Twenty Seven

I walked into class an hour later, my mind a whirlwind. I was so glad that Ian wasn’t in this class. After what happened the previous day, I didn’t want to see him. It was too much stress, and I was already stressed out. The break he is giving me was very much welcomed.

The teacher, a petite lady came in a couple of minutes later, and we said our polite hellos in response. She made herself comfortable and her chair, and I settled for doodling away on my notebook. I was beyond stressed.

As I drew some legless objects, I thought about the message that had been harmlessly sent to my phone by a number I didn’t know. No-one knows about me, and the werewolves wouldn’t rile me up even if they don’t like me. There was too much at stake for them. But, was it the hunters?

I glared at red coloured shirt in front of me as I doodled furiously. Nothing was making sense at all. I wish all these didn’t have to happen. I want to be able to have a normal life…

‘This is your life now, Maya. You have