Accepting the Mark

Max has just moved and she doesn't know anyone, but a group of kids in her grade seem to know her and follow her around the school. She hears howling at night, and Max swears that it's right outside her window. When school starts to get harder and Max gets more stressed, she gets more angry. She's never been a violent teen though. But when the group of kids that follow her around tell her something interesting, will she choose to accept it? Or go on living in the dark?


5. Marked

I heard howling again outside my window. I stood up and looked out only saw a large black dog run into the woods. I walked back to my bed and sat down, pulling the blanket tight around me. Then I heard something tapping on my window. I stood up again and walked towards the window. A boy dressed in all black stood at my window, tapping. I turned on the lamp that was next to my bed, the intruder stopped tapping and took off his hood. It was Zac. I recognized him immediately as his black hair fell and covered his face. I quickly opened the window and shuttered from the cold breeze.

"What the heck are you doing?" I hissed. "It's midnight," I wanted to yell at him but I didn't want to wake the Frosts up.

"I need to talk to you," Zac said as he pulled his hoodie closer. I could see his breath in the cold air.

"Well why couldn't you wait until tomorrow at school," I asked.

"Because I can't talk about it at school," he said. "Now can I come in and we can talk? It's kinda freezing out here," he said. I moved away from the window and he climbed in and shut it behind him. I sat down on my bed and grabbed my blanket again.

"Be quiet cause the Frosts are sleeping," I said. Zac looked down at me and took a deep breath, as if he dreaded what he was going to tell me.

"What I'm going to tell you, your going to think I'm crazy," he said.

"I already think that," I said as I laughed but Zac didn't think it was funny.

"I'm being serious," he said as he took another deep breath. "I'm a wolf," he said.

"What?" I asked. "Like a werewolf?" I asked.

"No, werewolves are like in horror movies. Their are werewolves though, but their a lot bigger than me and my pack," he said.

"Wait? What? Your being serious here?" I asked trying not to laugh. "There's no such thing as werewolves, and people can't just turn into wolves," I said.

"No, people cant," he said. "Special people can. Its a bloodline. It skips a generation, maybe two sometimes. But it runs in families," he said. "And you have the bloodline."

"So your saying I'm a wolf too?" I asked. This time I did start laughing. "No I'm not. I've never turned into a wolf before, and I never will," I said.

"You show all the signs of being a wolf," Zac said. "You have fast reflexes, good eyesight, and amazing hearing," he explained. "All these senses heighten before you turn," he said. "The next full moon is in two weeks, that's when you'll turn," he said.

"But I'm not a wolf," I said.

"Let me see your arm," Zac said.

I shot him a weird look and he thrust his arm forward and pulled the sleeve of his hoodie up. On the inside of his arm was a semi-circle that looked like the moon.

"Its the mark of the wolf. I have it, and my pack has it. You have it too," he said. I looked closely at the mark. It looked like a tattoo, black ink. I know I didn't have that. "You have it, it will become darker once you turn," he said.

I looked down at my right arm. Sure enough I had the mark of a moon. It didn't look like black ink though. It looked like a scar. It was so light and faint.

"Shawn said something about me being your mate," I said as I looked up. Zac's head fell back and he groaned a bit.

"I'm the leader of my pack, you've already met the pack," Zac said as he sat down next to me. "Shawn is my first mate, and he thinks he needs to control my life," he said. "But he's also my best mate," he said.

"But what did he mean?" I asked.

"Since I'm the leader, I need a mate. A female mate," he said. "That is already decided though. I'm not sure how but when we meet our mate, we know. We have no say in who it is," he said.

"And that would be me?" I asked. Zac nodded. I heard a door open down the hall. Someone was up. "You have to go," I hissed. Zac stood up and opened the window.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he said as he pulled his hood up.

"Maybe, I might play sick so I can think all this through," I said. He laughed.

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