I tried to control my erratic breathing, seeing Mike at the clearing. I thought about the ominous feeling of being watched, and I pinned it as Mike following me like a creep. It was mildly unsettling. “Quit glaring,” he snapped at me. I pushed forward, and soon a foot from him. “I will do so when you stop being a creep,” I shot back. He gave me one of his icy looks. Apparently, he thought I was being slightly ridiculous about this, or maybe childish and it annoyed me. “How so?” He asked calmly, stepping away from me, and looking into the deep of the forest. I gritted my teeth together, as I followed hot after him. “You literally just sprang up from me out of nowhere. I think that’s a solid reason to call you a creep,” I shouted at him. He said nothing. He lowered himself to the ground, and then broke a harmless twig. He put it close to his face like he was running some sort of science experiment on it, and that annoyed me so much for some reason. “I don’t even know why you bro

For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Mike’s hands around me was the only guarantee I had that I was still alive, and breathing. My fingers clawed through his skin. I wanted to shrink into him in hope to disappear, but I was still there in the middle of the dark forest. “Mike?” I questioned, my tongue clammy in my mouth. His fingers slowly touched my arm, and then, I was thrust away from him. “Run,” he said with such urgency worse than the first time he had said that word. I didn’t wait. I ran. I could feel him behind me, hoarding me from any form of danger. It only made me run blindly. I was slightly weak thanks to the wolfsbane, but it didn’t stop me from pushing forward. I can’t stop now. I had an insane urge to look back, and see if there were any lurking dangers in the shadow, but I stilled myself against it. This wasn’t the time to let my emotions get the best of me. I need to run, and that is all I would do; run. At a boulder, before the big leap to the human world, I felt a h

Maybe life played tricks or treats when it wishes to, but right now I couldn’t decide which was which. The beauty that was oblivious of me. I gasped once more, pulling Mike’s attention towards me. But, still my attention was still on Chloe. This was where she went every night. This was where she sought refuge. Chloe was a part of the wolf-hunters, and I hadn’t gotten an inkling. The whole thing had been right under my nose. The fact she liked a dark sort of fashion, and was never home. I realised now, she had been overly accommodating. Thinking about this, made me so anxious. Was all these a lie? She had been thinking about… No, I can’t think of any of those things now. I peered my eyes closer, and noticed that a crossbow was infused to her thigh. She wasn’t the only one with that weapon, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling that she had been the one who shot at us. I shivered slightly. I could scarcely feel Mike hand squeezing mine to offer some solace. All I knew was the thought

I stood at the gate, long after Mike had gone down the routes. I had acted like I was going into the dorm, but I didn’t. I was too uptight to actually go into my room, lie on a bed and pretend that all was ok. I didn’t know what time it was. But, it should be midnight by now. That would make perfect sense for the hours lost. “How did I get here?” I asked myself as I rested on the gate. Nothing was making sense. A part of me knew Mike was right, but I wasn’t willing to accept it. I wanted to believe that Chloe will never hurt me. But, what if she does? I pulled away from the gate, and then took a walk around my school environment. I needed to clear my head and think. I walked around, with my hands placed on my thin waste. I couldn’t imagine the type of energy that thrummed my veins. I should be tired, but I wasn’t. My senses were so sharp, and acute. “I need you to help me discern if Chloe would hurt me or not?” I ordered. Nothing happened. I guess I was slowly becoming paranoid.

I’d do anything to proof Mike wrong, but I couldn’t deny the tingle I had felt. It was as really as a part of my skin. I couldn’t switch it off if I wanted. I just couldn’t. Yet, I managed to walk away from him, for my pride wouldn’t take anything less. I went to a marathon of classes, careful to erase my thoughts of the previous day, and consequent drama that followed. I don’t want to suffer in my professional life like I was doing in my personal life. It would kill me. Well, the resolve came late, because this was my last class. I picked up my things, and walked out as quickly as I could. My subconscious kept looking out to Mike, and it annoyed me. I didn’t want to see his face after how he had spoken to me. It hadn’t been right. I did my best to put my head down as I passed multitude of students on my way out. There was no telling who might know me in the crowd, and I didn’t want anyone to know me. I wanted to blend, to remain insignificant to them. It was important that I did.