Chapter 17: Super Spit

Chapter 17

Super Spit

We sat silently on the bed. Neither of us had said a word for over half an hour. Titus just rubbed my back as I tried to process. He was a werewolf, a fictional human being that turns into a monster during the full moon and hunts other humans. At least that's what I thought a werewolf did.

I glanced up at him. He was staring out the window and seemed rather calm.

"Titus," I whispered.

"Hmmm..." He squeezed my shoulder.

"None of this is making sense. Werewolves don't exist." I rubbed my face. "How can you do those things? You turn into those creatures." I faced him.

He shrugged. "I don't know what to say. To me, this is normal."

I took in a shaky breath. "That red one, it tried to kill me." The fear starting to build. "They're going to kill me now, right? That what he said."

"Hey." He grabbed my wrists and kissed my clenched fist. "Darius was just trying to scare you. I worked it out with my dad. Relax."

"I'm trying to," I breathed. "But you're a werewolf. You're..." I fell back on the bed and covered my face. "My head hurts."

Titus patted my knees. "You're taking this rather well."

I sat up on my elbows and glared at him. "Don't patronize me. This is your fault."

He laughed. "I agree with you. It is my fault." Leaned over me, he tilted his head to the side. "Do you hate me? I'm not exactly canine, but close," he said softly.

"I don't like dogs," I breathed. "I probably never will."

He sucked in his lips and nodded.

"But, you're not one. I'm hoping you still have a human in there somewhere, even as a wolf."

"I never lose my humanity." He shrugged. "I'm aware of my decisions."

"Than I wouldn't consider you a dog, or a even wolf." I looked over his face.

Titus kept his eyes turned down.

"You're not really human either. Just trapped somewhere between."

He flashed me a smile. "Werewolf, Aden. I'm not human, and I'm not a wolf. Those are just different forms I can take. I am a werewolf." He took a deep breath. "Do you still want to end it? I really like you, Aden." Titus looked up at me, pleading.

I gave him a reassuring smile and guided his head to my shoulder. I played with his hair. "No," I whispered. "Just give me time to figure this out."

"I'm falling for you, Aden," he replied softly. "I really am."

The right words were lost to me. I swallowed hard."Titus?"

"Don't." He draped an arm over my chest and curled into my side. "I'll wait. I just wanted you to know."

With a smile, I lifted his chin and pressed my lips to his. "I really like you too."

With a grin, Titus pulled me closer and slipped his tongue inside. We parted, and he left small kisses across my face.

"You really are taking this rather well," he chuckled, pulling a blanket over top of us.

"Shut up," I laughed, pulling him back to me.

***

I rubbed my eyes and sat up, stretching my arms out. I slumped over and looked around my dimly lit room. It was well into the morning, but I still just wanted to sleep. The bed shifted. I looked over at Titus and smiled. The smile soon turned into that of panic. He shouldn't be here!

"Aden," called my mother. "Aden, breakfast is ready."

I cursed under my breath and throw the covers off. Titus groaned as I clammered over him.

"Aden." My mother knocked. "It's time to get up."

"I'm up!" I hurried and grabbed the door. I stuck my head into the hall. "I'll be down in a minute."

My mother clutched her chest. "Good heavens, child."

"Sorry," I breathed. "I'm-I'm naked, and I just didn't want you..." I bit my lip. "I'll be right down." I could feel my face burning.

She laughed softly. "I'm going to the store, and then to the Harpers to help set up for tonight. Remember, we're going to watch the firework at their house, so be ready. We're leaving right when your father gets home."

"I will." I smiled.

She shook her head. "I'll put your pancakes in the microwave to keep them warm. Be good."

"I will. Thanks." I quickly kissed her cheek. "Bye." I closed the door and leaned against it.

Her footsteps sounded down the stairs. A minute or so later, I heard a door open and close.

"Is she gone?" Titus lifted up the bedspread and stuck his face out.

"How did you fit under there?" I crawled over and helped yank him out from under the bed.

"I panicked," he breathed, sitting up. "I didn't know where else to go."

"The closet maybe." I turned his shoulder and saw red. "You're bleeding. I'll do get a bandaid from the bathroom."

I stood, but Titus grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down. He wiped the blood away to reveal there wasn't a mark on him.

"It's a werewolf thing," he laughed. "We heal fast."

I rubbed my thumb. "Is that what happened yesterday?"

Titus nodded and licked his lips. "My saliva has a healing enzymes in it. So yeah," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I kind of spat all over that shirt you put on Chris's cut, and well, you know what happened when you sliced your hand open." He gave me a cheesy grin.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "That is disgusting." I stated plainly.

