Nights here are so much worse.
The days aren't exactly great themselves, but every day as the sun goes down, there's this terrible siren and everyone runs inside, locking up the doors and windows as much as possible. Not that it helps much. This isn't like a zombie movie where the monsters can actually be kept out. They have ways of getting inside.
I'm only alive because of Derek, I'm sure of that much. But even as a werewolf, Derek has to sleep sometimes, too.
It's my turn on the night watch shift. I sit against one wall, right by the door, knife clutched in one hand and listening for any strange sounds.
Derek and Neil are only a few feet away, curled up on the single bed, Derek in his wolf form. It's not the first time he's slept that way and I wonder if it's because letting go of being human helps him feel safer or if it's for our sake, mine and Neil's. Like having an actual guard dog on duty.
Doesn't matter either way as long as he's sleeping. He whines occasionally, clearly caught in some dream, his legs twitching, probably chasing more monsters. Sometimes he growls and it's infrequent enough that I jump almost every time, always suddenly on high alert for something to come bursting through the window or slithering in through the vents.
When I'm not scared, I'm struggling to stay awake though so maybe it's for the best.
I rest my head back against the wall and try to keep my breathing slow and even, the knife rested against my knee, spend hours remembering skating routines I perfected when I was little, running them over and over in my head in an effort to not let my eyes close.
The days aren't exactly great themselves, but every day as the sun goes down, there's this terrible siren and everyone runs inside, locking up the doors and windows as much as possible. Not that it helps much. This isn't like a zombie movie where the monsters can actually be kept out. They have ways of getting inside.
I'm only alive because of Derek, I'm sure of that much. But even as a werewolf, Derek has to sleep sometimes, too.
It's my turn on the night watch shift. I sit against one wall, right by the door, knife clutched in one hand and listening for any strange sounds.
Derek and Neil are only a few feet away, curled up on the single bed, Derek in his wolf form. It's not the first time he's slept that way and I wonder if it's because letting go of being human helps him feel safer or if it's for our sake, mine and Neil's. Like having an actual guard dog on duty.
Doesn't matter either way as long as he's sleeping. He whines occasionally, clearly caught in some dream, his legs twitching, probably chasing more monsters. Sometimes he growls and it's infrequent enough that I jump almost every time, always suddenly on high alert for something to come bursting through the window or slithering in through the vents.
When I'm not scared, I'm struggling to stay awake though so maybe it's for the best.
I rest my head back against the wall and try to keep my breathing slow and even, the knife rested against my knee, spend hours remembering skating routines I perfected when I was little, running them over and over in my head in an effort to not let my eyes close.
