When Wolves Howl

Francheska Anazette

A.n. Hey guys thanks for reading my book. Kerkeci is pronounced Care- keh- see and Zaki is pronounced Zah- Kai. Enjoy the book

AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE: This is still not edited. This is the very first stages of this story. When I finish the series I plan on editing the whole thing, deleting the unnecessary parts, and fixing all my spelling/grammar errors. I just wanted to post this thing to give you guys a heads up that there will be replaced chapters, but that is just me going through and editing. (The story may change a bit, but nothing too drastic.)

Chapter 1

The Concert

I walked down the crowded streets with my two best friends. "Oh my God Keci I can't believe we're here!" My friend, Alex, squealed. Her wavy, blond, hair was swishing behind her head. The bounce in her step only showed her loads of excitement. Her greenish gray eyes were sparkling in the light of the street lamps. "We have front row seats to Blood Lies!" She screamed into the night only to be silenced by my other friend's hand.

"You've said that a million times Alex." My friend Rachel practically growled. While Rachel was a fan of the band, she wasn't crazy like Alex. "Besides if you are going to scream anything, then scream that we have backstage passes." Rachel's black glasses reflected the different lights coming from the stalls near the concert area. Her black hair was in such a high ponytail that I wondered how it didn't cut off circulation.

"Both of you shut up or I'm giving your tickets to hobos!" I snapped. Trust me after an hour of hearing your friends bicker about who gets which band member, you would be pretty tense too. I fiddled with the silver, crescent moon necklace around my neck. The tattoo on my wrist stuck out in the different colored lighting.

Alex screamed as she saw a booth. It was selling merchandise for the band. She ran up and grabbed a shirt with the lead singer's, Zaki Themis, face on them. She held it up to me and jumped up and down. "Oh my God put it on! Put it on!" She screamed. I rolled my eyes and put it on, grabbing Alex's change as she ran off to go look at other things.

The roar of crazy fans was consuming us as we wrestled our way to our spot. Rachel, or Rach as she liked to be called, ran to go get drinks. Alex was already dancing around and screaming even though no one was on the stage. Maybe bringing her wasn't a good idea...nah. It wouldn't be as fun without her.

I had gotten the tickets from my dad. He and my brother, Will, were supposed to come with me. However, they had gotten sick, so I got to invite my two idiots-I mean friends. I looked at the time. Ten minutes until the concert started.

Blood Lies was a heavy metal, or rock depending on your style, band that had taken over the world. However, they were only popular because of their lead singer. Zaki Themis was definitely every girl's dream man. He had the bad boy look with his black hair and green highlights. He also had that shy kid of look about him though.

I heard screaming and saw a mosh pit that was holding up some girl with no shirt on. She had Blood Lies written over her boobs. "Whore!" Rachel screamed and flicked her off. The girl was trying to crawl onto the stage, and I laughed as security pulled her away. The screaming got louder, if that was even possible, and I turned to see the band entering. Right. In. Front. Of. Us.

The band started tuning their instruments, and Zaki smirked as he got to the mic. "Hello there everyone!" He yelled out. Everyone screamed. His smooth as silk voice projected throughout the area. Rachel screamed as she saw her favorite member of the band walk closer to the edge of the stage. Chris, the blond guitarist, was the second fan favorite. His guitar floated out the familiar notes. The noise grew louder as we all started singing along with the lyrics. The drum beat was so loud that it seemed to pound through your body.

Zaki walked across the stage, his tight black shirt made fans faint. The dark lyrics drove shivers up your spine in an almost pleasurable way. Alex reached her hands up in the air as he came over near us. Rach and me started jumping. My ponytail had come out a long time ago, and so had Rach's. I felt my hair whip around my face as I jumped and sang along to the music. I looked up at the stage and saw Zaki smiling at us. He went over to the bass player.

The lyrics continued, and eventually the song ended. The crowd screamed, asking for more. Rach's hair was wild as she turned to face me. I smiled and took my phone out. I took a picture of her and Alex. They smiled, and then looked at the stage screaming. I smiled and video taped the band on stage. Zaki came back over in front of us. I smiled and squealed when he took my phone. Alex grabbed me by the shoulders and pointed. None of the words she was saying made any sense, but I was still getting over the fact that Zaki Themis. Zaki Themis, was holding my phone!

He came back over and I was smiling like an idiot. He smiled at me and then handed me my phone. I clicked the contacts, and smiled when I saw two new contacts. One was Guitar Guy and the other was Wolf Boy. I blushed. Rach and Alex screamed "You are sharing those!" I slipped it into my front pocket, knowing that if anyone tried to take it I would feel it. The music continued on, and me and Rach danced along to the heavy beat.

