As Freddie's struggles with his new body become more and more apparent, Dylan intervenes and puts himself in huge danger. Lily finds herself attracted to Oli, the new guy in her class, but among her own problems, Yasmin realises there may be more than meets the eye with him.
When Freddie goes missing, Dylan and Jono look for clues that could find out who abducted him. Freddie finds out that it's a familiar face, and not a pleasant one either. Meanwhile, Yasmin and Lily confront Drew about his large pile of secrets.
1: Insomnia Written by MarthaJonesFan
Tossing and turning like mad, getting a good night’s sleep felt like a long-forgotten concept to Freddie. Although he was getting to grips with his new normal, he hadn’t had a decent sleep since Josh had bitten him. Almost three months had passed since then, and yet he couldn’t shake Josh out of his head. His mind simply wouldn’t switch off. He looked over at the clock – 3:38am. He had been lying awake in that bed for over three hours. Much like every single night. He was being driven slowly crazy.
Freddie’s ears identified the unmistakable sound of the loose floorboard just outside his bedroom. Someone was there. The door was shut, he couldn’t see who. What if Josh was back? They still hadn’t heard from the rest of his pack either. Perhaps they had all come for him. He needed to arm himself. Freddie picked up the baseball bat he kept in the wardrobe. He thought it wise to invest in one in case Josh came back to attack. He inched towards the door. His pulse was faster than ever; he was terrified. He cupped his hand around the door handle, and rapidly slammed it down, flinging the door open. He primed himself ready for attack straight away, holding the bat high above his head, just one thought away from thwacking it down. However, to his own horror, he saw George stood in front of him. His older, more conventionally attractive brother who was his legal carer.
“What the heck Freddie?” he yelled, putting his hands out in front of him to shield the potential whack. Freddie’s heart sank. Now he had screwed up.
The moment of truth had arrived, and Dylan was experiencing an odd mixture of excitement and nerves. Jono was printing the first edition of the new school paper. They had dedicated just about every spare moment they had over the last two months to making the first issue perfect. Every inch had seen a huge amount of care and attention from both Dylan and Jono, from the articles themselves to the presentation and layout. This moment had been a long time coming, as the paper had seen a strangely slow start. Despite the enthusiasm of both boys, they were buried under the pressure of mock exams halfway through the school year. Much to Dylan’s annoyance, his mum kept tabs on his revision. On the bright side, study sessions with Jono were the perfect excuse to kill two birds with one stone. They always ended the same way, too.
“Et voila” Jono announced, passing Dylan the first finished copy. Wow. This was the product of their hard work. It was a pure stunner. He felt like a proud father.
“You like it?” Jono questioned.
“I love it” Dylan responded, awestruck.
“You’ve been staring at it on the computer for weeks, it’s not that exciting” Jono laughed.
“I don’t know, I’ve never worked on anything like this before. Everything we’ve done has led to this. We did it” Dylan gushed.
“Our first of many” Jono grinned. Dylan could tell he was loving this just as much as he was, even if he was hiding it. He skimmed his eyes down to Yasmin’s guest article. She wasn’t a journalist, but Dylan figured everyone deserved some of her study skills. She was a boss at studying and spoke much less clinically than most of the teachers. However, he noticed something strange at the bottom of her piece. He must have missed it before.
“Did you do this?” Dylan asked Jono, passing the sheet back to him.
“No, I just copy and pasted it from Yasmin’s email” Jono was just as alarmed as he read it. The final sentence of the article said “They are here. Take cover.” It made no sense within the context of the rest of the article. Yasmin had actually been her usual self for the past few months. No unusual eye colour, no trance-like states, and when she gave herself a papercut the other week, her blood was red. This was the first hint at anything dodgy in a while.
“We better go ask her” Dylan decided.
“Note to self, do a better editing job” Jono jested.
“You’re still reading that?” Yasmin questioned to Lily as she sat down at their bench outside. Lily had the Bestiary book in her hands and looked to be engrossed.
“I’m determined to finish it, I’m not giving up on you” Lily was adamant.
“I’ve been fine for months, maybe it was temporary” Yasmin suggested. She wasn’t believing the words she was saying, but she liked a little wishful thinking now and then. On one occasion she had to get it right.
“I wouldn’t be so sure” Jono interrupted. Yasmin watched as Lily quickly shoved the book back into her bag when Jono and Dylan arrived. She hated keeping it a secret from them both.
“Huh?” Yasmin responded. It sounded like he knew something she didn’t. She hated that.
“We were just printing your article, look at this” Dylan handed her the first-printed copy. Yasmin keenly read it, hoping she could call them out for being silly and no more would be said. Then she saw it. The final sentence of her article.
“Dylan if this is some sort of practical joke” Yasmin wasn’t convinced he was being serious.
“It’s not, cross my heart. So, you don’t remember writing it?” Dylan questioned.
“No” it broke Yasmin’s heart to admit that. She thought, and hoped, she had been fine for months. Looks like it was just dormant, whatever it was.
“Alright, what does it mean?” Lily questioned.
“The last time you said something like that, it was spot on” Jono recalled, “We need to be on red alert.”
“So what do we do?” Lily continued.
“Nothing” Dylan decided, “We can’t do anything except keep our eyes peeled. I think you were trying to warn us, Yasmin.” Sure, that was a cool skill, but somehow it didn’t put Yasmin at ease. As Dylan said that, Freddie joined them at the bench. Blimey. Yasmin had never seen such huge bags under someone’s eyes. He looked like a zombie.
“Don’t take this the wrong way” Lily skipped the greetings, “But you look awful.” You could always rely on Lily to be blunt.
“Is everything alright, dude?” Jono questioned.
“Yeah, I just didn’t sleep very well” Freddie slurred. Yasmin didn’t believe him – he was twirling his hair and avoiding eye contact. Maybe she could get through to him later. It would take her mind off her own problems at least.
Dylan thought to keep a close eye on Freddie throughout the day. Understandably, he hadn’t been himself for a little while. Dylan knew that losing the friend he had in Josh could not have been easy. He could also say from experience that adapting to becoming a werewolf was tough too. Freddie had gone through two full moons and neither had gone very smoothly. The upcoming one certainly had Dylan worried. Freddie had been half asleep throughout maths – Dylan could hardly blame him considering the subject matter, but that was beside the point. Afterwards, Dylan ensured he walked alongside Freddie to next class.
“What’s going on, dude?” Dylan cut to the chase.
“Huh?” Freddie replied, playing dumb. Dylan was the expert in that. You can’t kid a kidder.
