bound to the moonlight

19.Matt

I heard a loud growl slip from my throat as I watched Amy from across the tutor room as she smiled at Harley sitting on his desk smiling like the other bimbo's who were swarming contently around her. She played her role so well that they all believed she was exactly what she wanted them to think. So in the space of two days she had established herself as Harley's girl, although I noticed this occurred without her actually really touching him, which was good I would probably fling myself across the room aimed at his throat if he put a hand on her. The beautiful ones also didn't seem to notice her eyes, which quite often seemed to glaze over when they started to babble, or rolled irritably when they tittered stupidly about something. They also kept flickering to me super quick glances but I was sure I saw them. She did look stunning, although I thought she did anyway obviously dressed like this so did the rest of the school population with a Y Chromosome, hell possibly half of the exclusive x chromosomes agreed, and f**k did I hate it. She now had that kind of presence that when she walked down the hallway all eyes turned and followed her which gave me a kind of stupid urge to start stabbing out those eyes with a pencil. I know this was stupid as I hadn't known this girl for that long but stupidly I had become so dependent on her. Since she had cut herself off from me I just felt like I was falling apart the shifts were starting nearly every day now and they seemed to be going on for longer and damn they hurt. I had actually freaked out at the weekend when I had nicked my lip with my own lengthening fangs. So I tried shutting myself off at home which led my dad to try and push himself into my room to give me the 'plenty more fish in the sea' talk. He had already assumed me and Amy had a row when I came home sporting a very large set of scratches on my cheek. Thankfully my mother wasn't home for the weekend as she would have freaked out, even though by the time I'd got home they had stopped bleeding and seemed to be healing. In fact by Monday they were all but gone. After a few days of my dad's persistent attempts at male bonding I had given up the hermit attempt and had instead tried running following Amy's advice and to my intense surprise this more than helped, I just got on my kit and ran for hours when I could. When I was running my mind was clear it was focused and as long as I was running I was calmer focused and the wolf inside me seemed appeased, but of course Alice had a problem with this I have no idea why she seemed to see an interest in running as a type of rebellious behaviour. In school I kept having to disappear every time I felt the shift threatening. I was getting very good at spotting when the shifts were beginning it tended to feel almost like cramp commonly in my legs or quite often now my hands. But it now meant that I was spending more and more time sitting alone out in the sports field, finding the fresh air helped. I had found that the shift seemed to be triggered at the moment by the simple sight of Amy walking down the hallway hand in hand with Harley. I knew it was stupid after all we were only well were we even friends. But I couldn't stop the memories of kissing her. Every time I saw her fake smile at the captain of the football team my mind went back to recalling how she tasted, the little moaning noise she made as I ran my fingers through her hair. The feel of her warm slender body pressed in close to me, and I knew I hadn't imagined it she had been there too at least to begin with she had wanted me to kiss her. every time these thoughts occurred to me I couldn't help but snarl a growl which came from my wolf part something deep inside of me that I was powerless to resist, the irrational part of me that claimed Amy, the part of me that whispered she was mine. every time I saw her god how I wanted to grab those hips. I wanted to pull her tightly into me. I actually saw the logic in her thinking very quickly as I honest did find my beatings had ended almost instantly, she seemed to effortlessly steer the football team away from me, and if they did trip me or shove me she dished out a look that shockingly seemed to make them cut it out. I still believed she wanted to help me. but walking along arm in arm with Harley smiling and giggling like a slut just made me want to run across the hallway and tear His f*****g arms off well attempt it which would lead to me getting an ass kicking but I could deal with that I had done it a million times before. So I just growled and let my eyes flash gold whenever I saw them and I just tried to believe that Amy was in fact doing this on my behalf. I couldn't see the good in it right now it was easier to deal with my shifts without the bullying but to be honest if I could have Amy I would willingly take a beating every hour.