Axel. As I arrive late for school again, walking through the nearly empty hallways, a wave of unease curls through me, I brace my mind for the impossible situation ahead.Ivy knows my secret. Shifting in school was reckless. Stupid, even. I’ve spent the past few days grinding through regret, wondering what will happen if that secret slips out. And this morning, I’ve made up my mind: my secret must not go beyond Ivy. It can't. I stumble into class halfway through Mrs. Cooper’s morning briefing. She pauses mid-sentence as I enter, and every head turns my way.“You’re late, Mr. Grey,” she says, lifting her glasses higher on the bridge of her nose.“I... yes. Sorry, Mrs. Cooper,” I mutter sheepishly. “I hope this is the last time it happens,” she says in a stern voice, then shifts her attention back to the class.I take the chance to weave between desks and slip into my usual seat behind Lucas.The moment I settle into the chair, my eyes drift toward the edge of the class where the Wa
Hayley. I try to calm the quiver in my belly as I pull my gaze away from the wall. Trudging back into the hallway, my senses struggle to make meaning of what I've just seen. It seems unbelievable, and yet... I'm certain of what I saw. Something is deeply, impossibly wrong. I know that much now. From the creature in the woods that moved like it was part of the night itself, and now to this—this show of inhuman strength... There’s more to all of it. And I need answers. I reach the classroom door and I'm just about to walk in when someone steps out, colliding into me. The books in my arms tumble to the floor.“Sorry—” I start to apologize, already bending down to gather them. Just then, I glance up and my eyes meet the figure I've just bumped into: ginger hair and a square jaw. Theo doesn’t say a word and we just stare at each other for a few seconds. When a familiar flutter stirs inside me from simply staring at his face, I blurt out a quick, “sorry,” and move to head inside. B
Hayley. As I make my way through the halls this morning, Greystone High is its usual rowdy self, with students moving about in every direction, bumping into each other, barely aware of who’s around them. But I’m used to this—this low-grade chaos.What I’m not used to is the sense of unease that’s clawing at me as I walk past clusters of people.I'm continuously glancing over my shoulder with a nagging feeling that I’m being watched clinging to me with every step. This unsettling feeling began two nights ago—since I was chased by that creature.I fold my arms tightly across my chest as the memory of that night floods my mind. I’d never been that scared before. A small chill streaks down my spine at the thought of those glowing golden eyes locked on me as I ran.And then there was the howl.A part of me wants to believe it was just a wolf, maybe one of the others I spotted that night. But this creature stood on its hind legs—almost like a bear. And yet, even while it stayed hidden deep
Hayley. “What? Not again,” I say to Corey, half-laughing. “I’m serious,” she grumbles, throwing the last piece of popcorn into her mouth before tossing the empty bucket into a nearby trash bin. “The movie had a terrible ending.” I shake my head, smiling. “The good guy ended up with the good girl, Corey. I don't see how that's bad.” “Yeah—except the good guy’s kind of a dummy,” she replies with a shrug. I can't help but laugh at her words. Classic Corey. Every movie has a “terrible” ending in her book. Sometimes I think she'd make a great career of being a movie critic. Night has fully settled now as we stroll down the street, surrounded by only a handful of other moviegoers drifting away from the theater. As we reach Corey’s street, I glance at her. “You think your mom’s going to be mad you stayed out this late?” She checks her phone. “Well, it’s only thirty minutes past curfew, but yeah—she’ll probably flip,” she says with a small grin. I stop to hug her goodbye. “
Hayley. It’s the first weekend of autumn, and my mind is fixated on the only plan I've got for the day: a movie outing with Corey. It's a simple distraction, really, just something to help push thoughts of Axel and our awkward fallout to the back of my mind. It’s been over a week since that wall quietly went up between us, and whilst it hurts, it would seem like that distance has brought something—no, someone else my way. Shane O’Connor. It still feels strange sometimes that someone like him would take interest in me. He’s everything I’m not; the poster boy for popularity, and the kind of guy people always whisper about. We’re total opposites, yet somehow, we get along perfectly. Corey thinks it’s a little bit odd—Greystone High’s bad boy suddenly interested in me. I know she’s not Shane’s biggest fan, but still, I wouldn’t call his attraction to me weird. I mean, it was surprising at first. But after days of texting back and forth, I’ve started to settle into the idea.
Axel. I sense the tackle coming before it even happens, but for some reason, I’m slow to react. Almost like my instincts are delayed.BAM.The opposing defender crashes into me headfirst, knocking me flat and snatching the ball midplay. As I lie on my back, my vision is blurry, the stadium's headlights stinging my eyes. I force myself upright and wave at the referee, hoping for a foul. He doesn’t call it—and he’s right. It wasn’t a foul.But I’m seething now. Not just from the hit. It’s everything. The whole situation with Hayley and Shane; it has me on edge much more than I know and my anger is bubbling over now. And in a split second, I do something reckless. I rise to my feet midplay and stride straight toward the player who just tackled me. Without thinking, I ram my shoulder hard into his face and he stumbles back, clutching his nose as blood begins to trickle down.The referee’s whistle cuts through the noise in the stands. He motions for a stoppage and rushes over to the dow