“Don’t fob me off, I’m trying to do you a favour” Dylan scolded. Freddie glanced at him. Dylan wasn’t taking any shit, and Freddie could recognise that.
“Let’s talk in private” Freddie decided, slowing down outside the boys’ toilets. He dived in, followed by Dylan. Quite frankly, this was much more pressing than whatever they were supposed to be learning in history that lesson.
Glancing around her English class, Lily was surprised by a few new faces. It was unusual for new students to arrive with no prior announcement, although perhaps they were in a different form to her. Nevertheless, there they were, sat in a line at the back of the classroom. Two girls – one with her black afro hair carefully styled in a bun, while the other had her long, silky blonde hair flowing down her back. Not a single hair was out of place, and Lily couldn’t lie – she was envious. The third was a guy, very good-looking and just Lily’s type. His current on-trend haircut of shaved sides and a quiff on top looked immaculate.
“Who the hell are they?” Lily whispered to George, sat next to her.
“New kids, they were in my form this morning. None of them have said a word to anyone yet” George informed. Lily looked around again. They all glared her way, none looking especially approachable.
“Hey” George continued, “Have you seen Freddie this morning? I know Jono’s friends with him.”
“Yeah, why?” Lily tired playing dumb. She was an expert at acting, if she did say so herself.
“He’s been acting weirdly at home. I know things have been hard since mom died, but this is a recent thing” George explained.
“What’s he done?” Lily listened intently. Any information she could get would be useful, particularly with the extra knowledge she and Jono had.
“He’s barely talked to me, which is really unlike him. He’s not slept well for months, and last night, he almost attacked me with a baseball bat. I think he thought I was a burglar” George recalled.
Or Josh, Lily thought.
“I could get Jono to have a word if you want?” Lily smiled kindly.
“I mean, if that would work, it would be amazing. Thank you” Josh smiled back. He looked defeated behind the smile. Lily was glad to help – she was concerned too after his behaviour that morning. Besides, it didn’t take a genius to know that speaking to a therapist would be a terrible move for someone with such a huge secret. She had to get to the bottom of it.
The bathroom was empty, much to Dylan’s relief. It was usually quiet during lesson time anyway but he thought it wise to double check the cubicles. He couldn’t take any chances. Freddie leaned against the row of sinks, looking at himself in the mirror. Dylan knew that look. The rage, the fury and the desperation. It reminded him of himself, back when he was first bitten. Freddie had no idea who he was anymore.
“This stupid bite has ruined my life” Freddie vented, “I was happy before. I had friends who actually wanted to hang out with me rather than babysit me. I was just about happy at home again. He took that from me.” Freddie’s eyes glowed a vicious yellow as Freddie lost his grip over the wolf again. It was an alarming sight for Dylan. As he had learned over the past few months, Freddie was a nightmare when he had shifted. He seemed to struggle with the concept of an anchor, which was the only thing that helped Dylan out. Freddie looked around to Dylan and lunged for him. Dylan immediately ran into the cubicle adjacent and slammed the door. He didn’t want to fight Freddie. He had tried before and it got neither of them anywhere. Maybe waiting it out would be better. Immediately, Freddie began bashing on the door. Dylan leaned against it as a barricade – the lock would only last so long, it needed all the support it could get. The bashing continued for a few minutes, Dylan was too preoccupied to be keeping a look on the clock to know specifically. Freddie scratched against the door too, the horrible screeching sound of the nails against the surface sending shivers down Dylan’s spine. The lock was definitely going to give way, even with Dylan’s applied force. He had to think of something, and quickly. Much to Dylan’s surprise, the noises then stopped. Silence in the room. That somehow sounded even worse to Dylan – what was Freddie doing? The unknown was scarier. He tried looking under the door, but no sign. He hadn’t heard the door go. Then it dawned on him. If he wasn’t on the floor, yet still in the room, he could only have gone in one direction. Up. He cautiously peeped upwards, and sur enough, Freddie was peering over the top of the cubicle, hauling himself up with his added strength. Now Dylan really was cornered. He was preparing to make a run for it out of the door, but the lock was unreliable after being rattled about so much. He braced himself, still staring Freddie in the eye. All of a sudden, Freddie tumbled backwards off the ledge, as if he had been pulled back. He fell to the floor with a thud, and then silence once again, until…
“Oh, my back” he heard Freddie complain. Back to normal. Dylan fiddled with the lock, shoving it open and checking behind the door. There was Freddie, lying on the floor as usual, with Drew stood over him.
“Pain makes you human” Drew simply stated.
Confused, Jono was wondering where Dylan and Freddie were at. They were in maths just now, but on the way to history, they seemed to get lost. For some reason, that felt like more of a bad thing. He turned around and glanced at Yasmin behind him. She shared the same worried facial expression. She was just as concerned as he was.
“Excuse me, miss” Yasmin called out.
“Yes, Miss Forsyth?” Ms. Kennedy replied, disrupting the silence of the lesson. Ms. Kennedy was one of those teachers who didn’t insist on silence in her lessons, but people respected her too much to cause any disruption.
“Could I use the little girl’s room please?” Yasmin sweetly asked. She was basically Ms. Kennedy’s favourite. Studious but not snooty. A teacher’s dream.
“Sure” Ms. Kennedy sweetly replied. Jono was amazed at how Yasmin did it. It was only a week ago that Ms. Kennedy denied him the same request.
“Miss, I need to go as well” Jono butted in, not as smoothly as he wanted.
“Where, to the little girl’s room? I’m learning new things about you every day Mr. Chadwick” Ms. Kennedy teased. Jono knew she was bantering, but he still blushed, “Is it urgent?” Jono nodded.
“Alright, but no messing around in the bathroom. I know what you teenagers are like” Ms. Kennedy joked. Ah, gotta love the heteronormative society. Jono’s pet peeve. He didn’t argue anyway, even though his and Dylan’s relationship was hardly a secret amongst their classmates. He had to catch up to Yasmin instead.
“She let you out?” Yasmin looked shocked when she noticed Jono behind her.
“Not without a little humiliation first” Jono replied, trying to act casual, “Ms. Kennedy not being sexist for a change.”
“She’s not sexist, you just don’t do her homework” Yasmin called him out. He couldn’t deny it. It was the god’s honest truth.
“Where are we going?” Jono queried.
“Boys’ toilets” Yasmin confidently replied. It was unusually confident, considering she seemed just as much in the dark as he was.
“For sure? You sound like you know” Jono was intrigued.
