"What are you doing here?" asks Jake resignedly after I refuse to address Griffin. "Did you come here to gloat?"
"Well, I was supposed to come here to inform you that you'll either be exiled or exterminated this Saturday, but I'm sure that's a bit of a downer for all of you right now... so I'll try to start with some good news.
We all look at him dryly as he makes a big show of trying to think of something.
"Yeah, yeah we get it," I gasp, "nothing good for us offenders. I mean, we only found the human destined to save our entire werewolf race and essentially delivered her into your greedy hands.
"Now, now, not so fast." He laughs, "You seem to forget that you were actually trying to get her away from us when we caught you."
"Only because we were afraid something like this would happen to us."
"Look, don't get mad at me. I'm just the messenger," he warns, step
I watch him begin to walk away with a resignation that shocks me. Everything he said makes perfect sense. There's really no point in trying to save Mona.Griffin pauses for a second, then pivots to face me. "I'm sorry," he whispers, then quickly backs down the narrow stairs at the end of the hallway.Why did things have to end like this? Now even a half-breed coward feels... pity for me. I feel like the last of the werewolves, a criminal. Now that my fighting spirit has been sucked out, all that's left is a big gaping hole in my heart."Hey, I finished another hole!" Ray shouts, proudly showing us the new spot he made. I shake my head in dismay."Xavier, what are you going to do?" asks Jake in a low voice, the serious one of the group. He calmly observes my deformed appearance as a tear slowly begins to fall from my eye. Embarrassed, I brush it away."I don't know, James. I don't
I honestly tried to change myself.It has been difficult, of course. I've had a hard time stopping myself from lashing out at my teachers, but the way they've blamed me for my lack of progress over the past few days has really pissed me off.It's not like I haven't been in the garden for countless hours, forcing my restless mind to meditate as the rude Master Spier suggested. It's not as if I haven't studied the books on basic werewolf etiquette that Lady Miranda ordered me to read. And more importantly, it's not like I haven't participated in the daily task of scrubbing the prophecy I'm supposed to be a crucial part of about a million times. I hate the analysis class the most.It's the worst. I hate looking for things that simply do not exist.I don't really know what Mr. Vigilance hopes I'll find. He told me to do everything; to run my thumb over every letter of the original text to sleep with a co
Get up! You're about to miss your chance!I groan, holding my stomach unconsciously as my consciousness begins to return. From a night filled with love, my consciousness chuckles once more and beckons to the elusive figure standing a few feet away. She looks at him as he returns to the darkness, clearly desperate that her time with him has been cut short. With a sigh, she returns to me, releasing me from Sleep's bonds. My eyes pop open and a wave of nausea hits me hard. I choke, the air leaving my lungs. The pain worsens in my stomach and I collapse. What is this madness? What is wrong with me?The pain doesn't stop, paralyzing me until I'm just a heap on the floor. My breathing is strained and heavy, and I am unable to think. I look at my feet, then around me in a desperate search for water. There seems to be a pond about ten feet away from me, but it seems miles away in my terrible state. Something had to cause this.M
I have nothing to say. Nothing I wouldn't want to say. There are only meager feelings of jealousy left in my heart. I want to say that I desire to keep my guardian angel all to myself. But I can't.Because that's what it has to be. My angel, sent from Heaven to protect me.The thought brings a small smile to my lips, which leads to a wider smile on the handsome man's face. He reaches out, dips his hand in the water and rubs against my cheek with a rough thumb. And the strangest thing is that I really want him to do it again. For the moment of never ending.And he does, bringing his other thumb to my other cheek, rubbing his hands against my skin. It burns. It burns like nothing I've ever experienced before.It takes me a second to realize he's trying to wash the dirt and grime off of me. A carefully veiled excitement begins to occur in my mind. I want to see how far it goes. The real question is, how
An hour later, I am struggling to get out of this class, almost exhausted. This man has the ability to suck the life out of me, leaving absolutely nothing. He droned on for at least thirty minutes without stopping to consider the possible meanings of my dream. Well, this time I did it myself. I should be ashamed of myself.Now to get out of my etiquette class.I head to the room where Lady Miranda is attending to some papers cluttered on her desk. "Excuse me, Lady Miranda?" I ask, making my voice as sickly as possible. She seems to be nicer when I speak this way."Mona? Is that you?" She looks up, her features mesmerizing. Her emerald eyes contrast with flawless ivory skin and dark red lips, along with a swan-like neck and graceful body. To me, she is like an icy goddess."Yes, Lady Miranda." I curtsy awkwardly, and I think I see a tug of amusement at the corner of her closed mouth. "I'm not feeling
I start laughing as I run to him. "Be careful!" I yell, "You'll get hurt!" I leap into the air and push him out of the way. We crash into the wall, his body shielding me from any damage. I look into his brown eyes with relief. He seems to be the most human person here, and I love that more than anything."Get up..." groans Griffin, trying to get up from the floor. He looks hurt, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays the truth."What were you thinking, getting in front of that soldier?!" I step away from him, shaking him by the shoulders. "You could have died!""Would you miss me?" He winks as he slowly stands up."Yes. I'm going to miss you so much," I say sarcastically, drawing out my syllables. Then I yawn and his smile reappears."Missing me already, Chosen One?" he teases, and I punch him in the arm. He knows I hate it when he calls me that.Offering me his
We reach the entrance of a small room after a short while, having walked slowly but surely. It seems to be in the heart of the headquarters, several flights of stairs underground. It's a little scary, knowing that with every step I take, I'm getting closer to becoming a whole new person.It's hard to imagine what I'll be like when it's over. Will my personality change back to what it was before I met him...him? Will I keep everything but my memories?Griffin continues to try to explain the process of the ritual, but I'm distracted by the curious drawings dancing on the walls of this hallway. There are no other doors except for the one at the very end, which is rather strange. The door itself is huge, decorated with similar patterns around the edges. The whole layout of the headquarters confuses me. It's kind of like an upside down castle, with one plain floor above ground and many other beautiful floors below.We enter t
I feel nothing. I am nothing.The voices build up inside me until they are overwhelming, beating like the incessant echo of a drum. There is no value to my soul. I should just die now and let God condemn me forever.I can feel the heat rush to my face as these words run through my mind, the redness swallowing my cheeks. There is no clarity in these words, no reason of any kind. I doubt I could ever explain these logical fallacies.All I know is that these thoughts cannot be true. There is nothing words can do to bring me down. The nastiness must stop now. No weakness will be accepted.A sound erupts to my right and a battle begins immediately.My eyes open and the harsh vision rebukes me like the side of a sharp sword. Immediately, I jump to my feet as focus returns, trying to examine my potential opponent. Surely he knows he won't be able to catch me