B2—CHAPTER 4—A MOAN IN THE FORM OF HIS NAME

Celeste wiped the sweat from her forehead, smirking over at Xavier. "Did I do better?"

"Yes...yes...you did, now get off the training grounds Celeste, it's getting late."

"But I'm not done yet."

"Come Celeste."

"No, I'll just stay a minute longer before showering and going to bed."

"Haven't you heard?" Xavier asked, stepping closer to her to whisper..."There's a ghost in the bathroom."

"W-What?"

"It comes at 8:00 then just vanishes at 12:00. The pack members must've not told you because they didn't want you to feel scared, but it stands in front of the mirror for an hour long before it starts brushing it's blackish teeth and then it takes a shower and hum around the bathroom halls until 12:00 strikes. It has never harmed any of us, but it's ugliness could give anybody a heart attack."

Celeste laughed at him, the sound holding a bit of nervousness. "You're lying, aren't you?"

Xavier shook his head. "I do