Claude’s PovVictoria and Tasha had been standing outside when they heard the commotion. They had followed Denver outside and watched as he confronted Claude and Eric. Tasha couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she watched her spell take effect. It had worked perfectly, causing Denver to believe that Claude was cheating on him.The three of them stared at each other, each one feeling a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. Just then, Victoria interrupted the moment. "Is everything alright?" she asked.Denver shook his head in the negative. "No, everything's not alright," he said, still feeling hurt and betrayed.Victoria put her arms around him, trying to comfort him. "What's going on? Tell me."Denver hesitated for a moment before finally admitting, "Claude... she's been seeing Eric."Victoria looked surprised. "What? But I thought you and Claude were-""I thought so too," Denver interrupted, feeling a pang of sadness in his chest. "But apparently, she's been leading me on
Denver held Victoria by the waist as they walked into the party, Claude couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched them. She had always harbored feelings for Denver, but she thought he would hurt her.As soon as they reached the entrance, Denver lsmi and turned to face Victoria. "I only said we were dating to make Claude jealous," he said weak before walking away, leaving Victoria standing there with her mouth hanging wide open.Anger and pain surged through Victoria as she watched him disappear into the crowd. She couldn't believe he would use her like that, just to make another girl jealous. She had always thought Denver was better than that, but apparently, she was wrong.Tasha came up beside her and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't worry, this is just the beginning of our plans. Soon enough, he won't be able to think about Claude," she said with a mischievous glint in her eye.Victoria took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She didn't want to ruin her n
Claude shuffled through the papers in her hand as she watched her classmates filter out of the exam hall. She hadn't done too badly on the test, but her mind was preoccupied with a strange feeling she had encountered Lady Macbeth earlier. As the last student exited the room, Claude took a deep breath and made her way over to Lady Macbeth, who was still sitting at her desk, sorting through the exam scripts. "Excuse me, Lady Macbeth?" Claude said tentatively. The older woman looked up and smiled warmly at her. "Yes, dear? Is there something I can help you with?" Claude hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to broach the subject. But she figured she had nothing to lose. "I was wondering if I could ask you about something that happened if we've met before?" she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Lady Macbeth's expression shifted slightly, becoming more guarded. Suddenly, Lady Macbeth reached into her purse and pulled out a small photo. She handed it to Claude, her eyes fixed on
Claude was standing by her locker, flipping through her textbooks, when Nuella walked up to her. She was surprised to see her, as they didn't usually talk much. "Hey, Claude," Nuella said, flashing a smile. "What's up?"Claude returned the smile, but it quickly diminished, for the picture was bothering her. She held out the picture that she had been looking at, and showed it to Nuella."Who do you see in this picture?" she asked.Nuella looked at the picture for a moment, studying it closely. Claude watched her face for any reaction, but Nuella didn't seem to show any recognition."I don't know," Nuella finally said, handing the picture back to Claude. "Who is it?"Claude's heart sank a little. She had been hoping that Nuella would recognize the girl in the picture, but it seemed like she was the only one who could see her."I thought maybe it was Tasha," Claude said, her voice barely above a whisper.Nuella frowned, looking at Claude more closely. "Who's Tasha?"Claude took a deep
"We shouldn't" Nuella said, With a shrug Claude returned it then continued looking through the shelves.The library was smaller than she had imagined, with only a few shelves left standing. The rest lay in ruins, books strewn about in piles of decay. The air was thick with the scent of must and mold, and she could see cobwebs hanging from the ceiling.As Nuella walked over to one of the shelves and picked up a book, it crumbled to pieces and fell at her feet. Claude winced, feeling a twinge of sadness at the loss of such an ancient piece of knowledge.Nuella brushed off her hands and continued to search through the debris, pulling out books and inspecting them. Claude walked over to the shelves and examined them more closely. At the end of the room, she saw two large wooden carvings - a witches triangle and a pentagon. It was clear that this was a library used by witches, and she couldn't help but feel a little awed by the history of the place.She reached out and picked up a book, tr
"This can't be it," she muttered, flipping through the pages. "There has to be more than just this one war between werewolves and witches."The book was totally empty, the pages were blank, she kept flipping till the end and everything was void.Nuella looked disappointed too. "It doesn't say much, but at least it isn't nothing."Claude nodded, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. This book was supposed to be the key to unlocking her past life, but it only seemed to raise more questions.She flipped through the rest of the pages again, hoping to find some clue or hint that might help her understand her last life. But they were all blank, every last one of them."This is new information altogether," Claude muttered, her disappointment growing. "One that doesn't help me understand who Vladimir was or what he wanted from me or why I was the only one who could recognize Tasha.""Maybe everything that's happening to you is caused by witches," Nuella suggested.Claude
Clautime of roaned as she slowly opened her eyes, the throbbing pain in her head was unbearable. She reached for her phone on the nightstand, only to realize that she had missed her alarm and was already an hour late for her test. "Shit!" she cursed, jumping out of bed in a panic.She rushed to the bathroom to take a quick shower, hoping that the cold water would help alleviate the headache. As she got dressed, she grabbed any book she could find and hurried out the door, running to school as fast as she could.The hallways were empty and silent, just like it was meant to be during exam time. Claude rushed to her classroom, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized that the door had been locked and the exam had already begun.She waved her hand, trying to grab the attention of her teacher, but she was too busy watching the other students. Claude's eyes darted around the room in desperation, hoping for a way to get inside and salvage what was left of her test.Denver noticed Clau
AUTHOR'S POVClaude walked away from Denver and Tasha this was what she wanted.As she turned a corner, she bumped into Eric, one of her classmates. He smiled at her and asked how her test went. His cheerful demeanor managed to dissolve her gloomy mood, and she found herself smiling back at him."I don't think I did very well," she admitted, "but thanks for asking."Eric nodded sympathetically. "Don't worry, Claude. I'm sure you did better than you think. You've been studying so hard for this."They fell into an easy conversation as they walked towards the pack house. They talked about their other classes, their plans for the weekend, and everything in between. Claude was grateful for the distraction, and Eric's easygoing personality made it easy for her to forget about her exam for a little while.As they reached the pack house, they said their goodbyes. Claude watched as Eric walked away. She walked up to her room, hoping to find her witches' book so she could study for her next ex