I sat up sensing the change in the atmosphere and I got to my feet with the intention of showing them to the door but before I could speak. The door burst open and an unfamiliar scent made its way to us.   “Dad, is everything OK. I heard yelling,” a guy roughly around my age entered the living room. His words so heavy and strong.   I forced a chuckle. “Well ain’t this a lovely family reunion,” I said. I ran up the stairs and went to my room. Locking the door.   I stood frozen for a bit and then walked towards the window. The house was completely surrounded. Wolves of all shapes and sizes lingered, waiting for their alpha. I took a deep breath pushing away my tears and staggered back. I bumped into my bed and decided to sit there.   My tears fell without my permission. Falling one after the other until I was balling my eyes out. I laid in the center of my bed alone. I sniffed and grabbe

My heavy breathing echoed through my ears. Black spots fitted my eyes, I squeezed them shut and shook my head frantically in an attempt to clear my vision but it didn't help. A slow ache pierced my skull. I glanced at the curious faces around me. The dark spores that were left if the drakon clung to me like a magnet. I began to feel heavier and heavier. My hands tighten around the blade and I tried to stand on my feet but I stumbled. I glanced up again. Why weren't they helping me. I know it wasn't everyday, a person kills a drakon but it was a part of my job description. "A thank you, would at least suffice," I said loud enough for the shocked hellhounds to hear. Suddenly the school door opened and a few students started rushing outside. "No, get back! Get back into the school," Frost's ex yelled. The students backed away slowly, watching with curious eyes. "Isn't it dead," Frost suddenly appeared with Henry close behind her. "Kelly," she called, taking a few steps towards me.