I convinced Jules to come down to the dining hall with me. Bear was already there, huffing and looking at us as we entered. The moment we sat down, Bear stood up to leave. His reaction was hard to miss.Jules sighed, leaning back in his chair. "What's going on there?" I asked, curious and a bit concerned.Jules rubbed his temples. "He woke up to me throwing up all over the room. Honestly, I'd be pretty upset, too."Before I could respond, Jules stood up. "I'm glad you found me, though. I'm supposed to go see the doctor about this damn arm today, in like an hour. I'm going to take a shower.""Do you need me to come with you?" I asked, already doubting his ability to handle it alone."No, I don't need a babysitter. I'll be fine." He walked away, but my worry lingered.With some time to kill, I decided to head to the library to connect a few dots before school started back up tomorrow. But first, I needed to find Cam and get the key. I had the Werewolf 101 book and my mom's research jou
Coop walked in from one of the back doors. Cam didn't even bother to take his feet off the table. Coop's surprised face at seeing me there seemed almost amusing to him. So Coop, who supposedly knew everything about this place, didn't know Cam could get in here? Cam smirked. "I let James in here to research since their guide is scared of dark corners. Sue me." Umm, why did he just use a random pronoun? "Their" instead of saying "his." Coop didn't seem to catch it, but I most definitely did. Coop was nearly fuming. "How could you get in here in the first place?" "Perhaps you should be a little more concerned about who you give keys to," Cam replied smoothly. Coop continued to look at Cam, his eyes narrowing. "James... head to the rink." "Rink?" I echoed, caught off guard. "Yeah, the coach wanted to call a last-minute team-building session to address any underlying issues within the team. But I'm honestly doubting if we need it, seeing you two in a restricted area, breaking
We ran around the corner and ducked behind the dumpster. Moments later, an old man still wearing a three-piece suit walked by despite it being so late and messy outside. "Quiet, he likes to find ways to give double demerits," Jules whispered. I whispered, "Is that why you're panicking?" He shook his head. "No...It's Alec. Something's wrong. He's... he's not himself."I started panicking instantly. "Where is he?"Jules pointed towards the locker room. "He's in there. But be careful, James. He's acting... strange."I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "Stay here. I'll go check on him."Pushing open the locker room door, I called out, "Alec? You in here?"The only response was the echo of my voice. I moved further inside, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. My heart pounded in my chest, the silence unnerving.I found Alec sitting on a bench, staring blankly at the floor. Relief washed over me momentarily, but I quickly became concerned as I noticed his vacant
Wanda took one last look at Alec before addressing the rest of us. "You all stay with him while I go run some tests on this," she said, holding up the small vial. "He seems to be okay otherwise, just keep an eye on him. And boys... stop taking random things you don’t know what are!"With that, she left. Kris and Jules jumped up, grabbed the beanbags from the common area, and dragged them into the room. They settled in, made themselves comfortable, and pulled out a chessboard. It was their way of passing the time, a distraction from the worry gnawing at all of us.Alec was in and out, sometimes completely passed out, other times awake but disoriented. I stayed by his side, sitting on the edge of his bed to ensure he didn't fall off. Occasionally, he’d mumble something unintelligible, his eyes fluttering open briefly before he drifted off again.Trying to take my mind off the unease, I started talking more to myself than anyone else. “I still don’t know much about the end-of-year test,
This should be the only place that’d keep me safe and would train me to investigate the mystery of what killed my family.IronCrest, an institution renowned for its rigorous training of hunters and athletes. 'Boy' hunters and athletes. The irony didn't escape me. Seated uncomfortably on a stiff plastic chair in the waiting room, my heartbeat thundered in my already constricted chest, resonating with the anxiety and anticipation that had been building in the months leading up to this moment. I remember walking through the bustling corridors of IronCrest Academy, a blur of black and dark blue jerseys and the raucous laughter of students filling the air. As I paused to let a rowdy group of boys pass, I felt their eyes on me. "A new freak in town, lets see how long this one will last." I heard the whisper. Their gazes, curious and probing, sent a wave of anxiety through me. Their laughter a stark contrast to the storm brewing in my mind. "Next... James," a detached, icy voice ca
"You know, I thought this was a single room," I stated, my confusion still evident. "The single rooms are usually reserved for the top three ranked students. That's typically the Head of Grade, the Hockey team Captain, and the top academic achiever. The rest of the single rooms? They're mostly off-limits, something about budget constraints or the like." Alec said. Noticing my hesitation, he said, "No worries if you're a private person. So am I. I hope the double room isn't too much of an issue... for either of us." His tone was friendly, but I couldn't shake off the unease settling in my stomach. "Uhh, I suppose..." I stuttered, my eyes veering to the two beds occupying the room. "I didn't catch your name, by the way." Startled, I turned to face him. "Oh, sorry, I'm James," I replied, sounding as casual as possible. He studied me for a moment, head tilted slightly. "You have quite a strong accent. Where are you from?" "Texas," I answered, thankful that was all he seemed to notic
I grabbed my towel, shampoo, and soap and braced myself for what lay ahead. The inevitability weighed heavily on me. Avoiding showers for an entire year was simply not an option. A montage of movie scenes played relentlessly in my mind. Stark, open shower rooms from every communal shower scene I'd ever seen. Rows upon rows of showerheads, with absolutely no barriers, where vulnerable figures stood exposed under the relentless cascade of water. The images were vivid, sending involuntary shivers down my spine. "Just be fast, lightning fast," I muttered, trying to suppress the rising dread overtaking my senses.I braced myself as I reached the bathroom door, ready for the worst. But to my surprise, it wasn't the nightmarish scene I'd anticipated.Instead, frosted glass stalls lined the room, offering some semblance of privacy. A wave of relief washed over me. I eyed the last stall, noticing it had an additional partial wall. A small but significant barrier that would provide more of th
I approached Alec, who stood like a sentinel by the chaotic mound of my hastily shed clothes. Seeing him so close to my personal belongings sent a wave of unease coursing through me. "Please, don't touch my stuff," I implored as I plucked my underwear from his hand. "I’ve respected your space. It's only fair you respect mine, okay?" There was a plea hidden beneath the surface of my words, a silent call for some semblance of privacy in this new, intrusive environment. If he didn't respect my personal space, I wouldn't be able to stay here for long.He mumbled a half-hearted apology before retreating to his bed. He fell back onto it with a thud, the mattress creaking under his weight. I pulled out my phone and showed him a picture of Riley. "This is my girlfriend back home," I explained, purposely looking a little gushy over her as I showed him. "She gave me these, told me to keep something to remind me of her. You know how it is." He chuckled and said, "Alright, man," then rolled ov