Matt Matt was getting tired of these endless meetings. Meetings meant more attacks. More attacks meant more innocent lives lost. It was like a more gory version of "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie."He would much rather be talking to Rose. While she hadn't ghosted him again, there was definitely something going on. She said she was just busy, but Matt knew her better than that. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but these meetings were getting in the way. Couldn't the werewolf just take a night off?Matt looked around the room at his friends. They were all armed to the teeth. If he looked close enough, he could see the outlines of their hidden guns and knives. If he hadn't had so much training, he probably wouldn't have seen them at all.They may have been at a slight disadvantage, physically, in their human form, but werewolves could just as easily be killed with a well-placed bullet. The chances of anyone on their side rose exponentially if they duked it out in wolf form.Even when

My head was throbbing. That was the first thing that I noticed. The second thing I noticed was that I was on something soft, but firm. It felt like an old mattress and when I opened my eyes, I saw that I was right.A thin white sheet covered me. It hardly provided me with any warmth in the cold, damp room. I shivered as I sat up, dragging the sheet to my chin as I looked around me. A single hanging bulb hung from the ceiling, illuminating the space in a dim light.The walls were made out of gray stone, water trickling down in fine lines in random places. The floor was cement and I took a small amount of comfort that this was man-made and not some cave in the middl

MattMatt leaned against the building wall, his head thrown back to the bricks. He closed his eyes as he tried not to be overwhelmed by the information that they had just received. They had just confirmed that the werewolf from before was back. All the attacks going on around campus were due to the same wolf.Was having one normal year of college too much to ask for? He didn't want to deal with any of this shit. He just wanted to play hockey, hang out with his friends, go to class…and, of course, talk to Rose. And the one person he wanted to confide in, he couldn't because she had no idea that werewolves existed. Much less that he

CelesteI was so nervous. The Masquerade Ball was in about an hour and while I, Celeste, had been banned from going, I, Rose, had not. Jack had already left so I was free to start getting ready.The dress I had picked out was my most daring by far. While I didn't much like the limelight, nobody there would know that I was Celeste. All they would know is that I was Matt's girlfriend. And Matt's girlfriend had to live up to those standards.The dress was blood red, dripping in glittering fake rubies. Gold embroidery swirled around the rubies, looking like magic spells. It had what sta

CelesteI had lost my freedom completely. I had lost Matt completely. I had lost all of my chances to be happy. It felt like my life was over and maybe it was.Jack didn't let me leave the house without an escort. He had spies all over the campus. I couldn't deviate from my normal schedule, even if it was just for a bathroom break, without getting an irate call asking me what I was doing.But that wasn't the worst consequence of being outed as Rose. I hadn't seen Matt since the ball and he was ignoring all of my calls and texts. It was like I had ceased to exist to him.