I couldn't be. No. I wasn't. I refused to believe it.
How could I become the thing I hated most? I felt sick. I felt sick to the core. My skin felt dirty and I felt unholy.
"You do realise what Frank will do when he finds out." Ben whispered, his head in his hands.
It had happened a year ago. Big Sam had gone for a hunt and had come back with a bite on his leg. His screams had filled the house that night, and his heart still lay in a case at the top of the stairs.
"Ben, I'm sorry." I whimpered. "What am I going to do?"
I didn't want to die. I was too young. I had too much energy. But did I really want to live as a Werewolf? Surely death would be better than that fate.
"You going to listen to me. I am not going to loose you." Ben said looking up. He stood up and walked to the door. Glancing both ways, he stepped back in and shut the door.
"Can you stand up?" He said, putting his head to the sides. I shrugged. I hadn't tried since I had woken up. He came to my side, and helped me turn around.
"On three." He muttered. Slowly counting, he lifted me up and then let go. I stood for a second, uncertain.
"Take a step, Jen." He said, putting his arms out, ready to catch me. I gulped. I lifted my leg and as I placed it in front of me a sharp pain ran through the length of my body.
"Oh my! No, I can't do it Ben. I'm sorry." I whimpered. I could feel tears at the brim of my eyes.
"Don't worry. Let me think." He sat me back down.
So we were going to do it. We were going to run. I didn't have a clue what we would do, or where we would go. As far as I knew there was not one place on earth that was safe from Frank's spies. Well apart from the Werewolves villages.
"Are you okay if I leave you for a second?" Ben said, looking at me. I nodded my head. He left the room, and about five minutes later strolled in with a wheel chair.
"Get on." He said, grinning. I nearly laughed, but the seriousness of the situation made me unable to.
"Help me?" I asked him. He came over and gently lifted me up. My back ached, but I bit my tongue. I didn't want Ben to worry. He placed me in the wheel chair, then spun me round.