Howls of Chaos. Gabrielle Boyd

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СКАЧАТЬ students toward the back of the class busted out laughing. “Who are you supposed to be, Pocahontas?” said one girl. A few members of the class began to laugh.

      “No,” I said staring right at the girl and giving her a not-so-nice look, but catching myself before I smarted back off to her.

      I continued to introduce myself. “My boyfriend and I moved here from California a few weeks ago, and I am a nursing major.”

      “Does your boyfriend go to school here too?” asked Mr. Slapson.

      “No, he’s the new lawyer in town. Plus, we opened up the new coffee shop downtown,” I said. I quickly sat down, and the next person stood up and introduced himself.

      After everyone finished introducing themselves, Mr. Slapson dismissed the class. Everyone jumped up and rushed out of the room.

      I had two more classes that day, and Mallory was in both of them. Mallory’s personality was the total opposite of how she looked. You would expect her to be stuck-up and snobby since she was so pretty. She was actually very nice and seemed quite outgoing. Plus, she was kind of a nerd. She told me that she was even valedictorian in high school.

      To me, Mallory was just a beauty and she smelled good. If I were still primitive like when I was first turned werewolf, I probably would have eaten her up. Any other werewolf would have eaten her for lunch as well.

      After finishing with all of our classes, Mallory asked me if I wanted to go and get some lunch. “Sure,” I said. Instead of eating in the cafeteria, we decided to go out for fast food. Mallory drove a brand-new blue Mustang.

      “Nice ride,” I said.

      “Thanks! My dad got this for me when I graduated,” said Mallory when we walked over toward her vehicle. Along the way we chatted about all types of stuff. We seemed to have a lot in common. Mallory’s voice was so sweet and southern; it reminded me of a little hick-town girl, especially when she said certain words such as “like,” “right,” “fight,” “gonna,” and “that.”

      After lunch we exchanged numbers. She took me back to my car, and I drove over to visit Carlos at the office. I walked into his office and went to the back room where he was working.

      “Well hey, sweetness. How were your classes?” asked Carlos as soon as I walked into the room.

      “They were cool. I met a lot of humans and made a couple friends,” I replied. “By the way, how did you become so popular in such a short period of time?” I asked.

      “Ha. Since I became the sexiest businessman, lawyer, and undercover werewolf in this area,” said Carlos with a cocky smile on his face.

      “I just got tired of people all up in my space talking about how sexy you are and crap,” I said.

      “Well I am, aren’t I? Don’t you think I’m sexy?” said Carlos in a sexy voice, while looking out his office window.

      “Yeah, whatever. So, were you busy today? Did you get a bunch of clients?” I asked while putting on some lip gloss and sitting on top of Carlos’s desk.

      “Yeah, I had quite a few,” he said.

      “Were they mostly women?” I asked.

      Carlos looked at me then and sternly replied, “Actually, yes.”

      “Well, why didn’t you invite them over like you used to? You know, lure them over, please them, then eat them,” I said very seriously. Then I began to laugh.

      Carlos turned around and yelled “What the! What’s wrong with you today? You came from school actin’ like a —” He stopped.

      “Like a what? I’m not a female dog; I’m a wolf,” I said, laughing at Carlos because I knew exactly what he was about to say.

      “Same thing,” said Carlos, who was sort of upset now.

      For some reason, it is just so hilarious to me to make Carlos mad. He has such a quick temper, though not as bad as mine or most werewolves. Carlos tends to get mad over little things. There were times when people would cross him or upset him, and he would just eat them. I would sometimes do the same, but that’s only if they pushed my buttons too far. It used to be that I could not help it, especially when I first turned; we have these weird impulses that rush through our veins that cause us to do bad things sometimes. Plus, all you want is blood and fresh meat.

      I remember the times when we lived in large- and medium-sized packs. We left the big pack back in the early 1930s, mainly because they wanted to hunt, attack, and feed on humans by choice. Others wanted to try and prevent the old habits of harming humans unless they just accidentally got in our way. After that, the pack split into good and bad leadership amongst the werewolf society.

      Leaders in the werewolf society are certain alpha males that run each of our packs. It’s rare to find a pack that is all female, but there are still some that exist. They usually have to be careful or are forced to have a male join their pack if revealed. There are some werewolves who live alone, and just like regular wolves, they will find a mate and start a clan of their own.

      Carlos was once one of the top alpha males in our society. Even since he retired from being leader over the fourth pack, he is still well known, respected, and well liked among the werewolf society. He still helps and uses his law skills when he is needed. The new leader that took Carlos’s position in the fourth pack is a werewolf named Zorrin. He is one of the most hostile alpha males in our society. Carlos and Zorrin knew each other when they were mortal. Not only did they know each other, they were good friends.

      Zorrin was a member of the fourth pack when Carlos was the leader, but when they divided, he chose to go with the primitive ones who did not want to change their ways to eating deer and cattle. Now Carlos and Zorrin don’t really get along, yet they tolerate each other. Besides the pack splitting, there are other reasons why they aren’t quite on the same page.

      The main reason is because of a female werewolf named Taquah, whom I cannot stand. Carlos and Taquah have a son together. Taquah was a member of the pack for a while. When we left the fourth pack, she and a few other werewolves came with us. She got pregnant by Carlos and just left a couple years ago. Now she is married to Zorrin.

      Carlos’s son is named Rafael. We call him Rafy for short. Rafy is five years old, and he lives in California with Taquah and Zorrin. He looks just like Carlos, except much younger. He acts just like him too. Carlos and Taquah share joint custody of Rafy. I was surprised when the judge did not grant Carlos and me full custody of Rafy, especially because Carlos is a big-shot lawyer.

      Since Taquah has been married to Zorrin, we haven’t seen Rafy. Taquah says everything is fine, but I don’t think it is. From what we’ve heard, we are pretty sure that Zorrin does not mistreat Rafy; he’s just doing this to upset Carlos and me.

      Anyway, I told Carlos about the people I had met in town that day including Mr. Yates’s kids and about Mallory and me going out for lunch.

      “Yeah, she’s a nice girl,” Carlos said. “I can’t believe you jumped in the car with her that quickly; you must have sensed her.”

      “Yeah, she and I were on the same page, except that she’s a human. I did not suspect anything. She was harmless,” I said.

      “Mr. Yates must have told her about you,” СКАЧАТЬ