When the concert had ended, a man came up on stage. He pointed at my group, and had security let us up on the stage. We had out passes out, and I laughed as Rach blew kisses to the crowd. We all practically skipped backstage. The body guard, whose name tag said Jerome, pushed away the crazy fans. We were heading for a door, and I gasped as someone grabbed me. I grabbed onto my pass, and tried to move, but more hands were clawing at me now. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and I was pulled out. I looked at my arm. Stupid bitch clawed at me! Small trails of blood were sliding down my arm. "Sorry about that Jemma. Crazy fans pulled her in." A strict secretary woman nodded, and held her clipboard tightly.

"Come on I'll get you cleaned up before you go in to meet Zaki." She wiped the blood up. Turns out the girl had left a big cut. "You're friends are already in there, so follow Jerome to the door." I nodded and Jerome smiled at me. He seemed pretty nice.

"Hey Zaki, this one got caught by the crazies." He said and then he held the door open for me. I walked in. The artist lounge was cozy. There was a table with some comfy looking chairs around it. Alex was sitting next to the drummer, whose name was Rick Gordon. Rach was drooling as she sat next to the guitarist she adored. The only seat left was right next to Zaki.

I sat down and smiled. "You have some crazy fans out there." I commented. He laughed, and so did the other band mates. "I mean do they sharpen their nails in order to drag the people with back stage passes into their evil claws?" The drummer laughed. Rachel forced us all to take some pictures, blushing when we forced her and Chris to take one.

We chatted, mostly about music. Rachel had told them how she is a violinist. We even got her to write down the website with her on it. Alex had told them how she is an artist who is obsessed with Tim Burton. I still remember when she drew me a Tim Burton themed birthday card. The Corpse Bride and The Nightmare Before Christmas were all over it. Then they talked about how I take pictures.

"Hey Keci what time did your brother say we had to head back?" Rachel asked. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time.

"Rach we were supposed to leave an hour ago!"

"Shit."

"We snuck out if you couldn't tell." Alex explained.

"Yeah that's why you run off before your parents can give you curfew." Zaki commented.

"Wait...you ran away from home?" He nodded.

"Yup. I started singing in a downtown bar. Then I met up with these guys and it went on from there. Parent's were a bit...overbearing." He chuckled softly at his words.

I smirked, and was about to talk when Rachel interrupted. "Keci. Curfew. Dead. Remember." I nodded and then waved bye to the members of the band. We took a few more pictures, and then ran to my beautiful, amazing, gorgeous, extraordinary, superb, unsafe, death-trap, Pinto. I got into the drivers seat, and pulled out my phone. Keci where r u? Will.

"Alex text my brother while I drive." I practically threw my phone at her as I backed out. I stopped at a red light and looked at Alex. "Text faster-"

"GREEN LIGHT!" Rach screamed.

I stomped on the gas, glad that no one was in front of me. I sped through the lights, and finally made it to Alex's house. Rach and I had to help her get to her window. Then I moved to Rach's house. I parked down the street, and we walked over to her house. "Hey um...Keci...can I have the number?" I smirked, and saw that she was blushing. "Who is Wolf Boy?"

"I guess Zaki, and I'm betting that Guitar Guy is your lover boy." She glared, and tried to hide her beet red blush.

She wished me luck, and then I headed off for my house. I turned off the headlights a few feet before I got to my house. I parked the car, and then slipped to the back of the house. Will was waiting with the window open. I climbed in, and smiled. "How was it?" He asked as he reached for a tissue.

"I got his number."

"Did you flash him?!" I slapped him upside the head.

"No! I was recording it and he just picked up my phone."

"Well better get to bed." I nodded and headed for my room.

Two Years Later

"I AM FUCKING SICK OF THIS SHIT!" I screamed as I walked upstairs. I grabbed the suitcase in my closet and tore it out of the closet. I grabbed clothes and shoved them into the small suitcase. I grabbed my piggy bank and slammed it against the wall. My mother barged in with her face covered in too much make up.

"Kerkeci be rational about this!" I threw my lamp at her, and shoved all the money in my piggy bank into my suitcase. "It's for your own good Keci-"

"What the hell is going on?"

Will came in. His car keys were in his hands, and his eyes were tired. I shoved more money and clothes into the suitcase. "She is sending me into a foster care system!" I screamed. Tears of anger flooded down my face as I threw the picture of me and my dad at my mother. "She is putting me into a fucking foster care because she can't get her fucking act together!"

"You. Aren't." Will's eyes darkened with anger.

"I can't take it anymore. She is such a trouble maker. She sneaks out of the house to go do who knows what. She's always getting in trouble at school. You are failing all your classes-"

"That's because I don't go to them bitch!" I screamed.

I grabbed my phone and i-pod and threw them into the suitcase. I zipped it up violently, and then stormed downstairs. I grabbed my car keys, only to have them be ripped out of my hands. "Go fucking live on the streets then! Go on! Go be a fucking prostitute and earn a living sleeping with old men-"

"Mom!" Will yelled.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed.