“No, it was just a guess” Yasmin replied sheepishly, trying to shrug him off. She looked away from Jono. Before he could ask anything else, the toilet door burst open as Drew and Dylan assisted Freddie out.
“Find an empty classroom” Drew commanded.
Clearing the front desk of Mrs. Johnson’s empty lab, Dylan led the way and assisted Freddie onto the table. He looked shattered, more so than before. Jono helped rest his head on the desk, carefully supporting it as Dylan let go of his arm. Freddie’s eyes were almost shut, drifting off to sleep that was much needed going by the bags under his eyes.
on?” Mrs. Johnson burst in, wondering about the state of her classroom.
“We need your help” Drew led the way, “Freddie. He’s out of control.”
“He looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks” Yasmin added.
“Alright, let me have a look” Mrs. Johnson held the floor, as the others cleared out of the way for her to reach Freddie. Dylan backed off next to Jono, who looked absolutely horrified. It was understandable really. It wasn’t that long ago that he lost the friend he thought he had in Josh. He couldn’t lose another. Dylan knew it would break him. He reached out his pinky finger and linked it with Jono’s, hoping to reassure him. Dylan always felt calmer in Jono’s presence, so he hoped it would work both ways. Jono gazed lovingly at him and smiled, before wrapping his entire hand around Dylan’s. That was the confirmation he needed.
“He is suffering from a severe case of insomnia, we need to get him out of here and to somewhere that he can have a proper rest” Mrs. Johnson suggested.
“I can drive him home” Drew offered.
“No, he hasn’t slept at home in months. I’ve got a better idea” Jono suggested. Dylan was all-ears. He really hoped this would be at least part of the problem solved for Freddie.
“Time to pair up” Mr. Marshall commanded. George immediately turned to Lily – they always worked together, it went without question. Today though, Lily wanted to investigate someone else. Not even George’s puppy dog eyes could persuade her otherwise. She quickly pounced over to the new boy.
“Hey” she smiled, trying to appear as friendly as possible. He glared back, as if she were speaking a foreign language. Maybe he was foreign.
“We have to work in twos. I figured you would need a partner” Lily continued.
“I’m with my friends” he replied, speaking clearly in an American accent. Not foreign. Just rude.
“There are three of you. We need pairs” Lily reiterated, “So, what’s your name?” She sat next to him defiantly, and he sighed.
“Oli” he answered. He couldn’t have sounded like he wanted to be there any less.
“Nice to meet you” Lily kept up the nice act. She was supposed to be the social bee of the class after all, “I’m Lily.”
“Lily Chadwick?” he identified. Lily was taken aback. It was as if she were famous.
“Yeah, you know me?” she probed.
“I’ve err, heard about your parties” Oli explained. Now she really was flattered. Maybe it was time to organise another and invite the incredibly fit Oli. However, Lily wasn’t stupid. It was obvious he was trying to make a good impression, and perhaps trying a bit too hard.
“Flattery gets you nowhere” Lily flirted back. She could entertain him for a bit, it surely wouldn’t hurt. He smiled at her – the first time he had broken the stern expression all day. The Chadwick charm was still going strong.
Heaving Freddie up into the treehouse, Dylan was using all of his strength. This was a rare occasion where he felt grateful for being a werewolf – the added strength certainly helped. That was one positive of being part of a pack too – everyone physically made each other stronger, even without an alpha. He hauled Freddie up the final step, with Jono pushing him up from below. They were the only two who had gone with Freddie – Dylan didn’t want overcrowding, and he certainly hoped to avoid Drew sticking his ore in. Freddie was in a light sleep now, he woke up every few minutes but quickly drifted back off now. His eyes were just too heavy to resist sleep. Perhaps the change in location was a help after all; a break from the same boring four walls of Freddie’s bedroom can’t have been a bad thing. Jono carefully pulled the blanket over him and gently pushed one of the beanbags under his head, manoeuvring around his golden locks. He sighed, despairing over his best friend.
“He will be alright” the ever-optimistic Dylan reassured.
“Will he though? I mean, you coped pretty well with the bite, but Freddie’s a shadow of what he used to be” Jono vented.
“Things can’t stay bad forever” Dylan comforted.
“But it seems to be one problem after another” Jono feared, “Is this the way it’s gonna be? A few months of peace before more chaos?”
“I’m sorry” Dylan apologised. He couldn’t help feeling responsible. If it wasn’t for him, none of these problems would exist.
“It’s not your fault, don’t ever think that” Jono insisted, “If you weren’t bitten, it would have been someone else. Josh wasn’t going to be stopped, if it wasn’t you, it would’ve been some other poor kid.” This wasn’t the first time Jono had told Dylan that, and he still didn’t believe it. He just couldn’t stop thinking that he was the problem all along.
“Someone else’s life would be fucked up” Dylan sighed.
“Probably me instead of you. Thanks for the favour” Jono grinned. Dylan conceded. Jono wasn’t going to let him feel like shit. Maybe he should just accept the compliment. He pulled Jono in for a hug.
“What’s this for?” Jono smiled.
“For being there for me. I don’t deserve you” Dylan confided. He knew he would forever cherish moments like that. Hopefully Freddie would be just as comfortable in someone’s arms one day.
On her way out of the biology lab, Yasmin was the last one to leave. Drew walked out as soon as Jono and Dylan assisted Freddie out, so she was left to help clear up the mess. She didn’t say a word to Mrs. Johnson, too unsure of what to say. Once the room was tidy, she had to head back to history. Ms. Kennedy must have been wondering where she was.
“Yasmin” Mrs. Johnson called out after her. She turned around, expecting her to complain about her mock exam grade or something. Maybe she hadn’t reached her target. It was hard to always maintain an A-grade standard.
“Have I failed? I’m sorry, I’ve had a lot going on, I’ve had to help Dylan and there’s all of this and…” Yasmin started ranting and couldn’t stop.
“It’s not about your exam, it’s about you. I wanted to see how you are” Mrs. Johnson interrupted, displaying a rare act of kindness.
“Yeah, I’m good” Yasmin lied. She knew she had been anything but good that day, but she didn’t want to discuss it.
“And really?” Mrs. Johnson caught her lie.
“Not so good” Yasmin sighed, giving in, “I keep hearing stuff, telling me information that proves correct. I don’t know how I know it, it’s like something has whispered it into my mind and I remember it.”
“I wish I knew more. I’ve seen many creatures in my time, but none like you” Mrs. Johnson apologised, although the use of the word “creatures” unsettled Yasmin.
