Beth’s hands are gentle as she reapplies the ointment to my fingers and then bandages them. My healing is a sporadic thing. Sometimes, an injury heals within seconds. On other days, I heal slower than an average human. My broken nails and skin are taking longer than usual to heal. On top of that, I’ve unofficially ended things with Jesse so I feel low. “Here,” Beth brings out some chicken drumsticks, “Quill sneaked these away for you.”I don’t have much of an appetite. “I still can’t believe they were willing to leave me down there like that,” I murmur.Beth glances at me. “You can’t? I’m not surprised.”When I look at her, she’s putting away the ointment she borrowed from the infirmary.“You never expect cruelty from people,” she says, softly. “But it’s always there, a streak of it, hidden inside. People like Veronica and Rachel seem to be the kind to get everything they set their sights on. And they’d be willing to destroy anyone who gets in their way.”“It’s not like you
Morrighan Yearwood is the Director of Mistfall Wilderness Camp. A tall woman with a trim figure, pale skin, and perfectly coiffed silver hair, Director Yearwood looks like she belongs in one of those prissy rich kid schools. But she’s here, overseeing the five islands. Her office stands out from the rest of the camp facilities, done up in shades of brown, gold, and white, with a huge intimidating fireplace, a plush carpet, and mysterious low lighting. Her office is on the Level One island as are the main facilities of this camp. I’ve never seen Director Yearwood look unruffled. She looks composed every time I see her, wearing one of her fancy skirt suits and heels. She’s always wearing heels. She’s the most put together person I know, which makes me a little in awe of her.And right now, she doesn’t look very pleased to see me.“Well, Miss Night,” she’s studying me, “I’ve never had a student come to my office quite as often as you.”“I didn’t come here by choice,” I mutter. “A
Abigail is still in the infirmary, according to Beth. “I don’t believe a word that stupid Anderson says,” she spits out, furiously. “He was telling everyone what happened. And Rachel backed up his words.”I watch her, not knowing what to say. I wish I had a smart comment, but I feel so drained.“How do you feel?” I finally ask. “Angry?” She gapes at me. “She –““I mean,” I wave off her answer, “do you feel sick or something?”“N-No,” she looks a little confused. “Why?”I give her a tight smile, “No reason.”That means that whatever I ingested was in my cup alone. “Taylor?” Beth scoots towards me. “What is it?”I hesitate before the whole thing spills out of me. Beth already knows what happened in the forest but as I spill the conversation I had with Director Yearwood and the lies Rachel has been spewing, her expression morphs into that of anger.“But she can ask any of us!” she bursts out, upset. “Everyone has an assigned counselor except you!”“I don’t know if she will
“You must be really obsessed with me,” I stare at her.Veronica just scoffs. “How was your time in the tunnels?”“A hoot,” I smile, pleasantly. “We should go together more often.”She tilts her head, “I heard you cried like a little baby.”“Did you now? Who told you that? Rachel?”Veronica just smiles, “You’re messing with the wrong person. Even I’m not stupid enough to get in Rachel’s path. That little trip to tunnels was just the beginning.”My own smile doesn’t waver, “She’s doing her best at defaming me. But then you gave that a shot a couple of months ago, as well. Didn’t really work out, did it? And besides,” I study her, “I thought you were gunning for Jesse. How come you don’t have a problem with his ex-girlfriend trying to get him back?”Veronica laughs, “Rachel’s a counselor. Counselor-student relationships are not allowed. She can try but if word gets out, which it will, she’ll be fired.”I blink.Is she actually planning to double-cross Rachel?“And you think that
“I can’t believe you guys made up,” Quill stabs his pancake, a sullen look on his face. He then points the pancake at me, and I watch the maple syrup drip all over the table, as he continues in an aggrieved tone. “That boy is trouble. And he’s weird. Like, what is a Level Three student doing with a Level One student. What’s he up to? You know the answer to that question? No good! That’s what!”I use my knife to lower his fork down, my tone dry, “Because you’re so normal.”“I am normal,” Quill thumps his chest. “And I am quite a ladies’ man. Tell her, Beth.”“He likes the ladies but they don’t like him,” Beth looks at me, somberly. “He tried hitting on Kathleen yesterday and she rejected him.”Quill narrows his eyes at her, “I didn’t hit on her. I asked her if she wanted to go on a walk.”“She thought he was hitting on her,” Beth chews on her omelet. “But Susan likes you. She thinks you’re cute.”“She’s a baby!”“She’s fourteen!”“And I’m seventeen!”“You’ll be seventeen next m
“And you didn’t get a glimpse of the person?”I shake my head and Director Yearwood frowns before glancing at Rachel who’s standing by the side of the desk. “This isn’t good.”I don’t meet Rachel’s eyes, my thoughts focused on the bottle. The only person who would have a reason to make the bottle disappear is her. “This is the third time a student has been attacked in the tunnels this month alone.”The Director’s words have me stiffening. This month?!Does this mean that the attack had nothing to do with me?Till now, I had been assuming that it had been Rachel down in the tunnels. But Rachel had no reason to attack Quill. And the attacker clearly knew we were separating, and they went after Quill when I would have been a closer target. Something else is going on here.My thoughts go back to the underground vaults. I know for a fact that there is more than one vault and Annabelle, the counselor who had been a traitor, had been after whatever had been inside the vault. What
We’re not allowed to see Quill for the next two days so I watch the infirmary, trying to figure out Derek’s schedule so that I can sneak in when he’s out. Unfortunately, he barely leaves the infirmary. The only time he does is during breakfast to grab some food and return.On the third day, I wait for him to leave, before sneaking inside. The nurse isn’t there.Abigail is still unconscious and I feel a stab of guilt as I pass her. Quill is in another room and he’s awake when I enter.His eyes widen, “Taylor!”“Are you okay?” He looks a little worn out. “Yeah. Derek’s been helping me.”“Speaking of Derek,” I look over my shoulder. “I have ten minutes at best before I have to run. How is your head?”He touches it. “Healed. I mean there’s a gash and all. Did you know I’m a werewolf?”“No,” I grin. “But Beth is just like you.”I pause. “You’re taking this surprisingly well. I thought you’d be freaking out.”“Oh, I did,” he says with a small smile. “I had like a massive meltd
All these theories are cooking in my head as I sneak out after curfew while Beth sulks.“I want to go to the hot springs, too,” she complains, watching me fold the towel and hide it under my jacket. “How come you get to do all the fun stuff?”“Get a boyfriend,” I advise.“Quill says that all the boys here will take advantage of me because I’m naive.”I stare at her. “Why would you listen to Quill?”“I don’t know,” she flops back on the bed. “I want to sneak out, too!”“Since when did you become so daring?” I question, making sure I have everything with me.“You’re a good influence on me,” she laughs, before pulling up the sheets. “I’m going to dream about hot springs tonight.”Turning off the lights, I slip out after a few minutes. The patrols haven’t started yet so I make it to the bridge leading to the Level Two island.I’ve only been on the Level Two island a handful of times and never for long. The topography is vastly different from what I’m used to, the air dryer for som