Author's POVThe room appeared tensed due to the awkward silence, none of them could bring themselves to speak. Charlie exhaled loudly, finally finding it in him to make a sound. He had received a call from Brenda asking him to come with Ester to the house. However, they had arrived and met about three unfamiliar people. Charlie couldn't tell if they were werewolves or humans. They could be any of the two, he would argue more human because there was no traces of the wolf scent in them. Only if they had mask it well enough. Neither Brenda or Damien had come down to attend to them yet and it was making Charlie feel impatient. Ester noticed her husband discomfort, she placed a hand on his knee to help him relax. "What's wrong?" She inquired. He gulped, "I don't know. I don't feel too good about coming here, what do you think is going on? It's too unnaturally quiet in here." "Just relax. It's not like there is anything to be worried about when it comes to Tephanie's parents. We have
PROLOGUE.Fierce heartbeats.Fast strides.Haggard breaths.Dripping sweats.She knew there was no turning back now. The only thing she regretted was not leaving sooner. she continued to run through the woods, torns and spikes of trees scaring her bare arms and legs. She knew her bare feet were already bleeding but she couldn't stop and couldn't care less. All she thought about, all she cared about then was the little boy running beside her.Countless times, amidst the heat of hurry, she glanced over at the poor little boy fighting to reach her strides. She had brought this all upon him. She shouldn't have involved him. He was still too young!She held onto the tender little hand of the boy, the sweats accumulated over time threatening to separate their hands but she held on tight.Smashing a twig on the floor, she snapped her head forward and saw the fallen tree trunk. She's close now. She's going to make it.The boy steals a glance at his mother once again, his heart beating more th
Anger. I felt the urge to retaliate, to split his whole body into two. But just then, I remembered that would be the dumbest thing to do right here in the open. Charlie says not to ever get noticed. He'd said "not everybody loves to have werewolves lurking around the neighborhood""Patrick! What is wrong with you?!"I heard boots urgently skating towards me and a second later, she's kneeling before me and grabbing my arm. I'm forced to look up at her but all I see is her hairs as she's turning towards scumbag and saying "do you always have to do this Patrick?""Get away from there, kitty" he yelled."No! You get away from me, okay?" She snapped. She pulled at my arm and I let her lift me off the floor.She starts pulling at my arm and dragging me towards a store.The moment we stepped into the dimly lit room, I smelled the reeking odor of native medicines all over the room. Even though I wasn't hurt at all, I let her lead me to a booth around the corner of the packed room. Heads snap
Alessia.Stepping out from the black cab that pulled up right in front of the fountain before my lawn, I couldn't help the feelings inside of me. I felt strange all of a sudden and I felt goosebumps ripple through my exposed legs. The night felt crispy cold. Tonight had been a disaster. Again.Watching the enormous mansion I lived in as I walked up the long, wide steps, I couldn't help feel that same feeling I always felt on my birthdays. Loneliness. I shared a huge mansion with an extended family yet it always feels so lonely. Maybe it's because I live with my mother's family and not with my birth father's.My mother, Miranda Winters divorced my birth father eight years ago. I'd never seen him ever since. She remarried Phil afterwards and he moved in here. My mother was a strong and fearless woman and it was hard to live with her as I grew older but I don't exactly have any choice or any say in my life. The people around me pretty much run my life for me. My mom who irrevocably tell
Alessia.The Winters were known for over centuries before my existence of its strict principles. We were known as the werewolf hunters. While my great great great grandfather invented the wolf hunting system decades ago and termed himself the wolf slayer, he had left his empire in the hands of sons after sons, daughters after daughters.My grandfather, Gregory Winters had left most of the family traditions to my mother who happened to be his first child and his succeeding heir. My mother was a strong woman and obviously the apple of her father's eye. While Gregory had retired from most of his work, now staying up in Denver, completely trusting this whole thing to his children, it's only right to think he's living the dream.My mother, being the first child and irrespective of gender had inherited her father's hunting empire, taking over many of his positions. My grandfather had built this mansion and it had remained a safe den for the extended family. Even when the daughters gets marr
Collin.For a hundred years I've lived with the same memory of the same event. When I close my eyes, it's the same set of eyes. When I open to listening, it's the same high-pitched voice I hear.Moving to places whenever people started to catch on about our secrets was a thing that I always hated. But here in Fox, things suddenly seem so different. It's hard to ignore the voice inside my head that keeps whispering to me, telling me that our run is over, telling me that there's much more to find and love here, telling me my answers are all here. New Orleans had been a special place to be at and I'd stayed there for over many years before leaving for Tokyo. Being a werewolf, we always had to be on the low, hiding from our shadows, hiding from the events of the past that haunted us, hiding from mistakes that is a constant reminder that being a werewolf isn't a blessing, it's a curse. During your long lifeline, where always and forever is inevitable to you, you realize that's just punish
I sat behind the desk, peering into the computer in front. Alessia. The name remained a constant reminder of something, something that kept popping up in my head. And I just knew I had to meet her again. I didn't care what I had to do.I went on Facebook, trying to get to know more about her. Of course, when I typed Alessia, asides getting the spelling wrong severally, I got several people with the same name. It was frustrating. Just when I thought of giving up the search, Alessia Winters pops up in front of the screen. And I knew it had to be her instantly.Alessia Winters.I clicked on her profile and alas, the image of this woman on the displayed picture. She had her brown hairs in a ponytail, her shirt bearing the design of horizontal black and white strips, its ends tucking into a pale blue jeans rim. She has a smile on her perfectly pink lips, her eyes seeming much smaller as she smiled into the camera. At the corner end of her lip was a deepening point, like a little dimple. S
»»»Flashback«««He knew he couldn't make it, he felt his limbs go weaker and number, he felt his heart ponder within the walls of his chest, couldn't recognize his own breathing. But he ran anyway.The leaves in the woods slapped his face and bare arms as he continued to run, trying every possible way to meet the pace of his mother who ran ahead, her hand almost glued to his as she lead them through the bushes.The darkness always terrified him but he had no time to think about how dark the woods looked nor how much pain his feet were experiencing. He hadn't had the time to put on his shoes when his mother pulled him out of the house.But it's been forever since they started running. He didn't think the bad guys were still coming after them. But his mother won't stop running. He wanted to tell her to stop, to tell her he's tired but he could barely catch his breath.Suddenly, he could see through the trees from each sides as they continued to run. He could see the figures