“It’s alright. Lily’s reading this Bestiary book, it’s huge but that might help” Yasmin revealed, before realising she may have said too much.
Me and my big mouth, she thought.
“Did you say ‘Bestiary’?” Mrs. Johnson picked up on.
“Yeah, it’s this book with information on all sorts of stuff. More than just werewolves” Yasmin explained.
“I know what it is. I haven’t seen a copy in years, they’re typically created by…” Mrs. Johnson trailed off, as if she were struggling to even say the word.
“By who?” Yasmin impatiently queried.
“Hunters” Mrs. Johnson forced out with a sense of dread in her words, “They made the Bestiary and copies were passed around. You’d better hope you’re not in that book Yasmin, because if they ever come back, they’ll know what they’re looking for.” That sent a chill down Yasmin’s spine. She had to read the book. She needed to be prepared just in case.
Walking back to the boys’ toilets, Drew decided to examine the level of damage. He was well aware that new werewolves meant a greater risk of exposure, but he had to do everything he could to cover up the damage. The bathroom was an absolute state though. The cubicle door was just about on its hinges, with the lock hanging off and the door itself covered top to bottom in scratch marks. There was no way any human could have done that. He looked at the floor and saw a couple of specs of black blood. Unmistakably the blood of a werewolf. However, despite his thud to the floor, Drew was quite confident that Freddie’s skin was never broken. His clothes had no blood and he’d certainly have smelt it. He took a sniff of the blood on the floor, just to be sure. It was definitely someone new. A new werewolf. They were here in Crystalshaw, and conveniently in the same place he, Dylan and Freddie had been. He had to find out who they were.
“What are you doing back here?” Yasmin made Drew jump as she peered her head around the bathroom door.
“I could ask you the same, this is the boys’ bathroom” Drew bluntly replied. Yasmin looked at the door, spotting the sign that clearly said “boys” in bold letters. She looked disorientated and slightly horrified in herself. It was like she had forgotten herself momentarily.
“I…I don’t know why I’m here” Yasmin confessed. She sounded broken.
“You just felt an impulse, didn’t you? Like your body knew it had to come here” Drew identified.
“That’s exactly it. Do you know what I am?” Yasmin replied.
“I’ve seen something similar” Drew admitted, “Not the same as you though.”
“What was it?” Yasmin seemed desperate to know. However, despite his own extensive experience, Dylan seemed to be running all-things werewolf in Crystalshaw. He didn’t want to undermine him after he proved himself against an alpha.
“We need to find Dylan” he told Yasmin decisively.
“This doesn’t concern him” Yasmin fired back. She had a point; it was her life that was being turned upside down, “Please, any indicator would help.” Drew sighed. On her head, be it.
“I met a girl once, many years ago, called Meredith. She was something called a banshee, you’ve probably heard of one before. They have the most ear-piercing screams, but also, they can hear voices. Generally, they turn up in front of dead bodies. You’re not a banshee though, I’m certain” Drew detailed.
“How long have you known this?” Yasmin seemed more irritated than grateful at his knowledge.
“I only just connected the dots” Drew firmly stated. He didn’t want any arguments, “Look, let me take you to the bunker. I have something there that might help us.”
“The Bestiary?” Yasmin identified. Drew was stunned. How the heck did she know about that?
“Now it’s alright for you all to rummage through my personal items, is it? Where the heck is it?” Drew furiously asked. He couldn’t believe her temerity.
“Lily has it. She’s reading it now to help me, I swear that’s all. We’re the only two who know about it” Yasmin defended.
“You don’t understand. It’s not mine either, I stole it from a hunter. If they saw it, it would expose all of us. Anyone around us could be a hunter” Drew justified his rage. Stupid newbies. He forgot how thoughtless they were. Yasmin looked startled as she realised the impact she may have had. Too right.
Re-joining the bench at lunch time, Dylan and Jono had opted to leave Freddie on his own. He was totally safe up in the treehouse. Jono’s house was surrounded by a wall, and the only way in was through a set of gates operated by a fob. Guests without a fob had to buzz in and speak to whoever was at home. Dylan was excited when he got promoted from a buzz-in guest, to a fob owner the previous month. Jono gifted him a keyring with a fob and a front-door key attached. It was the sweetest surprise. It also meant he had to seek out the nearest locksmith to return the favour. He would have felt too bad otherwise.
“Is he alright?” Yasmin asked after Freddie. She was the only one at the bench at the time they arrived.
“He’s asleep. I hate that he’s alone” Jono worried even with the high security of his house and treehouse. That was just Jono though – forever worrying about others. It was one of his cutest qualities.
“He’ll be just fine. We put Jono’s webcam in front of him so we can check-up on our phones” Dylan explained, “Look.” He shoved his phone out to Yasmin, which displayed a peaceful Freddie, sound asleep.
“It’s borderline creepy but if it puts your mind at ease, knock yourselves out” Yasmin remarked.
“Hey guys” Lily greeted almost in song, joining them at the table and sitting next to Yasmin.
“You’re unusually chirpy” Jono noticed. He was on the money – Lily seemed much more radiant than usual. Dylan had never thought of himself as particularly observant, so if he picked up on this, it was definitely notable.
“I am?” Lily coyly batted them away.
“Oh, she’s got a new love interest. I know that look anywhere” Jono teased.
“You didn’t have to tell everyone!” she playfully scolded, gently and playfully whacking her brother on the arm while Jono laughed uncontrollably. Jono was an expert when it came to teasing Lily, and he could get away with it too. Dylan guessed no-one else was that lucky.
“Who’s the lucky fella then?” Dylan nosily queried.
“He’s over there” Lily pointed behind Dylan and Jono. There he was – pretty good looking to Dylan’s eyes, if not entirely his type, “His name’s Oli. It’s his first day. He and his friends Clara and Shania just started.”
“Wait, three new kids?” Yasmin connected the dots. She stared towards them and Dylan immediately thought to keep an eye on her.
“What’s up?” Dylan queried, concerned. Her face looked like it had been drained of emotion. Like it had been before, when she wasn’t acting like herself.
“That’s them. They’re here” she stated coldly. Dylan felt sick as his stomach twisted itself into knots. He stared back at Oli, Clara and Shania. All three of them stared back and made eye contact with him. They had sussed each other out. They were Josh’s pack and Dylan had never felt more terrified. He was too preoccupied to be watching the livestream of Freddie on his phone too. Too busy to notice that Freddie was missing from the shot.
