I'm breaking this one out into 2 parts guys.
Chapter 12: Wolf on My Bed?
Alice's bone-chilling revelations left me feeling even more worn out than ever. The hot water from my shower didn't help clear the confusion that was swirling in my mind. How could words printed on a page just disappear in one town? Nothing seemed to match up at all.
Several moments later, I emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and ready to work on something I would rather do this break: setting up a recording session for a web show with Sonny. It was a sort of joke since neither of us liked some of the web shows out there and we agreed to try to make our own. I took a step out from my bathroom only to see (I'm not kidding you) the same russet colored wolf from my dream, lying on my bed.
My open window with the curtains blowing around indicated that the wolf came in through my window. That seemed impossible because I was on the second floor and my window had been latched closed before I left to shower. My blood ran cold as I contemplated how to get out of my room before the wolf woke up and decided to maul me to my death. I shut the window as quietly as I could and started to inch my way to the door. Only problem was, the wolf had woken up from the noise and was now sitting at the door looking up at me. But the funny thing was, the look in its eyes was not one of a determined factor of killing his prey. It was a look of a loyal, innocent dog almost. Its ears pricked up and I saw, to my horror, a pair of my panties in its mouth. Oh man…
The wolf stood up from its sitting position and pressed its paws against me. The entire heavy weight of the wolf was incredible-it completely knocked me to the floor. Just as I thought the wolf wanted to rip my face off, the hairy face of a wolf had been replaced by one familiar Native American boy's face.
My panties dangled from his lips tauntingly and my faced reddened. Oh lucky me…
"Jacob," I forced his name out through my parched throat, "You scared me back there." Jacob removed my underwear from his mouth and looked apologetically at me. He helped me to my feet and dangled my underwear from his two fingers.
"So," he slyly began, "Why are there hearts on your boyshorts?" I reached out my hand to grab them back but he held them above his head. Darn it.
"You aren't being funny at all," I angrily remarked as I tried to jump up to reach his hand, "Why were you looking though my drawers?"
"I asked you first," Jacob solemnly replied as he looked me in the eye.
"Because my aunt bought them for me and they didn't have ones without designs on them," I answered dryly as he handed them back to me. Immediately, they were tossed back into the proper drawer. "Why were you snooping through my drawers?"
Jacob smiled a little at that complete with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, your underpants can tell a lot about a person."
I put my hands on my hips and glared up at him. "Yeah but I don't go digging around in your drawers to figure out what your underwear says about you," I retorted darkly.
"You aren't an easy girl to read," Jacob confessed as he sat on my window seat, "A guy tends to investigate things to understand a girl better."
"So what do my underpants say about me?" I smartly asked him as I folded my arms across my chest.