Mag-log inTessa’s POV “Leave her alone.” I can read Evander’s lips and picture the way he says the words, voice is cold and commanding as he pulls me through the crowd of reporters and parents, shooting them angry glares as he passes. Still, the cameras keep flashing, and I know this is going to make the
I groan as the doctor packs on another wad of gauze. “No, it–it’s fine.” “Is there anyone we should call for you?” Another teacher asks. My eyes widen. “No! Absolutely not. I’ll tell them myself, when I get home.” “Are you sure?” “Absolutely.” I nod firmly. “Alright, I guess. Hope you reco
Tessa’s POV The bullet hits me squarely in the shoulder. I let out a scream of pain and sink to the ground, immediately clasping my right hand over the bullet wound in my left shoulder. Blood seeps through my fingers in an instant, gushing out of me at a speed that makes me dizzy and sick to my
I pause, looking up at the daytime-blue sky. A sliver of a crescent moon can be seen, though, oddly enough, just across the sky. “Werewolves would wear the ceremonial items and gather around the unshifted young werewolf. The unshifted wolf would kneel before the full moon…” I crouch to my knees,
Tessa’s POV Evander is saying something to me right now, but I can’t make out a single word he’s saying. It can’t be good, though, because his eyes are blazing and his brow is set and even if I can’t hear anything his anger still has a way of ricocheting around the room. It must be about the Alp
Tears spring to the corners of my eyes. My head whips back and forth frantically, searching hopelessly for an exit. I breathe out a sigh of relief when I finally spot a door to my left. Still dazed, still deaf, still panicking, I manage to stumble towards the door and slam it shut behind me, fle