2: Abscond Written by MarthaJonesFan
Dreading the night ahead, Freddie had heard a lot about full moons. All kinds of myths and legends. The amount of werewolf television shows and films he had binged on Netflix over the years was mad. He had even heard about Dylan’s first full moon just the month before, and how he stupidly risked Jono’s family’s lives even by being around them. Now, it was his turn. Dylan and Jono were both with him in Drew’s bunker. He didn’t want Drew anywhere near him after hearing Dylan’s story. Pain may make you human, but that headset with nails digging into the skill sounded like a new level of unpleasant. He trusted Dylan’s approach more, although he had no idea what to expect that night. Dylan and Jono faced him, with the former holding a pair of handcuffs and the latter clasping some chains. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on. He got into position against the wall, laying down a couple of cushions he had brought. Dylan advised him to make himself comfortable and make the night as pleasant as possible. It didn’t stop him stressing though. The chains were tough, and the handcuffs did their job properly, but he was terrified of himself. What would he become? Despite his worries though, Freddie’s night actually went without hitch. He was almost bored, even. It was approaching midnight. Dylan and Jono were sat at the other end of the room, keeping their distance and sensibly staying near the exit. Freddie felt himself changing. He couldn’t quite describe it, it was like nothing he had experienced before, but it was like the wolf inside was breaking out of its holding cell and shoving the human Freddie inside instead. Dylan had harped on about anchors, but who did Freddie have? His best friend turned out to be a murderer and he could hardly look George in the eye when he was keeping this huge damn secret. By midnight, Freddie had gone and the wolf reigned supreme. The strong chains snapped like a ruler, and the handcuffs may as well have been made of string. Dylan and Jono scarpered out of the room, but that didn’t stop wolf Freddie attempting to break the door down. It was metallic and heavy, and a werewolf had no chance of getting through a door lined with mountain ash regardless, but it lacked logic. The lasting damage on Freddie was a far more pressing issue than anything physical though. He could easily have hurt someone without that metallic door. He hated that he was capable of something like that, and he had no way to stop it.
Unable to shake
Oli, Shania and Clara from his mind, Dylan’s walk home was much less calm than
usual. He found walking very therapeutic normally, especially with one earphone
in, listening to the playlist Jono religiously updated for him each Friday.
Seriously, that guy has a seriously good taste in music. His favourite
discoveries that week were “Hooked” by Why Don’t We and “Almost Love” by
Sabrina Carpenter – two brilliantly catchy pop tracks to Dylan’s ears. Their
beats set a solid walking pace too, and the five members of Why Don’t We were
all such good lookers. However, they didn’t do too good a job at clearing his
mind that afternoon. What did Josh’s pack want? He was sure to find out before
long, but he wasn’t sure whether to approach them first or wait for them to
make the first move. Both options had their pros and cons. Dylan decided there
was no use worrying now though. It was unlikely they would approach him before
school the next day, so all he had to do was enjoy what he called his “mom
time.” Caroline would be waiting for him as always when he got home, with a cup
of tea and a packet of ready salted crisps. The scent of the tea graced his
nostrils as soon as he opened the front door. His house just permanently smelt
of tea actually. Dylan assumed his natural smell must be of tea as a result.
“Hi honey, your mug is on the table, I’ll be there soon” Caroline called out from the kitchen.
“Hi mom, thanks” Dylan called back. He never lost his manners when speaking to his mum. He collapsed down on the sofa, thrilled to finally be resting his legs. The TV was already on, with some strange-looking reality show playing. He never admitted it, but he totally enjoyed those trashy reality shows. He couldn’t ruin the tiny amount of street cred that he had left. He took a sip of tea; just the right temperature. Nice and strong too – he hated milky tea. This was the life, and Dylan wished he had more moments to spend like this with his mum. Caroline walked in with a pack of biscuits. Rich teas, perfect for dunking in tea.
“Change the channel if you like” Caroline allowed, sitting herself next to Dylan. She gave him personal space but wasn’t out of cuddling distance.
“It’s alright, I don’t mind” Dylan was engrossed, but as an expert at not showing it.
“No Jono today?” Caroline noted.
“He had some homework to do” Dylan lied. He was actually going to keep an eye on Freddie for the night, but he didn’t fancy explaining the werewolf situation to her. In fact, he preferred not to think about it.
“Nothing’s the matter, is it?” Caroline queried. Mums were an expert at sussing things out. Nothing got past her.
“No, I’m fine” Dylan smiled, taking another sip of tea, “This is gorgeous.” Perfect chance to change the subject.
“I’ve had years of practice” Caroline laughed. As she spoke, Dylan’s phone buzzed. New text from Jono.
Dylan’s bubble was burst. The relaxation and comfort had vanished in exchange for immediate panic, and the only thought in Dylan’s mind was oh shit.
Instantly feeling so much better, Freddie was delighted when he woke up. He had slept for what must have been a few hours at least. Even though he still felt weak and exhausted, he was thinking a whole lot more coherently than before. As much as possible anyway, considering he had just woken up. His senses started returning to him, as slow as usual whenever he woke up. He really was not a morning person. He noticed the whirring of a car engine, humming away. He looked around. Sure enough, he was in a car. Huh? He fell asleep in the treehouse, and this certainly wasn’t Jono’s car. It was bigger and more spacious than that.
“Jono?” he called out, hoping for a reassuring response from him to explain what was going on.
“Oh, you’re awake” came a familiar voice in response. Normally, he would be delighted to hear somebody he recognised in this situation, but this was setting off all sorts of alarm bells. It was his worst nightmare coming true.
“Long time no see” Josh continued, taking a quick look back from the driver’s seat. Freddie gulped, horrified.
“So, he’s into you for sure?” Yasmin interrogated. She had gone back to Lily’s after school, hoping for a private word following her chat with Drew.
“I think so, he was totally frosty at first but he livened up” Lily informed. She really did seem to be on a high, it was nice to see.
“And the fact he’s part of Josh’s pack…” Yasmin broached the subject.
“I’m not stupid. If he does anything bad, I’ll cut him out. I don’t need Dylan or Jono dictating who I can and can’t date” Lily argued. It was a fair point. Oli hadn’t shown any signs of trouble yet. Perhaps they were jumping the gun.
“Look, I wanted to mention” Yasmin changed the subject, hoping to calm Lily down, “The Bestiary. It was a mistake. We should have left it alone.”
“What?” Lily was taken aback, “I thought you wanted to know what you are?”
“I do, but I think we’ve opened a can of worms” Yasmin explained, “Drew knows. He’s not bothered about you taking it, he’s more concerned about who could have seen it.”
