Abigail's p. O. V;I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me. I write novels under the pen name 'phoenix' My novels are about werewolves attacking humans. Since I don't like werewolves I started writing about them in a bad way to vent out my anger on them. Recently, I've been working on a book named, 'Desire for thirst' in which werewolves attack their prey when they are in rut. My work in this genre has been gaining more exposure because I've made it very clear that I don't like werewolves.I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience

Abigail's p. o. v:Dad woke me up from the couch and asked, "Why are you sleeping here? go and sleep in your room." I sat straight and thought about Mr Gonzalo. Dad sat beside me and asked, "Abby, is everything alright?"I shaked my head and said, "No, dad."He lifted my face by holding my chin and asked, "What happened?"I moved closer to him and hugged him. he patted on my back while asking, "Abby, why are you crying? What happened in the school? Did you get bullied again?"I let go of him, shook my head no and cried."Come on, Abby. tell me," he said as I kept wiping my tears.I stood up and said, "You're wrong, dad. This place is trash. it is no place to live. we shouldn't have stayed here at all."Dad looked at me and asked, "Tell me What happened, Abby?"I looked at him with teary eyes and said, "Mr Gonzalo was dead because of me, dad." and cried again."Abby, what are you saying?"I told him what happened back in school while crying. He gave me a hug and said, "You didn't d

Abigail's dad p. O. V;Dad, "How many days are you going to be like this, Abby?"She didn't respond and laid on the bed like a log.I sat beside her and said while caressing her hair, "You haven't come out of your room all day. You aren't eating much either."Seeing her being like this hurts me a lot. Even though I did so much for her, I couldn't make her forget her mom's death. I know it's a terrible thing for a ten year old girl to see her mother dying in front of her but I don't know how to make her forget about it. I was sitting beside her, rubbing her back softly. I had stopped asking after a while, and we sat in silence until finally I sighed and said, "Well, I've got some work to do so I guess I'll leave you alone for now."After she nodded, I stood up from the bed and began heading towards the door. Before I turned to walk out of the room though, I paused and looked back at her and said. "Just remember to eat, okay? You're not getting any younger." And walked out of her room.

Abigail's P. O. V;A week later, Aiden said while holding my hands, "I brought you here to change your mind but why are you being like this?"He asked me, his eyes full of concern. I couldn't tell him what was going on in my head. "What is there to be changed about? You're the one who's always trying to talk me out of it." I replied.The way he looks at me and holds my hands tells another story. It means he is serious with what he says, something I know well. I was in his place only a month ago.He took a deep breath as if gathering courage or something, "Please tell me you'll at least think about it." He pleaded."Because I love you and you deserve better than that. Don't forget, the world doesn't care who we fall for as long as we can make them happy." Aiden said and his eyes got teary at the end."But they already do know and what if it ends badly?" I asked with a shaky voice.Aiden sighed "Then at least we would have tried everything we could to make things right." He pulled me

Abigail's p. O. V;I woke up from the bed and looked outside the forest . The sky was clear and the moon still had a little bit of light. I could barely see my reflection in the mirror because the sun was so bright that morning. My hair was a mess of frizz and it took me a few minutes to untangle myself from the sheets, only to have my hands immediately find their way to my face. I walked around the treehouse to take a look around . It was pretty empty now. There was only one bunk bed, which made sense seeing how i wasn’t planning on sleeping there anymore after what happened last night. Sleeping with a big wolf was neither comfortable nor bad. Just... Weird at the moment. The room was small enough for one person but not big enough to get into another person's space. In fact, if there were some more people, we would have been sharing. At least that was what I thought when I went into the room alone. I couldn'T help but think about how much better things might've been like this. Not