Chapter 7

Annalee and Lucas both got in Lucas' silver Volvo and raced down the road. Lucas was driving fast enough that the houses and scenery whizzed passed.
"Where are we going? Why all of a sudden do you want to speak to me? What does my bite mark mean? Am I going to die?" Preston shot questions and Lucas growled in annoyance.
"Shut up," Annalee hissed and muttered something to Lucas who sped faster until he swerved into a long, dirt road.

Preston sighed and laid his head back. I guess things really don't change..Lucas continued driving down the dusty road, pebbles could be heard bouncing off of the silver car. Suddenly Preston was thrust forward when Lucas slammed on the breaks. He shot back and rubbed his sore body. Everywhere still hurt. "Oww..." Preston mumbled.
He looked up to Lucas peering at him through the rear view mirror. "Oops," he said as he got out. Annalee followed her brother.
Preston got out and slammed the door. "Careful with my beauty," Lucas said without looking back as the entered and old, run-down looking house. The windows were broken and the house appeared to have been once set on fire.
"T-this is the old Salvtrova house isn't it?" Preston gasped as Annalee and Lucas walked up the creaking wooden steps.
Preston reluctantly followed.

"Yes," Annalee whispered and entered the house. The walls were black and as Preston touched the blackened walls soot and ash was wiped onto his fingers.
"Don't touch it," Lucas snapped. His patience was growing thin with Preston.
"What? It's not my fault you guys dragged me here, you could've left me at the Grill. I was already unhappy." Preston muttered.
"Why? Did your little girlfriend leave you?" Annalee snorted.
"Yes..." Preston whispered and looked away.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Was it because of me?" Annalee asked, she knew Preston had always tried to hit on her and it peeved his girlfriend.
"No... she was cheating on me with Lawson." Preston said. "Can we please change the subject?"
"Yes, please." Lucas said as he peeked in from the other room. It appeared to be a kitchen.

Annalee frowned. She hadn't meant to hurt Preston. "Let's go."
She entered the kitchen followed by the somber looking Preston.
Lucas was sitting on the counter which looked as if it wouldn't be able to hold his wait while Annalee took a chair at the kitchen table. Preston glanced around, the kitchen looked dirty, and grimmy. Like it hadn't been used in decades.
"What do you guys want with me?" Preston finally asked after an akward moment of silence.
Lucas looked at him, his usually joking brown-black eyes, now serious. "We want to know how you got that bite mark on your neck. It was from a wolf wasn't it?"
"Why?" Preston narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Because we need to know," Annalee retorted.
Preston let out a sigh. "Yes it was a wolf."
"What was the color of it's pelt?" Lucas prompted.
"Black.. I think. It was dark, I couldn't see." Preston replied.
Annalee bit her lip and clenched her hand into a fist. Lucas began a long list of colorful words.
"What?" Preston asked and rubbed his throbbing bite mark.
"Don't you get it?" Lucas snapped. "Can't you sense it?"
"Sense what?" Preston retorted. Anger was rising within. He didn't like the secrets the Saltrova's were keeping.
It was Annalee's turn. "Haven't you noticed that your senses have grown? Does your body still hurt?"
"No, my senses haven't grown and no my body still hurts," Preston glared at the two siblings.
"Maybe he wasn't bitten by-" Annalee was cut off my Lucas.
"Yes he was. Did you take pain medicine?"
"Yeah, I could barely move this morning," Preston explained. "Why?"
"Aha! That's why you can't heal! Pain medicine does that to your system," Lucas stated.
"Isn't medicine supposed to heal you and not the opposite?" Preston questioned.
"Yeah, for normal people. Preston m'dear, you aren't normal," chuckled Lucas.
"So... what you're saying is... I'm not a human?" Preston thought for a moment. Was he finally catching on?
"Can't you sense it? Listen quietly. Do you hear that rabbit nibbling on a patch of green grass just outside of the forest line?" Annalee asked.
Preston closed his eyes and concentrated. What he was doing was crazy. He shouldn't even be trying to hear the rabbit, if there was one. He wouldn't be able to hear it.

The crunching of the crisp grass nearly startled him. It was as if his ear was right beside the rabbit's mouth. His eyes opened in shock and he got out of the chair so fast it fell from under his legs and landed with an echoing thud as it hit the old wooden floors.
"What did you do to me?" Preston demanded and backed away from the pair.
"Preston, calm down." Annalee tried to comfort him but it frightened him more.
"What did you do to me?" He asked again but louder. He backed up until his back hit the wall and the house shuddered eerily.
"Your a lycan," Lucas said, still sitting on the edge of the counter. He slid off and his feet his the floor.
"No!" Preston shook his head. "I'm not!"
"Preston!" Annalee said her eyes worried. "You need to except it. You were bitten, there's no other way to escape it. It's not a curse."
Preston made his way around the wall and into the musty livingroom. He turned to exit the house but Lucas was blocking the way. "How the-"
Lucas smirked.
Preston turned to go the other way but Annalee was in his way also. "You two... no!" Preston yelled and closed his eyes. When he opened them they weren't his regular brown eye. They were an eerie amber yellow. The same color Tyran had at the arena.
"Get away from me!" Preston yowled.
Annalee stopped. "Lucas, don't push him anymore or he's going to phase. Let him go."
Lucas was about to protest but Preston whirled around.

His breathing becoming heavy and his eyes amber-yellow and wild. Lucas stepped out of the way and Preston bounded out of the house and ran as fast as he could through the forest and towards his house.
It didn't take long before he reached the stone steps of his white house. Was it just his imagination or was he actually flying passed the trees on his way here. It should've taken him atleast a half an hour to run here and he should be out of breath but he wasn't tired at all. His bones weren't aching anymore and the bite wasn't throbbing. He felt for his back and he couldn't feel the sensitivity that bruises usually had.
Afraid he walked into his house and up to his room. He didn't realize how late it was. He climbed into his bed and pulled off the blankets. He looked out his window.

The moon was just rising and the clouds were parting. The moon was full and bright. Preston relaxed at the sight of the moon but a sudden series of pain shot through him and he screamed.
The pain raced up his arms and throughout his whole body until he felt like his viens would burst. "Somebody! Help me!" He screamed but his dad wasn't home. Probably out investigating another murder.
He gritted his teeth and thrashed in his bed. He opened his eyes and he felt something grow in his mouth. Fangs.
The pain was suddenly gone but not forever. He rested for a bit, his breath coming in shallow gasps. Another pain shot through him and his eyes closed. Darkness swept over him once again and soon he was engulfed.