MoonNight (13 page)

“What do you say we ditch?”
 
Carson asked the next morning.
 

“To where?”

“My house.”

“I don’t even have a car.”
 
I told him.

“I do.”

“Let’s go.”

We got in the car and Carson grabbed my hand before pulling out of the lot.
 

“How are you today?”
 
Carson asked me.

“Good.
 
I still don’t get why you won’t turn me.”

“That’s what humans in the past thousands of years who have encounters with us don’t understand.
 
It’s painful.
 
Unnatural.
 
You’d hate your life.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,
” I
started.
 
“I’ll hate my life if you don’t turn me.
 
Because I’ve been through a hell of a lot in the past month then I would have my whole life.
 
And you know I’ve already chosen you over everyone single other person in the
universe.
 
And you keep telling me to stop wanting the life I want but yet you can’t and won’t keep away from me.
 
And now you’re bringing me to your house?”

I took a deep breath.
 
Carson just stayed silent.
 
I thought he was going to shout at me or stop the car and tell me to walk back right now.
 
Instead he turned to me not even watching the road.
 
Then he took his hands off the wheel and brought me to him trailing a line of kisses up my neck until he reached my mouth, kneading with great ferocity.
 
Until I kissed him back.
 
Losing myself in the moment.
 
We wrapped our arms around each other.
 
Finally we pulled away breathless.

 
 
 
“You truly are amazing.”
 
Carson said through gasps of air.

 
 
 
“Well I don’t know anyone else who can drive without hands or eyes,
” I
joked.

 
 
 
He pulled in to the drive of one of the small houses.
 
It was like all the other ones with wind chimes and dream catchers.
 

 
 
 
“Come on,” he pulled me in the house.

 
 
 
The kitchen was the first room.
 
There was an old wooden table with three seats.
 
Old cabinetry lined the walls.
 
The other side was living room with a flat screen which did not seem that it belonged there. He led me up to a bedroom that must be his.
 
Pictures were taped up on the wall everywhere.
 
Mainly groups of teenage boys at many different places.
 
I recognized Carson in every single one of them.
 
There was a bed on one end, a stereo with about a hundred Cd's of all different music genres.
 

 
 
 
“Very comforting,
” I
stated.
 

 
 
 
“Oh come on.
 
You probably have a better place
than
this back home.”

 
 
 
“Yeah only because
my
dad’s a doctor and my mother’s a lawyer.”

 
 
 
“And what do you want to be?”

 
 
 
“A werewolf.”
 
I said almost on instinct.
 
Would I have green eyes if I did?
 
Would I get one of those tattoos?

 
 
 
“Leslie!
 
Please.
”

 
 
 
“You know I’ll never give up.”

 
 
 
“I won’t either.”
 
He
walked towards me stopping just inches away.
  “I’ll do anything to keep you as a human.  No one should have to live through breaking the force of nature.  It’s our mother.  We are the outcasts.”

 
 
 
“I know,
” I
whispered gently stroking his tattoo. Then I adjusted my eyes studying all the photos on the wall.

                                        
Chapter 7

He caught me looking and walked over to them.
 
“You’re probably wondering why I have all of these.
 
And I really don’t know.
 
It’s just something I do.
 
This here,
” he
pointed to a group of four boys.
 
One being him.
 
They were under a huge clock tower I recognized
immediately
.
 
It was snowing
fiercely
, yet they were all wearing short sleeves.
 
Typical werewolves.
 
“This is me and some other
wolves
, which just refers to male werewolves, I met in England.
 
I was the only one who never was attracted to Lupa.
 
Females of our own kind.
 
But when I met you... I couldn’t explain to anyone why it was a
human
.
 
This tower you probably know as Big Ben in England.
 
That was a good time.
 
I remember going over there to meet the Filtiarn.
 
It’s a
Celtic
word meaning Lord of the Werewolves.
 
England is where the wolf council lives.
 
Has lived for centuries.
  But now he has been overthrown and we have a female president.
”

 
 
 
“I don’t get it.
 
There’s just this random council in England?”

 
 
 
“No, it’s a
city.
  The one rare place humans have not discovered.  A safe haven for the vampires and the hell for all werewolves.
 
For all of the wolf council.
 
The wealthy ones.
 
Big
Ben is the entrance and exit of Roukan.
 
Yes that word means wolf council in Japanese.”

 
 
 
“Oh.”
 
I said.

 
 
 
“Yeah,” he shrugged.
 
“These are all different places I have gone to meet other wolves.
 
So what do you want do now?”

 
 
 
“How about a walk?” I suggested.

 
 
 
“Okay.”

 
 
 
The sidewalks were cracked with little morning glories sprouting from the cracks.
 
The occasional werewolf would pass just as casually as someone back home in a neighborhood.
 
Everything felt so normal besides there features that stated they were a werewolf.
 
The sun today felt good, and there weren’t many mosquitoes.
 
Right now I was trying to remember every last moment of a human until next week... I fought the urge to just blurt everything out to Carson.
 
The werewolf clan was so
cute
in my opinion.
 
 
 
An hour later Carsons cooking skills proved much better
than
mine.
 

 
 
 
Most unfortunately it came time to go back to the school.
 
Of course it was one of his usual habits to just stare at me instead of the road.
 
Dimitri and Jeremy were standing between the dorm and lodge with Regan and Loren who were holding hands.
 
Green eyes, tan skin, hauntingly gorgeous.
 
In three days I’ll be one of them
, I thought.
 
Then
me
and Carson could really be together.

 
 
 
Sunday morning I grudgingly accompanied Emi to a Baptist church for a couple hours before heading back to the dorm.
 
The rest of the day we listened to some seventies music.
 
After that we ate some microwave popcorn while watching Jersey Shore.
 
Tomorrow was the full moon.
 
Tomorrow was
the day
.
 
And I couldn’t screw it up.
 
I hadn’t seen Carson all day since he was out fishing with his parents.