ログインWhat do you make of Hayley's dreams?
HAYLEY If anyone else had walked in on me reading a book on Lycanthropy Folklore, I'd be drowning in questions about it by now. But it was Corey who found me by the library, so I knew I was safe. She probably didn't even know what the word lycanthropy meant. “Whatchu’ doing?” She asks through a mouthful. I stare at her, my gaze moving to the cookie in her hand. “You know eating in here is against the rules, right?” “The rule is to not be found eating here, Hayley,” she winks.I roll my eyes, suppressing a smile, as I bring my gaze back to the book in front of me. After an hour of reading, I've grasped nothing other than silver being harmful to werewolves, thanks to the noisy state of the library.The usually quiet study hall is a hub of hushed conversations today—conversations, no doubt about the most recent murder scare in the woods two nights ago. The school authorities have been very tight-lipped with what really happened on the night of the game. But that secrecy has only fue
AXELThe sins of your blood are upon you.A locker door slams shut nearby. High above, a banner for an upcoming event sways from the ceilings. Laughter drifts down the hall. Two security staff barrel past me, chasing a boy on a skateboard. The world tilts lazily, my senses barely registering any of it. You can't hide from me. A girl bumps into me—or I bump into her—jolting my thoughts in place. “Watch where you're going!” she snaps, rubbing her shoulder. “Sorry. I'm really sorry—” But the girl is halfway down the hall already, clearly not interested in whatever apology I'm mustering. Of course. As it's been for the past two days, everything around me is a blurry, chaotic mess. Mentally, I feel trapped in the chilling events from the night of the game, and the feeling is only made worse by the haunting words of the shadowy lycan. Hard as I try to shake it off, Dreadborn's warning gnaws at the back of my mind like a restless vermin, threatening to consume me whole. Shane and his
NARRATIVE POVSheriff McKenna knew something was wrong when the station's landline rang repeatedly that night. Greystone rarely ever saw the kind of trouble that warranted multiple calls. At least not until recently. Not until the murder in the woods a month ago. Now, every shrill of their landline felt like an insidious warning of what was to come. And tonight, the one thing the Sheriff feared had showed up again. A dead body. “Jesus Christ.” Deputy Morales walked up to Sheriff McKenna, wincing at the sight before them. Never one for a sore sight, Morales quickly tore his gaze away. “He’s just a kid, goddamnit,” the man hissed. Sheriff McKenna took off his hat, staring at the lifeless body of the boy wearing a bloodied football jersey. It wasn't his first grim sight—three years in active duty as the Sheriff of Greystone had given him a good measure of those. But it was the unnerving similarities between this body, and the one found a month ago that sent a tremor through his veins
AXELPanic claws at my chest like a deathtrap. The jubilation from the win feels sucked out of the air as the scent of Dreadborn lingers. “Ax, are you okay?” The unmistakable look of hurt is etched in Hayley's face when she quizzes me. We've just had a breathless, perfect moment—only for me to pull away like some jerk. “It's just… it's nothing.” God, how much can I let her in on? The sting in her eyes burrows, and I'm dead certain she can tell I'm lying. “Is it me?” I'm too tongue-tied to form a response, and I watch Hayley’s lips pinch together. “Maybe we shouldn't have done this. I don't know why every time we—”“Hayley, stop.” I lock my fingers through hers. “It's not you. I promise.” “Then what is it, Ax?” Her eyes carry a mix of concern and curiosity. “One minute we're making out—the next you're spooked. And you say it's not about me?” “Alright, look. I know this might sound crazy, but—” “You can feel it, green eyes, can't you?” Shane appears from behind, cutting me off. “I
AXELA gust of breeze sweeps across the field. It feels like the temperature has gone a notch down since Shane and I acknowledged the tense situation we're in:There's a werewolf on the opposing team. “You think we can take him?” Shane shakes his head wryly. “I don't know, Ax. He's tough and fast—way too fast.” He heaves a breath. “Old magic is strong in him.”We both turn our gaze to where the Oakville Warriors are walking out of the tunnel, huddled together. Brett steps out last, casually chewing a gum, like he's not fazed in the slightest by anything. I drag a hand through my hair. “We've gotta stop him and the rest of their team.” “We can't risk exposing ourselves.” “Golden hair over there doesn't seem to be worried about that,” I point out. Shane grates his jaw. “I know. And it's fuckin worrying.” The referee’s whistle shrills to kickstart the second half, and both teams start to head onto the field. I nod at Shane as he walks away, silently bidding him luck. Nerves roil
AXEL“The Oakville Warriors are arguably the best team in the championship.” Theo's voice carries through the locker room as we rally for the game tonight. “Only second to us, they've won three of the last eight collegiate championships.” “Four, actually,” Harold says, from where he's seated by the edge of the room. The entire team glances his way, and his eyes move around tensely. “The Warriors have won four championships,” Harold murmurs quietly. “Fine,” Theo concedes. “Be that as it may, we’re the Greystone Titans.” Boys jeer and slam the locker doors in hype. “It doesn't matter who we face. We decimate every and any team in our way. Isn't that right?!”More yells erupt from the team as the boys display sheer eagerness to get onto the field. The energy in the room seeps into my bones as I strap my gear in readiness. Coach Phillips taps Theo on the shoulder proudly, then begins reading out the names of the starting players. Nine names go by, and I'm still waiting to hear mine. “
HAYLEY. I can't quiet the relentless quivering in my belly as I pull my gaze away from the wall and trudge back into the hallways. My mind struggles to make meaning of what I've just seen. The absurdity of it all... it's just unbelievable. And yet, I'm certain of what I just saw my teacher do.
HAYLEY. As I make my way through the halls this morning, Greystone High is its usual rowdy self, with students moving to and fro in every direction, bumping into each other like poorly remote controlled figures. But I’m used to this hallway madness. What I'm not used to, is the sense of unease
HAYLEY. “What? Not again,” I chuckle. “I’m serious,” Corey mumbles, 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'
HAYLEY. The first weekend of autumn has rolled by, and my mind is fixated on the only plan I've got for the day: a movie outing with Corey. Desperate for any form of distraction to help push thoughts of Axel and our awkward fallout to the back of my mind, I've agreed to go out with her. It’s b