Titus laughed and leaned against the bed. "Sorry," he said with a smirk. "It was either that or let him lie there screaming like a little girl."

"He was not." I glared at him. "It hurts alright. That red wolf creature did it to me."

Titus sighed and picked at the carpet. "Yeah."

"So," I leaned back on my arms. "This jackass that keeps attacking me, who is he?"

Titus attempted not to smile as he nodded. "Darius, he an okay guy, usually."

"It was you and him in the Andersen's cow pasture that night?"

Titus nodded again. "You caught me." He chewed on his lip. "My dad was plenty mad for that little stunt."

"So, tell me who he is?"

Titus sighed and stretched his arm above his head. "Well, he might be..." he stared at a couple family pictures sitting on my nightstand.

"Titus," I said sternly. "Now."

"Well," he laughed softly. "He's kind of my brother."

I glared at him. "What?"

"Half brother," said Titus quickly. "He's a little aggressive sometimes toward humans. It's no big deal. I talked it out after you left. Well, fought it out." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"He tried to kill me," I snapped, "on multiple occasions."

Titus flinched. "He just wanted to scare you a little. You were getting close to the pack, and yesterday, I don't know what he was thinking."

I glared at him. "He tried to rip my arm off."

"It was just a scratch, really," said Titus softly.

"I really want to hit you right now." I stood and marched out the door.

"Aden wait!"

Slamming the door behind me, I marched downstairs. A scratch, it was more than that. I had never felt like dying that bad in my life. This werewolf thing was starting to piss me off.

Going to the kitchen, I saw my mother's purse and keys were gone. Not that I let Titus know. He could sit in my room and wait. It was more than a scratch.

I rubbed my shoulder and looked up to see Titus peaking around the corner. "My mom is going to see you."

"She's gone," he muttered. "Her scent would be stronger if she were here."

Grabbing the pancakes out of the microwave, I sat down at the table.

"I didn't mean to make you mad." He shuffled over and sat down.

With a sigh, I relaxed. "Scratch or not, it hurts."

"Yeah, about that." Titus sat down.

I leaned back in my chair and ran my hands down my face. "I'm really getting sick of these surprises."

"Well, it not like you met another werewolf, and they could tell you."

"What is it?" I breathed, pouring syrup on top of the pile.

He started playing with his fingernails. "My claws and fangs have a toxin coating that causes pain, so that's why Chris and you responded that way." He flashed a nervous smile. "Because honestly, I didn't cut him that bad. They were like baby scratches."

I propped my head up with my elbow on the table. His excuse didn't impress me in the slightest.

"What about your stupid spit power?"

He glared at me. "It saved your ass a couple time, so I don't think it's stupid."

"Titus," I breathed.

"It has to be secreted. Otherwise my spits the same as yours."

I took a bite of pancake. "I doubt it. I can't turn into a wolf."

Titus shifted in his seat, watching me. "Are you mad still?"

"No," I muttered. "Confused and annoyed, but anyone would be." I held up another fork. "I can't eat this all. She always makes too much."

He smiled and scooted over beside me. I ate a couple more bites and slid the plate over to him. Titus seemed to be enjoying it.

"These are really good." He gave me a smile.

"My mom's a good cook." I laid my chin on the table and stared blankly across the room. Over the period of one day, I had found out I was eating breakfast with a werewolf with super spit and toxin claws. Figuring out my sexuality was hard enough without my first sort of boyfriend having werewolf powers.

"Which one of you carried me back that night?"

Titus finished chewing. "Me, I went back to the pack, and someone said Darius had gone to check out a human that had been seen near the river."

"You're charming brother," I muttered.

"Half brother," he chuckled.

I rolled my eyes. "He's still your brother, and I think you both inherited the same jackass gene."

Titus's shoulder slumped forward.

"Do you heal me?" I laid my head on my arm and looked over at him.

"No, Darius did. Whoever causes the wound has to heal it. My healing enzyme only neutralizes my toxin completely." He shrugged. "It's just how things work."

My eyes grew wide. "That jerk licked me?" I rolled my forehead back and forth on the table. "That is so gross."

"Space issue," chuckled Titus.

I gave him a sideways glance. "Not now."

He smiled. "If it makes you feel better, I punched him pretty hard for hurting you. He's smelt you before. He should have recognized your scent."

I sat up straight. "Alright, this is just getting weird. We're changing topic."

Titus smiled and finished the rest of the pancakes. He ran his finger along the edges and wipe up any extra syrup. "Do you really think I'm a jackass?"

I smiled and folded my arms. "Not that same kind as your half brother."

He leaned over and gave me a syrup covered kiss.

I scrunched up my face. "Hmmm... yummy."

Titus simply smiled and licked his fingers clean.