I walked out of the house, and walked down the street. I pulled out my phone. Rach Can I stay wit bit?

Y?

mom kicked me out

She didn't reply. I walked down the lamp lit street, and stopped at the bus stop. There was no one on the road. Then again it was pretty early in the morning. The phone call was at 1:00 am so it was probably around 2:20 am now.

"Keci please come back home! The streets aren't really safe at this time. You know about the muggings that have happened recently. We can just go on back to the house. Mom is always threatening you with foster care. I mean this isn't really a surprise. I think you'd be happy in a foster care-"

"Oh so you want me gone to! Well you know what fuck you! Fuck you to hell and back again!"

I grabbed my i-pod and started to listen to Hate by 3 Days Grace. The metal pounded into my ears, and my head slowly bobbed to the music. I sat down on the bus bench and watched as Will left. I turned the music up louder until I couldn't hear his footsteps.

Unfortunately, it wasn't loud enough to drown out the noise of a gun being loaded. I moved my headphone out of my ear. "Stand up." I took the other headphone out and stuffed them into a pocket. I stood up, and my hand slid to my pocket, where a switchblade rested against my thigh. "Come over here." I slipped my hand over the hilt of the switchblade. There was a group of men, and I was forced to walk towards them. I felt their disgusting hands touch me. One of them trailed kisses down my neck, I tensed and forced myself to remain calm. I felt a hand slip under my shirt. I pulled the blade out and lashed out at the closest thing. I turned and cut at another man. I couldn't make sense of what I was doing. Red seemed to fly out of the men and land on the floor. I noticed three men come at me. I screamed bloody murder into the air, hoping that someone would hear.

I was getting tired, and my adrenaline rush was wearing off. I stabbed, hit, jabbed, moved, but my body was getting weaker. I yelped as I was shoved into the ground, I rolled and felt my knife get thrown out of my hands. I thrashed wildly. The feeling of skin under my fist and feet was sickening. I stood up and brought my leg up as hard as I could into the man's groin. "Help me!" I screamed in to the black air. I heard a dog bark, and then I was tackled. I screamed as I looked up at the bloody mouth of a wolf. It snarled at me, and fear was clouding every thought I would have had. I screamed again and saw the wolf get thrown off me. I sat up quickly, trying to see what had flown at the wolf, only to see Will and then wolf fighting. I felt tears fall down my cheeks, and Will stood up and fired a shot at the wolf. It fell to the ground dead.

Will looked at me, and started to approach me. I screamed as another wolf jumped at Will. It tore into his shoulder, and just ripped it. I screamed and grabbed the gun that Will had dropped. I shot the wolf, and then kept shooting even when it was clearly dead. Will fell to the ground bleeding.

I ran up to him and felt overwhelmed. Blood was everywhere. I looked at my hands only to see more blood. "Will c'mon you have to make it." I touched his cheek. His head shot up, looked at me, and then at the sky. It was a full moon. His normally blue eyes turned into a n orange beer- like color. I slid back. "Will...your eyes..." He gasped in pain , and screamed. "Will!" I heard my voice shake with fear. My tears were falling faster. He screamed again, and I watched in horror as his bones started to pop. I looked around, desperate for a place to hide him. I saw the woods.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and apologized while I dragged him into the woods. "Will. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." My voice sounded far away, and everything was blurry. He was screaming more while I dragged him. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I dragged him deeper into the woods. His bones were still popping. The sound of bones breaking over and over again was nauseating. His screams only made it more horrible.

He stopped screaming and stared at the moon. His eyes, which were still and amber color, dilated. "I hear you." He whispered softly. His face seemed relieved, and relaxed. As soon as it came, it stopped. He screamed and I watched his bones pop and break more violently. I backed up and felt a tree brush against my back. Will's body spasmed on the ground, and his hair seemed to get longer. He screamed, and the next thing I knew a wolf was standing there.

I ran. I was running from my brother who was: a) a werewolf or b) a major hallucination that those guys injected into me. I swerved to the right, and felt paws hit my back. I fell to the ground and then rolled over so I could see the wolf. I felt angry. Angry that Will would do this to me, angry at my mother, angry at everything. I was tired or running.

I sat up and grabbed his muzzle in my hand, shutting his mouth. I grabbed the scruff on the back of his neck. "I am the alpha here Bucky. You listen to me." I made him look me in the eyes. "You will stop chasing me. Stop growling at me. Stop being a jerk. Now scram and when you can control yourself you can come find me." I shoved his face away from me. God if Animal Planet lies to me I was going to- I paused. The wolf had its stomach the the ground. It was whimpering. I looked and noticed he was crying. The tears were like crystals in the moonlight, but still he cried. That was how my life started. With howl under the moon at the age of sixteen.