Dante’s POV
I walked into the room and perceived a stench smell. My clothes were littered around the floor too. Who would have done this?
“Who is in there?” I asked, still standing close to the door.
I bent over to pick up my clothes, but something caught my attention. Long claw marks were on the floor and a little on the wall. At first, I thought it was a dog and wondered what a dog could be doing in my room. The last time I checked, I locked my door before leaving with Mateo. The marks were still fresh, and deep enough to send shivers down my spine.
Maybe someone was trying to play a prank on me as a fresher, and they must be really good at it.
I jolted when I heard the door to the bathroom creak. It was as though something or someone was watching me from there. I grabbed my night lamp, holding it high above my shoulder and ready to deal with whomever or whatever that is in there. I heard a faint crackling sound and felt something shift under my foot. I looked down and saw that it was my watch- my favorite one. My girlfriend got it for me on my last birthday.
While I was still feeling bad about the watch, I heard a growl that nearly made me pee in my pants. It came from the bathroom.
I froze for a bit before gathering the courage to push the door open, still armed with my night lamp. I peeped inside but found nothing.
The growl came again, this time behind me and louder than the first one. In a swift movement, I turned around, but found nothing. The light suddenly starts flickering and from the horror movies that I’ve watched, bad things always happens whenever the light starts flickering. My breath quickened as I try to locate where the growl was coming from.
The light suddenly went off and I hastily reached for my phone to call the 911. If today is going to be my last day on earth, someone needs to know how I died.
“911, what’s your emergency,” a lady’s voice came from the other end of the call.
“I think…”
Before I could complete my statement, my phone went dead.
“Shit!” I cursed smashing my phone on the floor.
To make things worse, the whole light in the building went off and I can’t possibly run away.
I felt a gush of wind pass behind me and turned to see what that was but everything was shrouded in darkness. My whole body was already shaking and the room suddenly became cold, but I was still sweating profusely.
The wind came again and this time I felt something or someone watching me. On a second thought, I wished I never left the party. Damn the consequences.
I slowly turned to find a figure before me. It was broad and has the shape of a dog except it was way taller than a dog. Its eyes was gleaming in the darkness. One of the eyes was deep blue while the other was golden with a black circle around it. I have never seen anything like that before.
I threw the lamp to where the creature was but it didn’t flinch. In a blur of motion, too fast for me to comprehend. I felt myself on the floor and the creature above me, growling. Suddenly, I felt warmth spreading down my leg, and it took me a second to realize what had happened. I’d peed on myself.
I think I died twice and each time I wake up, I still see the creature above me.
Its breath was hot and heavy in the cold air. My body remained frozen and I couldn’t even scream or move a muscles. It was drooling all over my face. I managed to free myself from it and scrambled to the wall, hoping the wall would protect me.
“Stay away from me.”
I know I mentioned earlier that I’m tired of life, but I don’t wish to die like this.
The creature stopped growling and stared at me for a while. I guess it must be contemplating on whether to kill me now or drag me while alive to wherever it came from. It took a few steps forward, before turning and bolting out of my room, leaving me gasping for my breath on the floor. Immediately it left, the light came on.
I was still on the floor, with my right hand on my chest. It felt as if my heart is going to pump out from my ribcage. I was still processing what had just happened when my phone suddenly buzzed beside me without warning.
If I was drunk it would have been different, but I am sure the phone went dead while trying to call for help. This only happens in horror movies and I think this place might be haunted.
Without thinking twice, I picked myself back up, pack few of my clothes and bolted out of the room. Every nerve in my body was buzzing and I couldn’t get a firm grip around my backpack. I tried using the lobby’s elevator, but it was all to no avail so I decided to use the stairs instead.
Immediately I got to the last floor, I slipped on something and the last thing I remembered was my head hitting on the floor before I finally blacked out.
I think this is it.
This is the time I meet my creator.
