The ride home was quiet... too quiet.
Evans leaned against the car seat, his head throbbing and his body aching. He reached his hand to his shoulder to touch it, but as his fingers landed on it, the touch sent intense pain through his arm, and he let out a low groan.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her eyes fixed on the road.
"I am fine," Evans replied.
He knew better than to give her a rude response.
Whatever he saw earlier... werewolves.
Violent fights.
Claws and glowing eyes.
She and Edward and his group were not normal people.
He had to find a way to escape from her or even question her about everything he saw.
"You knew," he let out, his tone low. "You knew what he was... you knew what would happen."
Frustration crept into Evans' face as he regained strength to speak more.
"Why didn't you tell me? I could have reported it to the school authorities..."
She let out a loud, guttural laugh.
"What did you say? The school authorities? Who would believe you, huh?" she questioned, her eyes still fixed on the road. "Who would believe the things you saw?"
Evans fell silent. She was right.
If he went on telling everyone what he had seen, they might assume he had a mental illness.
"This is bigger than what you saw or what's going on in your head, Evans," she continued, her tone lower and serious. "And you..."
She paused, then shifted her gaze to him.
"You are not just a seer."
Evans furrowed his brows.
"What are you saying, and how did... how did you know?"
She did not answer till they arrived at the front of his house.
"Can you walk?"
"Can you answer my question?"
"That is a topic for another day."
Evans stepped out of the car and then took his backpack. He slammed the door behind him while she alighted and walked to his side. She stared at his legs in amazement and beamed.
"It was just as they had predicted. You are stronger than you think."
"If you are done, leave. I don't want to see you again, and don't get involved in my matters," he answered back. Then he took a few steps forward, but he halted and turned his gaze to her. "There must be a reason for helping me. What is it?"
She hesitated.
Her firm expression softened.
"Because you cannot die. We are still together because of your existence. If you die... the pack would fall apart," she retorted softly.
Evans knitted his brows.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
She walked towards him and then gazed at his legs.
"Your legs are healed, and before you know it... your shoulder will be back to normal. You know deep down that you're not a normal human..."
"Have you been stalking me?" he questioned, his tone laced with curiosity.
"Somehow," she replied, then exhaled sharply. "I had a long day today... let me just brief you on what you should know. Firstly, do not inform the school authorities about whatever that you saw. They'd think you're mentally disturbed... secondly, don't think about what had happened, you'd only get confused. If you want to know about anything, just call me up. Lastly, don't worry about the basketball court, Edward's parents are wealthy, so that covers the repair cost."
"I don't think I would be calling you about anything. Thanks for the brief information anyway," he replied, then walked into the house.
She tapped her right leg on the ground, then stopped. Evans watched from the living room window as she pulled out a white paper from her pocket, then placed it on the ground. She then put a little stone on the paper.
He watched calmly as she got into the car and drove off.
"What did she put on the floor..."
"You finally met the killer."
The distorted voices cut in, but Evans ignored them and then went out.
It was the shadow guarding the house the first day they had arrived.
As he got to the spot the mysterious girl had just left, he bent, then removed the little stone on top of the paper. He then picked up the paper and rose. She had written her contact information on the paper.
Evans scoffed and then attempted to throw the paper away, but he stopped.
She is right.
He's curious and so confused about what had happened and everything she said.
He tucked the paper into his pocket and then walked back into the house.
"It seems you know her," Evans let out as he settled on the sofa, his head resting backward.
The gust of wind breezed past him, and he could feel an entity settle beside him.
Heavy and unnatural silence followed.
Evans' eyes remained fixed on the ceiling. Nothing scared him anymore... or was he going crazy? No, he was not. He had known since childhood that he was different.
"Those are interesting thoughts going on in your mind," the voice whispered, cold and unsettling.
"Get out of my head. I don't want you there," Evans replied.
A faint shadow stretched across the wall opposite him. The shadow had moved. It was breathing, but it did not have a clear shape yet.
"You should have thrown the paper away. Why did you keep it?"
Evans clenched his jaw.
"It is none of your business."
"I wish... but everything about you is my business."
"I am out of here."
As Evans stood up, the gust of wind sent him back to the sofa.
"What the hell?"
"The pack... Edward's true form... the mysterious girl... don't you know they are connected to you?" The voice became distorted and low.
Evans tried to stand, but it felt as if the shadow was pushing him against the sofa.
"How are they connected to me... I am a nerd and a stupid and useless one at that... how I even—"
"What are you becoming?" the voice cut in, this time meaner.
"I am not becoming anything!" Evans snapped back. "This is crazy! The visions... the werewolves... that is a fable! This is all insane... it is because I failed to protect Eva... now, I'm mentally deranged!"
"Are you?" the voice demanded. "Stop blaming everything on your sister. Your wounds heal faster than normal... is that an illness?"
Evans' breath hitched, his breathing becoming steady.
"You sensed danger before it happened... are you truly mentally ill, or are you something else?"
Evans froze.