Se connecterIvy has set Hayley on the hunt for answers. What do you think she'll find?
HAYLEY. I can barely see the trail ahead in the darkness, but I keep running. Past a line of withered trees, through a forest carpeted with winter’s fallen leaves, I drag my feet forward. They’re close behind now—my pursuers. The relentless pounding of their paws drives me on, even as my entire body feels heavy as lead. There's wounds and scars I can't make out on my body, but they ache with every step I take, drawing out my strength by the second. Forcing myself onward, I wind up at a creek right at the end of the trail. The sound of rushing water fills the woods, entwining with the distant hoots of owls perched high in the trees. Behind me, the pack of wolves step out of the shadows—numbering twelve, at least. Their eyes gleam a deep emerald, glinting like bulbs in the dark. A shrill noise, like a distant bell, echoes faintly in the distance. It lasts only a second, and somehow, it feels like I’m the only one who hears it. The pack of wolves snarl and growl, pulling my atten
AXEL. The first thing I notice as Dreadborn stands before us is the absence of his usual deathly scent. For some reason, there’s nothing—no scent of earthly decay or blood. And for the first time since I encountered it in Ashbrae, its usual shadowy form has taken on the shape of a physical wolf. The beast growls as its gaze sweeps across the four of us, like it's assessing its surroundings. Or gearing up for a fight. Shane notes the look and takes a careful step back, before voicing a single command in a low voice. “Shift, now.” Instantly, all four of us let our wolves rise to the fore. Shane’s gray wolf snarls, and his voice echoes through the link in my mind. “Flank him on all sides.” Rakim and Miles move first, their wolves circling left—until one stands behind Dreadborn, and the other is perched directly to his left. I dart to the right, leaving Shane directly in front of the black beast. In seconds, we’ve locked it in a perfect diamond formation. Shane’s voice cuts throu
AXEL. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. Not with Mrs. Cooper’s bloodied body being loaded into an ambulance. The moment the medical team showed up, students realized something had gone wrong. And once the news spread, the entire night’s events came to a stop. Now there's no music playing anymore, and the students that once filled the auditorium are now scattered through the hallways, whispering in hushed tones with varying expressions of anxiety etched on their faces. It's no different in our little group. “I heard the medic say she’ll be fine,” Corey mutters nervously. “That’s a positive, right?” The words sound less like a question and more like an attempt to sound hopeful. Lucas shares a nervous look with Roxanne, who has her arm linked through his. He gives a helpless shrug. “I guess so.” I exhale, pressing a finger to my forehead, then turn toward the person who looks the most shaken: Hayley. She’s barely said a word since she saw Mrs. Cooper's body. The silen
NARRATIVE POV. As Sheriff McKenna’s car ground to a halt at the gates of Greystone High, he spotted two other vehicles parked by the curb, both bearing the insignia of the local police precinct. His team had arrived. He cut the engine, grabbed his shotgun, and stepped out into the cold night air. Deputy Morales stood a few steps away with a toothpick hanging from his lips—no doubt a remnant of the meal he’d been having when the call came in. He wore a grim expression as the Sheriff approached. McKenna strode past him, and the man quickly fell in step behind. “Don’t tell me it’s another murder, Jamie.” “I’m not sure pal,” McKenna replied. “But it sure as hell sounded serious.” The rest of their six-man team joined them as they passed through the gates, their eyes roaming over the festively decorated school grounds as they made their way toward the main building. “The school was hosting its annual Winter Formal tonight,” Detective Hannah read out from the file in her hand as sh
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“A man that loves to cook is a big deal, Hayley.” I drop a large pumpkin decor on a shelf and turn to face Corey. “Okay, first of all—who are you? And what have you done with my friend?” Corey rolls her eyes as she arranges stacks of unused sales pamphlets in orderly fashion. She's been smiling since the conversation on Harold came up, and it doesn't seem to be wearing off anytime soon. “Seriously” I continue, “where's my randy, horny best friend? You know, the one that thinks football guys are such a catch?” “Technically, Harold is a football guy.” “Right—but you just said he's only playing football to help boost his GPA, and that his real interest is cooking.” I pause, watching as Corey grins sheepishly. “Is my best friend in love with a nerdy, freckled boy who loves to cook?” Corey fumbles with her glasses, wearing a lopsided grin. “Your best friend will love for you to shut the fuck up, okay?” Caleb—Corey’s four years old brother—walks into the storage room. “Chot the
AXEL. I sense the tackle coming before it happens, but for some reason, I’m slow to react. It's almost like my instincts are delayed. BAM. The opposing defender crashes into me headfirst, knocking me flat and snatching the ball mid-play. As I lie on my back, the stadium's headlights sting my
HAYLEY. Nudging the events from the cafeteria aside, I step into class. As I scan the room for a vacant seat to occupy, I realize that there's only one left—right next to Axel. The thought of being close to him, with all the awkwardness between us, stirs an uncomfortable feeling in me. For wha
AXEL. Stepping onto the pitch, I’m in awe at how massive it is. Hayley wasn’t exaggerating: it’s way bigger than the one back at my old school in Ashbrae. I glance around and most of the team is lounging on the benches, a handful of them deep in conversation. At the end of the bench, a few others
AXEL. As I sit alone on a bench in the locker room, I pick up a helmet and swing it from one hand to the other, feeling its solid weight in my grip. Tryouts are today, and whilst I know I’m ready physically, anxiety crawls just under my skin. I’ve never stepped onto a football field like this bef







