub them through my hair.

"Okay I'll try."

"Alright, um,, if you can just go back to the day were at the lake. I told you something." He said. I closed my eyes and tried to remember that day. It was kind of blurry, but I did make something out.

"You told me a story. Um, it was about…uh…something about an evil clan that was different." I said.

"Yeah, that's right." He said a little dejectedly. "I realize now why that is what you'll always remember." Ahh my brain was starting to hurt.

"Am I close?" I asked. He smiled and walked towards my window.

"I saw that you had the wind chimes that I gave by your window." He chuckled. I couldn't help but smile with him. It has been a while since I've seen him smile.

"Yeah, I thought it was the perfect spot. But anyway, is there anything I can do to help out?" He just shook his head.

"No sadly. This is a lifelong sentence." He scrunched up his face. I don't believe him. There had to be something that I could do.

"Well, for my birthday I got two tickets to see my father. Maybe we should go. Like get away from it all." I said. I saw something light up in his features.

"Really? I couldn't ask you to do that." He said.

"But I'd want to. Things are crazy now and I need my best friend. My sister just doesn't cut it." He threw his head back and laughed. My god, his laugh was infectious.

"I wish I could, but I can't. Running away wouldn't solve anything. It would make things a hell of a lot worse. But if I could, I would do it in a heartbeat." He said. He looked out the window one last time and pulled me into a hug. I breathed in his scent. It seemed like I had to get reacquainted with it.

"I miss you." I said. I felt him take a deep breath.

"I miss you too. And if you could just remember, it would be just like it used to be. Before… huh… just try, okay?" I pulled back and nodded my head.

"I'll do my best." I whispered and hugged him again. He let me go and went over to the window. I wonder what he was…and then he jumped. "Oh my god!" I whispered as I ran to the window. When I got there, all I saw was Owen's retreating form. I closed my window and went over to my bed. I had to remember that conversation. Not just for my sake, but for Owen's as well. He seemed really bothered by this. As I turned off my light, I drifted into a deep sleep.

Where am I? I looked around and saw that I was in the woods. I walked around for what seemed like hours. I saw Riley and ran towards him, but he just jumped a few steps back.

"Riley, I don't know what's happening. I'm scared." I said.

"Good. You should be. There are things in this world that will do that." He said as he morphed into Owen. I was just about to say something when I looked over to my left and saw us walking by the lake. I got closer as I heard bits and pieces of the conversation.

"So, um what did Pauly mean by the Stavros's aren't welcome here?"

"Oh, you managed to hear that part huh?" he said. "Well, it's kind of a secret."

"My lips are sealed."

"It's just an urban legend." Owen said.

"I like these sorts of things. Come on tell me."

"Fine, my dad says that we have some Indian in our blood. Navajo to be exact." he said. "Well, it would appear that from the legends, that we Navajos were descendants of wolves."

"Seriously, wolves?"

"Yep." he said as he picked up a stone and skipped it across the water. I was then morphed back to when I on the ground in the woods after Riley left me. I looked up and saw a big Grey wolf looming over me. And then I was being carried off by Owen's brother Roscoe. As I was getting ready to say something, the scenery changed again. I was looking into Owen's eyes when I first meet him, to looking at the… ice…blue…eyes…of the wolf in the forest the day Vince came after me and Zoey!

I woke up that morning realizing what just happened. I know the secret. Owen's a werewolf!

A/N: Ooh cliffhanger! Was it good? I thought so. More to come soon. I plan on having this story finished by next. I got 5 more chapters to go until the third installment of the Ziley Chronicles. Read and Review. It's not that hard. I need feedback. And it means a lot that people take time out of their day to read my work. Non-members can review too. So tell your friends!