Nathan“We should pull out.”Ronan sighed from where he sat lazily across the armchair, his legs dangling over one side. He put down his book and looked at me.“Why would we pull out?”“We’re you not just listening to me?” I cried in exasperation.“Yes, I was listening,” he replied calmly, “but I didn’t hear anything that made me think we should pull out.”“There was a human trespassing!” I shouted back, while I resumed my pacing.Even as I said it, I knew I was overreacting. And I hated that. I, Nathan Blake, did not do over-reacting.Ronan narrowed his eyes at me. “Are you sure there’s not something else you’re failing to tell me?”I’d been Ronan’s Beta for nearly a year now, after his dad retired, and he knew this was not normal behaviour for me. I immediately felt myself tense up.“No, of course not. You know how we like to keep humans out of our business. It’s just too risky.”Ronan sighed again but stood up and walked over to me.“I’m going to ignore the fact your hiding s
ColeHave you ever had that feeling that you’ve made the wrong decision, and that something bad was going to happen?Well I had that feeling in spades right now.Natalie had resorted to actually physically dragging me towards the house.“Come on Cole, it won’t be that bad,” she tried.“It is already,” I said, listening to the loud music booming out of the house in front of us.“Look,” she said, suddenly turning to face me and grabbing both of my hands, “I promise that I’ll not leave you on your own, and if after an hour you still hate it, we’ll leave. Deal?”I wanted to scream ‘Hell No!’ and run in the opposite direction, but I knew that wasn’t being fair. Natalie was trying her best with me, and so it was only fair that I did the same.“An hour?” I repeated, just to make sure.“Yes, an hour,” she replied.“Ok, it’s a deal,” I said, holding out my hand for her to shake.Natalie broke out into a grin and shook my hand before linking her arm with mine.I took a deep breath as we enter
Nathan I could feel Percy’s eyes glaring at me as I drove back to the hotel we were staying in. I kept my scowl fixed on the road ahead of me. After several minutes of silence, Percy finally spoke. “So are you going to tell me what that was all about then?” he asked. “That was about me being pissed off at having to go and get your sorry ass out of trouble...again!” “Again? That was the first time in about 2 months!” Percy argued back. I laughed, but it was full of sarcasm. “You say that like it’s a good thing. Never would be a good thing!” “And it’s not like I was getting in trouble. It was just a party.” “Yes, a college party! And you’re just 16!” I shot back. Percy had been trouble ever since he turned 14. He was your basic rebel. Always looking to break the rules, always looking to be different from everyone else. On the whole it didn’t bother me. Only when I got dragged in to help did it start to grate a bit. He also looked older than 16, and that didn’t help. It meant th
ColeSomeone was after me. It was dark so I couldn’t see.“Oh Coley boy, where are you?!” they taunted in the darkness.I stumbled around, holding my hands out to feel something, anything. I found a wall, and followed it until I got the the edge. It turned 90 degrees to the right and then I was stood in a corridor. The corridor at my school.“Cole! Come out, come out wherever you are!” came the voice again. Only this time I knew who it was. It was Keith Middleton. Homophobe and bully of the worst kind.I felt my knees start to tremble as I ran down the corridor, frantically trying the door handles to each of the classrooms.Locked.Locked.Locked.“Come on,” I willed, as I tried the last one.The door opened and I felt relief wash over me as I ran in.I glanced round the room and instantly froze on the spot.The classroom was full of cages, and in each of the cages was a rabbit, all with their eyes staring right at me.I felt a shiver travel up my body and was about to bolt back
JoelI liked him instantly.He was cute as well.But he gave off an “I’m taken” vibe.I smiled to myself as I headed towards the address written on the scrap of paper in my pocket.I hoped I would meet him again sometime.I strode with purpose to the street I had already passed by several times over the last week. I was going to do it this time though. There was no turning back.I walked up the street looking at all the doors and the numbers on them until I stopped outside number 15. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket just to double check. I don’t know why as the address had been engraved into my memory for the last 18 months.I looked at the small cottage terrace in front of me. It was what people would probably call ‘quaint’. It looked small but pretty. There were sky blue shutters pinned back next to the small windows and the royal blue door was situated under a small porch with a pitched roof.The garden in front of the property was small but tidy, with some ceramic
ColeA ‘Sold’ sign had appeared outside Highfield Hall less than a week after I had nearly been caught trespassing, and then just a couple of weeks later it became alive with a swarm of activity.There were diggers and bulldozers, cranes and cement mixers, and lots of other machinery that I didn’t even know the name of.It broke my heart a little to see my peaceful haven being so disrupted.I peered daily over the wall, to see what they were doing, but I never ventured inside.As time passed, the warning my dad gave me seemed to diminish in significance, as many threats from parents do, but I knew I would have to have a death wish to go into the grounds while there was so much work going on.Two months later, and most of the external work on the Hall had been completed, and they were now working on the inside.The heavy machinery had gone, and in its place was a renovated building that had been brought back to life, back to its former glory.As much as I resented the intrusion, I coul
Nathan“FUCK IT!” I roared, while smashing the shit out of an old wooden dining chair.“Oh, I hope that wasn’t an antique,” came an annoyingly prissy voice from behind me.“I hope it fucking was,” I growled back.I looked over at Ronan and shot him my best warning glare.“Now, now, my little brooding beast, you know that ‘this’” he said waving his arms towards me, with his nose in the air, “is not my, nor that chair’s fault.”“Then who’s fucking fault is it then? Because I’m just looking to smash someone’s face in right now.”“Then go find a mirror you dumb prick!” Ronan snapped back, clearly losing patience with my insolent behaviour.I couldn’t trust my mouth or my fists, so I stormed straight out of the room, bumping Ronan’s shoulder on the way out.I kept going at a military pace until I was deep in the woods, then I changed into my wolf and ran. I knew I couldn’t run far like this in broad daylight, so I ran fast and hard, pounding out my frustration in a huge burst of adrenalin
Cole“What’s for tea Dad?” I asked, after my stomach had growled for like the fiftieth time.“Oh, did I not say?” he replied, “Miranda’s coming over with takeout. I told her to get you a Jalfrezi, is that ok?”“Oh, great!” I said enthusiastically. Who doesn’’t love a takeaway curry?“Oh, and Miranda’s son is also coming.”I frowned while trying to remember if I had ever heard of their being a son. Nope, I was pretty sure I hadn’t heard him mentioned before.“She has a son?” I asked.“Yes, he lived with his dad, but please don’t mention anything about it will you?”“I’m not stupid!” I reminded my dad. It wasn’t so much that I wasn’t stupid, more that I would avoid any socially awkward conversations at all cost.Even if he did live with his dad, I still found it odd that he had never come up in conversation before.“How old is he?” I asked.“Erm, about your age I think, or maybe a little older.”“Have you met him before?” I asked.“Yes, briefly, he’s going to be working on one of m