After an eventful day at school with me avoiding and ignoring my friends and my sister, I finally walk towards the front doors of the administration’s building where we can see the road. I don’t think I have the courage to face them after all the things I said.
If this were a normal day, I would’ve gone home with Jace or Jeremiah. The odds aren’t really in my favor.
“Make way, people! I’m coming through!” Valerie’s voice booms through the crowd. “Nikki! Wait!”
I stop in my tracks and look back at the sea of teenagers in the corridors. Some were just causing more traffic by speaking to each other in the corridors instead of discussing it somewhere else. I spot Valerie’s dirty blonde hair and her hand raising her phone. I wait for her at the wall near the fire extinguisher. Let’s just assume that we’ll be heading home together.
Valerie arrives in front of me, catching her breath while holding onto her knees. “Hoo! That was rough. Chris will be coming to
“Is this the vampire you spoke of?” A woman with light blonde hair questions the werewolf who hired her. The vampire is slumped down on the ground, her back leaning on the brick wall. The hunters placed a shackle on her bony limbs with its chain attached to the walls. Her eyes were closed and sunken, indicating that it's been a while since she feasted properly on human blood. Her black hair is in a mess and her skin looked pale. Overall, it seemed like she was closer to the brink of death. “Did you perhaps use a hallucinogen on her?” The vampire mutters, “Master, forgive me.” ‘So she has a master. This person fell victim to the schemes of the higher-ups.’ the witch thinks. She squats behind a yellow line where the werewolf told her was a safe zone, feeling uncomfortable with her jeans. Sighing, she complains internally, ‘I should have worn something more comfortable. Why did Zinnia even set me up with this job?’ The g
Tuesday begins and oddly, Valerie and Chris have been quiet. Chris did not return home at all last night, despite his promise in teaching me about werewolf stuff. I guess he had a more important pack business to attend to. Chris came back to the house this morning though and he has been so tensed up ever since. Valeriewas alerted about the situation last night, so after our little werewolf lesson, had to end earlier than I expected. She went out last night, too, which is why she’sdozing off in the passenger seat. “Did something happen last night that I don’t know about?” I ask the two the moment the car turns on the last corner to get to school. Chris’s grip on the steering wheel tightly and his jaw tenses up before he replies, “There’s a problem at the packhouse. Stay with your friends or with Valerie while at school. We don’t want anything to happen to you.” I open my mouth to reply but it turns out we’ve already arrived in front of the
The silence of the corridors makes the ambiance of the school eerie. Yet, I cannot find it within me to proceed to the classroom yet. I never should have searched up online about those animal attacks happening around town. The photos of the victims should definitely not have been posted on the news. Anyone who hates gory stuff, like me, should stay away from those. Is this the type of life I’d be leading now? Werewolves, vampires, and magic—I don’t think it’s possible to deal with these things without expecting bloodshed. For all I know, those animal attacks were probably caused by any of the three. I close my eyes and the images of the decapitated head of the humans enter my mind. A throbbing sensation pulsates in my head and I shiver at the thought. I feel my stomach churn once again. I already threw up my lunch. If I hurl any more than what I already have, I might end up puking my guts out instead. Maybe I should go to the infirmary instead
“Here’s the key to the storage room, Mr. Zyris.” I place the key with the labeled keychain on his table, not waiting for him to take it from me. “I made sure to lock the door.” The image of my mother along with the other members of her committee flashes in my head once again. I don’t want to assume that they’re hiding anything from me, especially after the whole werewolf thing. But what if what I’m speculating is true? The guilty face Leandre had after I told her the girl who looked wasn’t my mom made me feel uneasy. Did he yet again reveal another secret my family is hiding? He puts his phone down and gazes right into my eyes with an eerie smile on his face. “Thank you for returning the key, Ms. Summers. Please do have a good evening.” “You, too, Mr. Zyris.” I send a small smile his way. He shows me a toothy grin, his ocean blue eyes turning crimson red once again which makes me look away. The thumping in my chest increases as I practically r
Leila continuously sways her feet together, her upper limbs on both sides of her thighs supporting her weight. Diverting her attention from the quiet Alpha in front of her, she scans the entirety of his home office. Much to her dismay, she wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of his office in the packhouse. She glances at Chris, who still sits silently, his eyes now on her. Is he taunting me? Is he doing this so I’ll explain more about the vampire? If so, what else haven’t I told him?She huffs and places her hands on her hips. "For the umpteenth time, I have no idea what else was wrong with the goddamned vampire!" Leila declares as she slams her hands on the wooden table, strands of her light blonde hair falling in front of her eyes. Her face has become reddish at her outburst, her heart thumps strongly inside her ribcage at the thought of the dead. “I already told you what I know and if you interrogate me more about the vampire I accidentally killed
“I did not expect you to ask for an audience so soon, Mr. Roberts,” Chris calmly says as he reviews the documents on his table. Leandre stands straight in front of the Alpha, suppressing his aura. When speaking to the Alpha of another pack, one must control his aura especially when surrounded by his pack members. This has always been done to ensure that he is not a threat to the pack. “Good afternoon, Alpha Summers.” Leandre bows his head respectfully. “I-” “I don’t like formalities,” Chris interrupts, closing the folder shut and placing it to the side. He puts his elbows on the table and rests his chin above his fingers. “Nikki has already introduced us yesterday anyway. Take a seat. I’ll have the Omegas bring in juice and cookies.” Leandre sits rigidly at the black leather sofa, ignoring his wolf’s complaints about suppressing him when it’s a conversation meant to discuss their mate. The thumping in his chest grows louder by the second and he
“Nikki! Get behind me!” Valerie commands as she takes a defensive stance. “When I deflect their attack, you run. Got it?” My eyes widen at what she said. “What? I’m not leaving you behind to fend off that thing!” I jab my finger in the brown wolf’s direction. It slowly approaches us, causing the beat of my heart to run wild and my chest to tighten. “Val. We might as well make a run for it. It doesn’t look like it’ll attack any sooner.” “Nikki, that werewolf is trying to take both of us.” We observe the pace of the werewolf as it examines our every move, circling around us. This doesn’t look good. The wolf is akin to those predators eyeing their prey before they attack. “VAL!” I scream as someone pulls on my hair and puts a knife near my throat. I drop the box and bottle in my hands and tried to pry the attacker’s arm away. I wince at the intensity of the pain and stiffen at the possibility of the knife cutting the veins on my neck. What the hell is th
The Blood Moon Pack warriors—men and women alike in comfortable garments— gather in the training area, fire setting ablaze the torches surrounding it. Though the packhouse had its own source of electricity, the training area did not—considering the fact that it is located right in the middle of the forest and that it's far away from the packhouse.The ground where they all stand is the very place where werewolves train in their wolf form. The light from the torches is enough to illuminate everyone's faces and keep them warm despite staying in their human forms. The younger pack warriors wonder why even the ones who have been inactive due to their family life are with them, but they decided to keep the thought to themselves. If the veteran warriors were there, this could only mean one thing—the meeting to be held will affect the pack gravely. Meetings in this area are called when emergencies—those that require the active participation of all the warriors— arise.