Don't Go Out in the Woods Tonight...

"You don't think that he knows that you are a ... wait. What are you?" I ask Troy after the 'rents left. "I mean... I don't know what you would call yourself."

Troy raises one of his eyebrows and looks down at me. It's the kinda look that means 'i don't think I could explain it any better then you can think it, so it's better that we don't even talk about it.'

Yeah. One of those looks.

I cringe a little at that look and Troy softens a little.

"Yeah. He knows. I know he knows. I think your mother might know. At least... I heard them arguing when I said you should come here. Your mother... for some reason thinks that you are truly safe here. Your father.... " Troy let out a giant sigh and tightened his grip around me a little.

We both look at the little silver bullet pendent. I finger it in my hand, rolling it around in my palm, feeling the cold smoothness. It frightens me. That father would have such a thing.

I try not to let too many thoughts bounce in my head. If that happens then I would start to. . .

I snuggle into his chest and breath a small little sigh of my own. I turn to look out at all the picture that are on the walls of the living room.

"What are we going to do on Monday?" I ask, absent-minded. "At school, I mean"

"It'll be weird if we don't go." Troy muses, "But i would rather the school jump to conclusions than have ... him come after you at school."

I nod and look out the window. The four half wolves trot around the house or curl in lazy circles. I watch Ghost, who is no worse for ware. He seems to have taken a liking in me, always watching me.

"Troy... Let's go outside."

"Um... No." Troy barely put thought into the answer.

"Please. Please. PLEASE!!!" I beg, rolling over and looking up into his silver, gold eyes. "I'll stay close. I won't leave your side."

Troy looks at me an then out the window. A small little smirk curls one edge of his lips. Then he looks down at me and ruffles my hair.

He stands up, sending me tumbling towards the ground. I let out a squeak, but Troy catches me. I narrow my eyes at him and he only smirks at me, before giving me a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Yeah. We'll go for a walk." He says, walking to the back door in the kitchen. With his hand on the doorknob he looks at me, "That is...if you can stay on your feet."