SorenThe sea is darker in Oxford Bay than it was in Lucky Cove. The weather here is also perpetually gloomy from what I have seen. Dark gray clouds hang low in the sky, hiding the sun from the world.The sand is cold to the touch but I pay it no mind. At least the sound of the crashing waves brings
Third PersonBianca sits on the hood of a car. An apple sits in one of her hands while the other balances a knife. The blade reflects the afternoon light back into her eyes, the flash illuminating the scowl that sits on her face.Werewolves and Lycans alike scurry from all around her. Each and every
CeliaSilence overtakes my body and mind. My once erratic heartbeat comes to a steady and slow beat, filling my ears as if it is white noise. It brings me only the smallest bit of comfort, though, and I am forced to listen to the scrapes of Soren’s shoes against the wooden stairs, slowly leaving the
SorenThe door rattles in its hinges, the windows and glass vibrating from inside its wooden case. A sigh leaves my lips and I close my eyes. I slowly inhale, filling my lungs with as much oxygen as possible.I open my eyes and the door stares back at me. It is mocking, patronizing, and teases me th
Celia“Celia!”My body freezes at the sound of my name. I slowly look up and away from the roses, noticing Soren staring at me from across the street. I drop the watering can and shake my head, immediately turning around and rushing back up the stairs.“No! Wait!”I cut him off and slam the door beh
SorenMy car’s engine sputters every now and then, the car lurching forward and making me think that it is about to die at any moment. It does not die, though, and I thank whatever god is out there for allowing me to get to Oxford Bay with only minor complications.On the long stretches of road, I h