Asher’s POVThere was no point going after Dante, I just hoped no one had been following him throughout these visits.A part of me was glad he finally knew the truth, another part of me was grievous cause that could mean absolutely destruction. I watched him go, just when I was about to close the cabin door, the night split open.The sounds came first, branches snapping, leaves being stepped on, heavy paws pounding against the earth. My body went rigid before my mind even caught up, instincts screaming danger. Then the shadows from the corner of my eyes came alive. Figures burst from the treeline, they wore masks, their movements impossibly fast, sharper than anything human. Their eyes glinted through the slits in their masks, predatory and merciless. The air itself seemed to recoil as they fanned out, encircling, their snarls ripping through the quiet like a chorus of nightmares.Those were werewolves, not just random rogues, I knew those guys.Even masked, even cloaked in shadow,
Dante’s POVI tried to behave like I was not panicking on the inside, but my composure failed me as I stood there with Asher. I could not stop thinking about the word and how casually Jake had said it. Mate.What a nasty joke that was that he made, but instead of laughing, it got me into a state of paranoia. It was not just a word, it was a curse, a chain, or could I say it was a heavy death sentence wrapped in something deceptively simple. Maybe for werewolves, it was simple, but for me….. I felt it sinking deep, rooting into every corner of me, until it was impossible to think of anything else.My breathe became uneven and my chest suddenly felt heavier than it should. My lungs burned, I could feel the cabin walls begin to close in, pressing down on me like they wanted to suffocate me. I had to get out and catch my breathe. I staggered back, shaking my head violently. “No… no, no, no. Don’t say that. Don’t be that.”Asher’s eyes widened, his lips trembling like he wanted to say
Dante’s POV The fire crackled low in the corner of the cabin, shadows dancing across the rough wooden walls. I sat slouched in the chair, trying not to make it too obvious that I was watching Asher. Every evening I came here I told myself I wouldn’t stare at him like some lovesick fool, but my eyes constantly betrayed me.It was the only time in my day when I could breathe. At school, I pretended, masking my feelings behind half-hearted smiles and shallow conversations. But here, with him, even in silence, I felt whole again.Jake, Asher’s friend, the one keeping him hidden, was stretched out across the floor. He was casual in a way that grated at me sometimes, too easy with his jokes and too careless with his words. He did not understand the weight of what Asher meant to me, the way his presence held together the fragile remains of my sanity.And then it happened.Jake chuckled, tossing a peanut into his mouth. He flicked his gaze between us and smirked.“You two act like old marr
Dante’s POVThat first day felt like a dream I couldn’t wake from. After the initial explosion of silence, anger, and confessions, we sat across from each other at the rickety wooden table in the cabin.Neither of us spoke at first. His fingers drummed lightly against the table, my hands stayed clenched in my lap, literally gripping it. I could not stop staring at him. After all the sleepless nights imagining this moment, the reality was overwhelming.Finally, I cleared my throat, my voice breaking the silence like glass. “Don’t you ever…” I stuttered, my throat burning, “don’t you ever do that to me again.”He lifted his eyes, sharp and wary, but softened almost instantly. He just exhaled, a shaky sound, and for a moment I saw something raw flicker in his eyes, guilt, regret, maybe even relief.“You don’t understand,” he said quietly. “It isn’t about what I want. It’s about what’s safe. If they see you here, if they even suspect, everything falls apart.”I shook my head furiously. “
Dante’s POVMy search had never been easy, I entered places I could never have imagined I would. And somehow I was led to a crazy ass place. A fucking cabin. The cabin looked like it had been abandoned years ago, its wooden frame sagging against the weight of time. Paint peeled from the siding in long, brittle strips, and the windows were clouded with grime. But my chest tightened the moment I smelled it, the faint, sharp trace of him. Asher.I froze in place, my hand gripping the rough bark of a tree to steady myself. My lungs refused to work properly, like every breath caught on the edge of panic.After days of going through campus records, talking to anyone who had ever brushed shoulders with him, chasing whispers that vanished like smoke, I had finally believed I found him. My throat burned, emotions tangling in me until I could not tell relief from rage. Relief that he was alive and obviously within reach. Rage that he had left me to rot in silence, that he thought he could ju
Dante’s POVI could not take it anymore. It had been weeks, long, empty and strangling weeks, and every second felt heavy. I did not even know how I was still standing, how I was still breathing without him here.His name was a constant echo in my head, a whisper I could not shut out. The more I tried, the louder it became. His absence ate into me in ways I could not explain. Food did not taste like anything anymore, sleep would not come no matter how exhausted I was, and when it did, I’d wake up gasping, searching for him in the darkness. Something was breaking inside me. No, that’s not right. Something was already broken.I shoved the library door open and stepped inside, desperate. I had been here every night, pouring over books, old texts, even folklore sections I would have laughed at months ago.But now? I’m not laughing. I’m tearing through pages, flipping between stories about werewolves, packs, bonds, rituals, anything that could explain what was happening to me.And the mo