His voice is low now. "It will kill you, and when that happens, this nation will fall. And it will take everyone down with it, including your family and what's left of mine." He leaves me in the halls alone without another word.
"Was the test that bad?"
I snap my eyes towards Michael. He makes a left at the intersection, sparing me a glance.
I swallow the lump growing in my throat. "The test was fine."
"Okay?" he looks at me again, just for a second.
I rub my chest and look at the road. "How was class for you?"
He shrugs. "The usual. Programming was..." he gives me a look.
"Annoying group guy again?" I ask.
"Oh yeah," he drives with one hand.
I shake my head. "I don't understand how someone who doesn't really talk can bother you."
"I told you. I have to do all the presentations by myself," he groans.
"Which you love," I point out.
He pauses. "Well, yeah, but it's not like he's exactly singing my praises for the extra work I'm putting in. The only time he ever says anything to me is to tell me I'm wrong, when I'm not." he gives me a pointed look. Which is to say he is wrong.
Michael is obviously a genius with technology since he's acing AP computer science, but that's not the point. Numbers get wonky for everyone, especially when the computation gets so advanced. A big part of handling that is being able to admit when you mess up.
That isn't even in Michael's vocabulary.
Even if he has to change what he did, he says he was right all along because it was all leading to the correct answer. I consider that for a while. Being wrong and being able to admit it. I thought I was right when I chose to hide the werewolf thing from my family, especially after the brothers convinced me that we would be safe as long as they didn't know.
But now? Now it just seems like I've wasted valuable time that we could've been using to escape.
I lied to my family because I thought I knew what was best for them and myself. I thought I knew what they could handle. I just wanted to keep them safe, but by not knowing our impending doom, aren't they just that much more in danger?
"What? Those guys?" he waves his hand, nonchalantly. "They're just some people I met in class."
I stare past the houses, at the large expanse of forest around us. I remember the way that we took to get here when we were first moving. There were plenty of highways, but they were all surrounded by a dense forest for miles on end. Wolves would clearly have the upper hand. The advantage.
I look back towards Michael who's giving me a strange look. I clear my throat. "Which class did you meet them? Computer science? Statistics?"
He shakes his head. "Business tech. The other class from hell. We do nothing in there but play Morph." He grins. "The teacher sleeps straight through the hour."
I smile, but then I look back at the forest quickly. This ride only lasts so long, and I need to scope out the area. I wish I had been paying more attention all these days. I should have this entire place memorized.
Wolves have territory right? Where does the brother's territory end? Where does the neighboring pack's territory begin, and if we leave, will the brothers know immediately? Is there anyway to actually escape?
Certainly if a wolf could get in by accident, a wolf could get out. But that does little to convince me of the likelihood of six humans.
"Hey," Michael points a finger at me. "Don't think that means I won't force you to play with me anymore. You have obligations SlyFox."
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