“Most people won’t have batted an eyelid though?” Lily tried to understand.
“Not if they’re in-the-know” Yasmin added.
“You mean hunters?” Lily realised.
“They’re still in Crystalshaw, they just think all the werewolves left. If they see that book, we expose ourselves to every one of them” Yasmin justified. Lily was taking it all in, trying to process it. Before they could say anything further, Lily’s bedroom door burst open.
“Freddie’s gone” Jono announced, sounding extremely flustered.
Arriving at Jono’s, clicking the gates open with his fob, Dylan was the last to arrive. He saw Yasmin was there before him, which was a surprise considering it took him less time to walk than it took her to drive. It wasn’t that important anyway, she was probably out already. There was a much more pressing issue at hand.
“What’s going on?” Dylan questioned, deciding that small talk and pleasantries weren’t necessary nor appropriate.
“I got home and saw Freddie wasn’t in the treehouse. I did a scout around the house, I called his phone, but nothing” Jono explained.
“Have you checked the footage?” Dylan queried.
“I loaded it onto my laptop just now” Lily answered, “Well, Yasmin did.” Lily was always useless at computers beyond Instagram and Facebook.
“And?” Dylan impatiently wondered.
“Somebody moved him” Yasmin chimed in, “They were wearing a hoodie and a mask, there was no way to identify them.”
“Damn” Dylan cursed. He was hoping for some kind of giveaway. He leapt up to the treehouse to have a scout around and look for any potential clues. Just the crumpled duvet and the cosy beanbags were left from Freddie’s makeshift bed. There was no sign that anyone else had been there. Then, in the corner of his eye, he noticed the clue he needed. The CCTV camera positioned outside the gates. Maybe they caught something.
“Do you have access to the CCTV?” Dylan yelled back down.
“Yeah, it’s on my dad’s laptop” Jono replied, “But how did they get through the gates?”
“We might just find out” Dylan considered, jumping back down. Any clue would help at this point, as nothing else made sense.
Freddie’s heart was beating like never before. It was resembling the thudding bassline of the many EDM tracks he enjoyed. What was Josh doing back? What did he want? Kidnapping him was hardly the best of starts.
“I’m sorry it had to be like this. I wouldn’t even get close to you otherwise” Josh explained.
“You could have tried a text message like anyone else” Freddie scolded. He was too scared to sit up and face Josh, but the car doors were locked. There was no avoiding him.
“I know it’s hard to believe, but I don’t want to cause trouble. I wanted to patch things up” Jono pleaded.
“Fat chance” Freddie retorted. It all felt exceedingly convenient that he wanted to make amends now he was an outcast.
“And to warn you” Josh continued, “They’re here. My so-called pack.”
“They’re at the school, we’ve seen them” Freddie replied.
“Trying to fit in. It’s part of their plan” Josh explained.
“Their plan? You know what it is?” Freddie was still holding Josh at arm’s length, but if he had any information, he wanted to know it.
“They’ve been here for months, they found me after Dylan threatened me. They took me and kept me as their pet” Josh detailed, “They squeezed everything I knew about you from me.”
“You’re a traitor” Freddie called him out. He wasn’t surprised though.
“I did what I had to do to survive” Josh defiantly replied.
“What do they want then?” Freddie demanded. That was what he wanted to know more than anything else.
“You guys” Josh replied, “That was what I had to do, recruit a larger pack. Except I failed. You refused me.”
“Can hardly think why” Freddie remarked. He’d fallen for Josh’s act before, he wasn’t about to do it again.
“You might hate me, but I’m doing you a favour. They’re dangerous, and none of you are safe. I’m not expecting you to believe me, but I’m doing what I can” Josh justified.
“What do you get out of this?” Freddie enquired, trying to suss Josh out. He never did anything without a personal gain.
“You think I want them to succeed?” Josh questioned back. He was making a fair argument, after all they had done to him, although some parts still didn’t add up. Time to probe deeper.
“How did you escape? You said you were their pet” Freddie was keen to know.
“They are staying at a bunker underground, not too far from Drew’s” Josh revealed, “I planned my escape for this evening. I want to get away from here.”
“And take me with you” Freddie realised. The pieces began to slot together.
“We could start again, you know” Josh pleaded, “I’m not the alpha anymore. I want to prove myself to you.”
“You killed innocent people. That’s not the Josh I became friends with” Freddie reminded, “What about George? All my friends?”
“You’ll make new ones, we can be besties like before” Josh turned around to beg. However, he stupidly stopped focusing on the road. Freddie yelled something even he couldn’t make out as he saw the car veering off the road and into the Crystalshaw forest. Josh panicked, desperately trying to regain control of the wheel, but it was too late. The car was hurtling through the forest. There was no clear path, and Josh was dodging all of the trees, until…CRASH! The car slammed into the trunk of a tree, branches shattering the window screen in an instant…
“What exactly are you looking for?” Steve asked. Dylan and Jono were watching the CCTV camera positioned in front of the gate from Steve’s desktop computer in his office. Jono felt embarrassed that his dad was there, especially as he was perfectly capable of using the software.
“Err” Jono stalled, “I’m expecting a delivery of a few CDs, I wanted to see if they attempted delivery before I got home.” A good lie. He had learnt a lot about white lies from Lily. It was finally paying off.
“Alright. Make sure you log off when you’re done” Steve said before leaving. Phew. Jono was worried that his dad would see something he didn’t want him to. Now it was just he and Dylan. The temptation when they were alone was too much, but it was almost Dylan’s birthday. He had to save himself for a great present.
“You told that lie without flinching” Dylan noted.
“I’ve become my own worst enemy. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying it” Jono teased. Unfortunately, though, flirting was low on the agenda. Jono clicked the fast-forward button on the CCTV software, flicking through the footage to find something useful.
“Alright, two-thirty-two, this is when it happened according to the webcam” Jono narrated.
“What’s that?” Dylan pointed at the screen. Jono instantly paused. Sure enough, a car had pulled up. Dylan typed the registration plate into the notes section of his phone – far more efficient than one of the many post-it notes his dad had on his desk. Jono then pressed play once again to see if the culprit revealed themselves. In clear view, a masked figure stepped out of the car and pounced over the gate, as if it were a tiny hurdle.
“A werewolf” Dylan identified. Jono gulped. Was it one of Josh’s pack? Or someone they didn’t know?
“We have to get to Sheriff Taylor” Jono decided.
