HARLOW COULDN'T HELP BUT PLAY WITH HER FINGERS, scratching at them within her lap, anything to drive away from the nervousness she felt in this moment. "Have I done something?" She asked anxiously.
Everything about this situation was not ideal for her; being called into the headmistress office always meant you did something wrong, but it was only her second day here; she can't recall doing anything out of line. At least she didn't think so?
All she wanted was a normal, stress-free day. That's all she asked for, and it defiantly wasn't a lot.
The headmistress entangles her hands together, laying them on her desk as she leaned into them. Her back straightened in front of her. A composed look emitted, her seriousness ladened behind her eyes, which seemed to hold a secret Harlow didn't know. If it weren't for the hectic whirling anxiety that was like a hurricane inside her, she would have asked her about it.
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SCHOOL HAD ENDED AN HOUR AGO; after having to pick herself up from whatever that was, her day went by pretty quickly. The moment she had come home, her feet had made her go into her room. Avoiding the two people she loved so much, but she felt drained. Her mind raced with theories about where the burning pain came from, but initially, her mind constantly came up black. Maybe she was ill, had food poisoning or stress. Stress was the one number one on her list. For the past two days, that's all she's felt. Stress and panic, fear consumed her entity. Everything felt so off, she felt off, and now her body was failing her. What else was there for her to experience? From the unknown suspect of someone breaking into her room to finally finding out the actual name of her mysterious mate. Her body collapsed on her mattress, her face smudged into the softness of her duvet cover. It constricted her brea
"MICHAEL COLLINS." Just hearing his name brought chills running up and down her spine. They had to get out of here. This place, this pack, was going to be a graveyard after everything goes down. Harlow couldn't believe this was happening; obviously, she had a vague idea that it would happen but not this soon. Besides, Harlow thought her new Alpha prepared this pack for this sort of thing, but she guesses he wasn't. "Harlow, sweetheart, we need to leave." She heard her nan say, it was then that she realised that her mom was nowhere to be found. Everyone she knew was here; her nan, Mia and Ryan...so where was her mom? When she had gone to sleep, she was in the house, downstairs. "Where's my mom?" Harlow asked, her voice breaking slightly. Already her brain was thinking the unthinkable, had her true mate obliterated her from existence. She hoped not. 'Oh, God!' Where was she
HARLOW COULDN'T BELIEVE WHAT SHE WAS HEARING HIM SAY. Her eyes widen with fear, fear of her mother's life. She witnessed his canines grow, and it became obvious that he was about to shift, and it came just as a surprise to everyone else that surrounded him, including his own. Everyone knew that he rarely shifted in battle, so what had changed now.He was a man who preferred his weapons to slaughter his enemies. Some even said that he never shifted as he wasn't even one of them; he wasn't a werewolf which was absurd. Obviously, he was, but people still liked to speculate on the likeliness that he might not even be either human or a werewolf. Be was some other type of beast.A small tear left her eye, completely betraying her. This was it. She could no longer take this anymore, and she had to do something, anything to save her mother's life."No!" She screamed, stopping Michael from ever finishing his shift. Harlow scarred
"HARLOW, ARE YOU DONE?"Her nan asked, and she turned, smiling."Yes. Has the Alpha left?" Harlow asked, standing up and plopping a Rolo in her mouth. Since last night, there was extensive damage to the town. House was crumpled down, and trees remained damaged from the fire, and the conclusion as to why it was it was, was still being figured out. Michael had left a great deal of damage, but her nan's house was left untouched. It seemed he had missed this part entirely, and Harlow couldn't help but wonder why?"Yes, and I'm glad. We didn't need all this negative energy in the house." Her nan smiled, leading her into the house. "You need to go to bed; you have school tomorrow.""Do I have to, nan?" She grumbled slightly, but her nan only gave her a look that told her it wasn't up for debate. The sheer thought of going to school after such a day was the least pleasant thing ever to cross her mind; Harlow's mind w
WAKING UP THAT MORNING WAS CONFUSING, her body didn't feel rested as it should have done. Her mind was fluttering with the dreams she dreamt of last night; it didn't come as a surprise to her that it was of him. That's all her mind obsessed over, Michael, Michael, Michael. Harlow wished she could think of anything else, but it seemed nearly impossible at this point. After their encounter that night, she felt disgusted with herself for dreaming of him in such away. She'd dreamt he had broken into her room, and she couldn't even believe that her mind was creating these weird scenarios that seemed too far fetched for her; Michael was defiantly not the type to do such a thing. "Harlow, what do you think? Is 2 pm okay for you?" Mia questioned, waiting for her reply patiently. Although Harlow was so focused on her mind that she couldn't pay attention anymore even to know what she was talking about, "What do you think?" She continued.
"WHAT ABOUT THIS ONE?" Mia asked her, pointing to yet another dress. "You have to try it on." Harlow had never met someone more persistent than anyone she has ever met in her life, which didn't consist of many people. Sighing, "Fine." Taking the dress in her hands as she walked to yet, another changing room with Mia trailing behind. Taking the strapless dress as she examined the fabric of the dress. It was a strapless black dress that ended just before her knees. Sequins decorated the side of it, making it look fancy. Yet, Harlow had never felt so uncomfortable with what she was wearing in her life. She looked like a hooker in this dress; it just looked awful. "That looks amazing on you. You have to buy this one." Mia though disagreed with Harlow's negative thoughts towards the dress. "Hey, Matt," Mia called. The worse part about this shopping experience was that Ryan had decided
"WHO IS HE?" He asked, looking away as he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it already was. After a while of awkward silence where she had no idea what to say or do, he looked up at her again. "Who is he?" He repeated, his voice laced with the anger that seemed to want to splurge out. "Who is who?" She wondered out loud. Harlow had never said anything without analysing it a thousand time over and over again in her mind. Still, for whatever reason, her brain decided not to this time, and it couldn't have been the most inconvenient time of all time. Indeed, she regretted it as he growled in response. His canines are extending before her vast eyes. The darkness within them seemed to wither away as they held a murderous red. Like blazing fire, they were infused with rage. Mentally, she prayed to God that he would save her from him. Michael was someone who she didn't want to mess with, at least not intentionally.
FOR THE HUNDREDTH TIME, Harlow twisted and turned. The night went by with the comfortability that had arisen from seeing him; all her mind could concentrate on was the image of him, and it kept her brain fully active. 'Damn him.' Although her body craved proper rest, her mind seemed to reject the request. She pulled the covers further up, feeling the light coolness of the room; she huffed and puffed infrustration. Just go to sleep!But her mind still didn't listen. Harlow eventually closed her aching eyes. Somehow her mind felt reluctant; it pondered on the past pain she felt during these nights. Would it happen again? She got her answer as it fluttered back; it was like her mind knew what was coming. Her eyes shot wide open as she remembered the growing pain from the nights before. Was it happening again? Why? Yet, this time, it