I do not own anything in this chapter except Ivory and Tommy.
Chapter 6: He's a What?
I cannot believe that I just did that. Stiles and Scott were still in shock. They looked like they wanted to believe that it wasn't true but nothing else could explain what just happened. "Well, what's gonna happen now?" Stiles said to me expectantly. Tommy was still pinning him against the tree. I gave Tommy a look, telling him to let him go. He did what I asked. I took a deep breath.
"We aren't going to hurt you," I said, trying to be persuasive. "I promise. It might seem like we're going to 'eliminate' you or something but we aren't."
My brother Tommy suddenly jerked his head the side, to where Scott and I were. My eyebrows arched. What is he thinking? I asked myself. He slowly walked towards Scott and I. "Ivory, slowly walk back," He said. What in the world was happening? I didn't doubt him once though. When Tommy sensed something and says it aloud with no evidence, he's has to be right. I did what he said to.
He looked at Scott in fear, even though he was trying to hide it. I heard him gulp before saying, "I know what you are." Scott looked as though he was ready to run away. "Wait!" Tommy said. "I've only have a couple occasions with someone like you but I can still sense it." I was still confused. "What?" I asked eagerly. Tommy gave me a look of regret of what was coming next.
"He's a werewolf."
"He's a what?" I said, my eyes wide in fear. I looked into Tommy's hazel eyes as he stared into my dark blue ones. I could tell he wasn't joking.
"No," I said, trying to convince myself it wasn't true. But it was. I was just going to have to get through this. "Werewolves are real?" I ask. "Might as well throw in some vampires too," I say sarcastically. I brushed my dark brown bangs (that were almost black) behind my ears.
"Well," I started. "Now that both our secrets are out, we are going to have to keep them secrets." Scott nodded as soon as I said so. This couldn't get out. Even though only half of my secret was out, I wasn't going to spill everything. Tommy said seriously, "If you don't tell my secret, I won't tell yours." He stuck out your hand to Scott and looked at him expectantly. They shook hands.
Scott didn't look like a killer. I sensed that he was new. Our family is known for our strong sense of sight.
"We'll talk. Later," I said. While taking a few steps back to our house. Trying not to be too mysterious and sinister. I waved them goodbye.
I really hoped I didn't mess this up.