“Drew hasn’t answered yet, I think we should wait” Dylan suggested. He had been trying to get in touch with Drew ever since he arrived. Jono hadn’t called him initially as he still didn’t trust him. Plus, he was a complete tool.
“Dyl, we have to speak to the Sheriff. Wherever that car is, Freddie is almost certainly in it, and the Sheriff can track it” Jono argued. He knew Dylan wanted to debate, Jono could see it. For whatever reason, he still trusted Drew. However, Jono surely couldn’t have lost that argument. Not when he used the pet name “Dyl.”
“Alright” Dylan agreed, “Let’s go.”
Waiting outside, Lily had asked Yasmin to hang back momentarily with her. What Yasmin was saying, before Jono burst in, took her by complete surprise. She hadn’t even thought about other hunters around in Crystalshaw. Drew had mentioned them, but in true Drew style, he had only said what was absolutely necessary to know in the moment. She really wished he was more engaging.
“Do you think any of them have seen us with the book?” Lily vaguely asked.
“I don’t know” Yasmin thankfully understood, “We don’t even know who the hunters were, or what they’re doing now.”
“Probably taking arms thanks to me” Lily reflected. She would never forgive herself if she were to blame.
“You weren’t to know. We do need more answers though. We gotta find Drew” Yasmin offered. Lily nodded, taking out her phone to notify Jono.
“Dylan’s been calling him all night, let’s hope the hunters haven’t gotten to him already” Lily feared. She tried not to show it, but she worried a lot, and the fact that she may have been the root of the problem was just too much.
Awakening with a banging headache, Freddie was very disorientated. It was like the feeling he regretfully knew from when he attended that soccer kid’s party and drank too much booze underage. He had no idea where he was the next morning – it turned out that he’d spent the night on Josh’s sofa. Josh. That was it. Where was he? What had happened? He tried sitting up, but he realised he was stuck. Oh no. Panic set into motion as Freddie tried desperately to wriggle free. He was still in Josh’s car, but there was no sign of him. Freddie took a sniff – Dylan had attempted to teach him about scents but it was yet another werewolf skill that eluded him. He decided it must be worth a try though. Nope, no scent. Just nature, gasoline and flames. Oh dear. He looked behind him – a fire was raging, caused by the crash. It hadn’t spread to the gasoline in the car yet, but it was surely only a matter of time. It was a ticking time bomb, and Freddie may as well have been glued to it.
Daunting as always, the sheriff station towered over Dylan. He never liked having to visit – it wasn’t anything to do with Sheriff Taylor, who had more-or-less watched him grow up; it was more to do with how the sheriff station was synonymous with something bad happening. Nobody went to the station to report that someone told a funny joke. Dylan wished they did, though. The world needed more positivity. As they approached the door, Dylan was surprised as he almost bumped into Caroline. He was confused and very concerned to see her at the station.
“Mom, what are you doing here? Are you okay?” Dylan asked quickly.
“I’m fine sweetie, I finished work early so came to say hi to Sheriff Taylor. What’s up with you?” Caroline sounded just as concerned.
“Freddie’s gone missing, we’ve got evidence to help find him” Dylan replied. It felt nice telling her the truth this time – that was all he knew for definite. No added werewolf craziness. Yet.
“Oh sweetie, I hope he turns up soon. Anyway, I have a hot date with a cup of tea and my bed, I’ll see you tonight, don’t stay out too late.” She pecked his cheek with a kiss and left before Dylan had a chance to reply. She didn’t seem herself – she was in more of a rush than usual.
“Come on” Jono nagged, leading the way into the station. Dylan followed him into the lobby area. Sheriff Taylor was stood at the desk with a deputy, collecting some paperwork. He tucked the back of his shirt in – unusually sloppy for him.
“Oh, I lose one Drummond and gain another. How can I help you boys?” Sheriff Taylor was all-smiles as he saw the boys approach.
“Hi Sheriff” Dylan took the lead, “Freddie Ruben. He’s gone missing again, and we think he’s been kidnapped.”
“I’ll get an APB out to look for him, you got any evidence?” the Sheriff asked. Dylan loved that he didn’t question the validity of Dylan’s claim. He trusted him, hence the APB being promised before any request for proof. The evidence was only so he could operate to the best of his ability within the confines of the law. If only teachers were so understanding.
“Sure” Dylan replied, handing over his phone. He had loaded both the webcam footage and CCTV snippet onto his phone ready. He watched as the Sheriff viewed the footage with open eyes.
“Let’s track that registration plate” the Sheriff decided.
Arriving above the bunker, Yasmin wasn’t even sure if her idea would work. None of them knew where Drew lived, so they had to summon him to the bunker. From her previous experience, he never seemed to be that far away.
“Shall we let ourselves in?” Lily questioned. She was impatient, and Yasmin shared her sentiment.
“I can’t see the harm” Yasmin’s logical brain decided. The others had all grown to trust Yasmin’s mind, but it wasn’t without added pressure. Lily opened the hatch and climbed down the ladder first, much more bravely than Yasmin. Together, they reached the bunker door just metres away from the ladder. Lily reached her hand out for the rusted doorknob and yanked it down. Immediately, as the door jolted open with a creak, an alarm began to sound. It was loud and ear-piercing, so Yasmin’s reflexes told her to cover her ears instantly.
“What is that?” Lily yelled. Yasmin couldn’t hear her, but she managed to lip-read pretty well. The sound then came to an abrupt end. It was such a relief on Yasmin’s ears. She had never considered how much she loved silence before. Lily made eye contact with her. They were both as confused as each other. They stepped cautiously through the doorway, into the bunker, and there they saw Drew at the opposite end of the room.
“Thieves. They get everywhere” he spoke sinisterly. A shiver went down Yasmin’s spine as she saw him shrouded in the darkness amongst the dim lighting.
The wait for Sheriff Taylor to load up the vehicle information was too much for Dylan. The Sheriff was hoping to find their culprit in the registration information, where their name should be listed.
“Oh god” Dylan reacted as the page spring up. He read the information and his eyes were immediately drawn to the name of the owner – Joshua Rayner. Even the sight of his name was awful. Dylan thought he had seen the last of Josh. Obviously not.
“We’ve got a location” a deputy announced, “It looks like it’s gone off-road into the forest.”
“Let’s go” the Sheriff commanded, “Boys, stay here.” Dylan rolled his eyes. Of course, he had to miss out on the action. He just had to pray Freddie wasn’t losing control. He glanced at Jono, expecting him to look similarly bored, but he had a devilish glint in his eyes.
“What?” Dylan was confused.
