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Silk Threads (CA - Silas & Zander)

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"W-Wha--" I swallowed the word.  Part of me wondered if Silas could read minds.

Part of me wondered if I could read minds and I'd just never noticed the entire time... But no, that was silly. Turning into a giant wolf was one thing, reading minds was entirely another.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and shrugged, "Not... really..." I admitted, "But I'm pretty sure no one was hurt. I might have destroyed part of the school library... I think. Uh.. my dresser and window.. anyways.."

I looked hard at the lines of the road, "I just remember being scared, and confused. It wasn't until the third moon I could kind of be lucid in it".

I laughed without much humor.

"Could have been worse."

We drove. And drove. And drove.

As we neared the halfway mark, I decided against it. This was supposed to be a low profile meeting, and without knowing they were sending a werewolf, I didn't anticipate our hunter to come too heavily armed. So we continued.

Finally, I came to the place, and the car engine purred into a quiet idle. It was a singular cabin. There were two vehicles outside. From here, it looked unassuming and even inviting.

"Zander," I looked over to see if he was awake.

There was a release to his words, the could have been worse - and it could have (I know it could have).  But somehow in telling a near-stranger your worst fear, and then it was over, well it felt like some terrible weight had been lifted.  IT could have been worse, but it wasn't, it hadn't been.

We stopped talking for a while. The lull of Frank Sinatra and the hum of the engine lulled me... suddenly I found my body much heavier than I remembered it.  It was a peace I hadn't felt at least since before Final's week had started... probably not since I was ten years old without a care in the world...

"Mmmph..." I heard my name called, distantly. I couldn't remember where I was, didn't care.  Vaguely I acknowledged we had stopped, but I didn't care with who or what had stopped.

"Zander," I repeated, in a louder whisper, glancing back to the cabin. "Wake up sleeping beauty," I tapped his face a few times. This kid could sleep.

I flinched, smacked what was sure was a fly, and in fact slapped my own face.

I jolted up, pressingly aware I'd just fallen asleep in a stranger's car (was he a stranger? I got in his car, but this wasn't a man with puppies in his van situation...)

"Whw-hat?  Where are we?" I looked around groggily. I glanced out the window, "Are you... cabining, or something?  y'said.... it was a work trip..."

"It is," I blinked, narrowing my eyes, "I've got some business with the nice folk inside. However," I shoved the keys in his hand, "Focus," my tone was serious,

"If I don't come back within the hour, or if anyone besides me comes out of that cabin, go ahead and drive yourself on home. Can you repeat that back to me?"

 

"Huhhh....?" I slow-blinked, sitting up straight and suddenly very awake.

"What about you?" I asked a bit stunned, "How will you get home?"

Something about this didn't sit right.  What was Jack's job again? Where had we driven? Actually, where were we?

I guess being a night-worker, this kind of questionable activity was normal. I'm pretty sure I remembered friends talking about nightshift shenanigans.

"I'll catch a ride from one of my pals here." I gestured to the other two cars.

I opened the door, letting the crisp night air in. It woke me up. I hit the lock on the inside of the door before closing it, adjusted my shirt and pants.

The gravel sounded all too loud under my feet. A shift in the air brought with it none too comforting a scent. Already I could see the distant haze of purple in the sky. Exhaling, I watched a cloud of air hover before dissipating, and approached the door carefully..

----

"They sent a werewolf," a voice, as smooth as it was heavy spoke, as two eyes like embers looked out between the blinds.

I watched him go... something buzzed beneath my skin, like the pulse of my heartbeat on caffeine. I could taste something alive in the air that night... but that was silly.  I took the keys, shifted, and decided to just close my eyes for just a moment...

There was a shift by the window and the glint of a pair of glasses catching the beam of the parked car's light.  Details of the owner were obscured through the slats of the blinds.

"Don't sound surprised," the voice mused - but it was not a deep voice, nor even a gravely one, but something by all accounts young, "It's not like you're the special one... let's just get this over with".

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