“Why are we still sat here?” Jono posed.
“We can’t go, the Sheriff told us to stay” Dylan sensibly replied. He sounded too sensible, much like Yasmin, but he didn’t want to get on the wrong side of Sheriff Taylor.
“Oh come on, when did you get so boring?” Jono teased. Dylan couldn’t lie – he did want to be in with the action.
“You’re a bad influence, Jonathan” Dylan flirted. He only ever used Jono’s full name when being flirty. It sounds too sexy to resist. Jono held out a hand for Dylan to grab, and they ran off to the car, ready for action.
No matter how much he struggled, Freddie just couldn’t wriggle free. He had yelled for help, but nobody was around. Why would they be? He was in the middle of the forest as night was approaching. It could be ages until he was found, and he didn’t have time. Where the heck had Josh gone? Was he hurt? The driver’s seat was empty. Maybe this was his plan all along. He had played a blinder if so.
“Freddie?” he heard Josh call out. Phew! He was still there after all.
“I’m here” Freddie croaked. Josh popped up at the window and tried to yank the door open. The window had shattered, so he could hear Josh clearly.
“Can you get out?” Josh wondered. He was being strangely helpful.
“No, I’m stuck. You have to stop the fire spreading. The gasoline is leaking” Freddie explained. That was the most important thing on his mind. He could hold in the car for a while longer without the fire. It was going to catch on any second now and he would be singed.
“How can I stop that?” Josh flustered. Freddie had never seen him look so scared. It was unusual.
“There’s a bottle of water in the front. I spotted it earlier. It could extinguish it” Freddie suggested. Josh instantly climbed through the passenger window and over the tree branches that now populated the car. Freddie then heard Josh yell in frustration.
“It’s empty, it must have tipped out during the crash” Josh replied, harshly flinging the bottle out of the window in. He manoeuvred himself back to try and face Freddie. It was difficult with the branches closing up his route, but he managed to accomplish it.
“Your legs are trapped” Josh told him, “The chair is in the way. I could try and shift it.”
“Get yourself out, don’t kill yourself too” Freddie ordered. If he was going to die, he didn’t want to drag someone with him.
“I thought you’d have wanted me to die” Josh responded.
“You know me better than that” Freddie teased the possibility of an apology. He hadn’t made his mind up on Josh’s repentance yet, but it wasn’t the time for discussion. It was time for action. Josh tugged on the passenger chair. He had an advantage that no human had – extra strength. Even without a pack, a werewolf was still much stronger than an average human. The bolts began to come undone, and Freddie felt less weight pressing against his legs. However, he felt the car shake slightly, which made him more anxious.
“Shit, I think it’s moving. Hurry!” Freddie ordered, very worried about the safety of them both.
“Almost there, can you move?” Josh queried.
“A little, one more push” Freddie directed. The car vaulted backwards slightly again. His heart was beating faster than ever. It had exceeded EDM levels and was now at heavy metal. Josh heaved, not caring about the cuts and bruises he was getting from the branches. He was going to heal anyway, so it wasn’t like it mattered to him. A few slashes to the skin in exchange for their lives felt reasonable anyway. The car inched backwards again, and Freddie braced himself while tugging at his own legs repeatedly. It was touch-and-go for them both.
Approaching Drew, Lily was furious. He had just tormented her eardrums with a pointless alarm. Now she had a headache. Was he just trying to make some douche-y point? She would love to prod his brain to understand him further.
“The Bestiary” Lily began, “What is it?” Drew stepped out of the shadows. He could be terrifying when he wanted to be.
“Not yours for starters” Drew remarked. Lily sighed. That was the last of their problems, but if he wanted to be petty, he could knock himself out.
“I’m so sorry you decided not to use it to help us” Lily gave as good as she got. She noticed Yasmin roll her eyes at just how petty she was being in return. It highlighted how different they were in reality. Yasmin used logic and facts. Lily preferred to react in the moment, and she owned it, too.
“All you had to do was ask” Drew noted. Lily found it ironic when he distanced himself from the rest of the group as much as he could, preferring to hang with his basketball mates instead, leaving them no chance to ask any questions. He only seemed to particularly care for Dylan.
“And we’re doing that now” Yasmin interjected, “What is it? Why are the hunters so obsessed with it?”
“Is it not obvious?” Drew rudely answered, “It has a record of every supernatural creature to have existed, what hunter wouldn’t want that?”
“Who made it?” Lily enquired.
“A family of hunters in California, it’s been passed down through the generations” Drew detailed.
“They moved here?” Yasmin assumed, “Is that who the hunters now are?”
“No, they recruited others and the book got duplicated. Gerard Argent, specifically. He came to Crystalshaw once a few years ago with his son Chris, but there were already others here too” Drew detailed.
“A family of hunters. They sound nasty” Lily commended. The idea of hunters at all made her skin crawl, but a family passing it down? How horrible.
“They’re a bit of a legend” Drew answered, “My point is, it’s their book. They might want it back, but at the very least, having it in our possession would identify us in an instant. Including you, Yasmin.”
“Me?” Yasmin was taken aback. Lily was getting frustrated. Drew obviously knew more than he was letting on.
“You know what she is, don’t you?” Lily called him out. It was time for the secrets to end.
“Pass me the book” Drew commanded. Lily begrudgingly opened her bag and chucked the Bestiary book towards him. Drew flicked towards the end and held up a page to them both.
“A beta’s scratch can’t transform you completely, and it’s rare it’ll have any effect at all. You’re still human, with a little extra” Drew explained.
“A nix” Yasmin read aloud from the book. Lily was amazed as she saw a sketch of a boy with long flowing hair and water spouting out of his mouth. Yasmin looked horrified, and Lily knew she would feel the same if she were her.
Speeding along the rather empty roads of Crystalshaw, Jono wasn’t stopping for anything. He knew that ignoring the Sheriff’s commands wasn’t always a good idea, but in this circumstance, he stood by his actions. What if Freddie and Josh were both transformed? It would expose their entire secret to the whole of Crystalshaw. Despite Dylan’s good will for the Sheriff, he knew deep down that he agreed too. A speeding ticket would be worth it.
“How far now?” Dylan asked keenly.
“A couple of minutes, we’re almost there” Jono notified. He certainly hoped they were going in the right direction; all he had to go off was his own memory of the location on the tracking software. As he focused on the road, he almost swerved when a huge bang filled his eardrums. He parked the car and saw a huge cloud of smoke and flames fill the air in the nearby forest. Worry instantly filled his mind as he feared for Freddie’s safety.