LOGINThe closer we got to Beacon Hills High, the heavier the traffic became. Police cars surrounded the front entrance. Yellow tape blocked off part of the parking lot. Several reporters stood outside the gates, speaking into cameras while officers moved in and out of the damaged building.
Mike slowed the Jeep. “They weren’t kidding.” I stared through the windshield. The front entrance was still covered in shattered glass. A section of the hallway had been sealed off, and workers were already replacing broken windows. Students gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves. “I heard it was an explosion.” “No, someone said it was an earthquake.” “My brother thinks a gas pipe burst.” Rumors were spreading faster than the truth ever could. Mike parked the Jeep. “I guess Ryan was right.” I looked at him. “About what?” “People really will believe anything, they can't just picture it as a supernatural occurrence.” I couldn’t help smiling. “Looks like it.” We got out and walked toward the school entrance. An officer stopped us. “Students?” “Yes, sir,” Mike answered. The officer looked at our school IDs before stepping aside. “Stay away from the blocked areas.” “We will.” As we entered the building, the familiar hallway looked completely different. Part of the ceiling had been repaired overnight, but the damaged classrooms were still sealed with tape. Teachers directed students toward the rooms that were still safe to use. Somehow… school was continuing as if nothing had happened. “This place is unbelievable,” I muttered. Mike nodded. “I was thinking the same thing.” Before we could walk any farther, someone called my name. “Jax!” I turned around. “Lila.” She ran straight toward me. Before I could say anything, she threw her arms around me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. She pulled back and looked me up and down, making sure I was really standing there. “You’re alive…” “I am sis.” “I thought…” Her voice caught in her throat. “I thought Deucalion…” “He almost did, it wasn't an easy fight." She stared at me. “Then how are you still here?” I smiled faintly and pointed toward Mike. “Him. And Ryan. They found me before it was too late.” Mike raised a hand with an awkward smile. “Hi.” Lila smiled back and nodded gratefully. “Thank you.” Mike rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t really do much.” “You did enough.” Lila looked back at me. A quiet breath escaped her lips. Relief filled her face. She hadn’t realized how tense she’d been until now. The fear she’d carried since leaving the forest slowly disappeared. At least she hadn’t made a choice she would regret for the rest of her life. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she said quietly. “So am I.” The first warning bell echoed through the hallway. Students immediately began moving toward their classrooms. Mike looked at us. “I guess that’s our cue.” Lila nodded. “Come on.” The three of us walked down the hallway together and entered the classroom just before the second bell rang. Almost everyone was already seated. The room buzzed with quiet conversations. No one was paying attention to the lesson that hadn’t even started. Every discussion was about the same thing. “The police are still outside.” “I heard someone died.” “No, nobody died.” “My dad said the whole hallway collapsed.” “I heard it was a gas explosion.” I exchanged a glance with Mike. Lila took the seat beside me while Mike sat directly behind us. She leaned closer. “Are you really okay?” “I’m still trying to figure out how I woke up in the middle of the woods.” I whispered. Her eyebrows pulled together. “The woods?” I nodded. “I went to sleep in my room. And woke up there.” She blinked. “How is that even possible?” Mike answered before I could. “Apparently it’s a symptom.” Lila turned around. “A symptom?” “That’s what I found during my research.” She looked at him with surprise. “You’ve been researching werewolves?” Mike gave a small shrug. “I couldn’t exactly sleep after seeing one throw a car.” Lila couldn’t argue with that. Before anyone could say another word, the classroom door opened. The room immediately became quiet. Our teacher walked in carrying a stack of books. Behind him… someone else entered. The teacher smiled. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” The new guy nodded once before looking across the room. “My name is…” He paused. “…Eli.” The moment I heard that name, I turned around and everything inside me froze. My heartbeat slammed to a stop. Eli. The same Eli Lila had tried to kill last night. The same Eli I was fated to. Then the vision from the artifact crashed back into me, the battlefield, the blood, us fighting side by side. My eyes widened. It was him. A cold chill ran down my spine. I gripped the edge of my desk until my knuckles turned white. My breathing turned ragged. Eli slowly turned his head. Our eyes met. For a brief second… he smirked, like he recognized me too. My mouth went dry. I couldn’t look away. “What is he planning again this time?” I had no idea Lila was already losing it behind me and she's about to jump from her seat.The closer we got to Beacon Hills High, the heavier the traffic became. Police cars surrounded the front entrance. Yellow tape blocked off part of the parking lot. Several reporters stood outside the gates, speaking into cameras while officers moved in and out of the damaged building. Mike slowed the Jeep. “They weren’t kidding.” I stared through the windshield. The front entrance was still covered in shattered glass. A section of the hallway had been sealed off, and workers were already replacing broken windows. Students gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves. “I heard it was an explosion.” “No, someone said it was an earthquake.” “My brother thinks a gas pipe burst.” Rumors were spreading faster than the truth ever could. Mike parked the Jeep. “I guess Ryan was right.” I looked at him. “About what?” “People really will believe anything, they can't just picture it as a supernatural occurrence.” I couldn’t help smiling. “Looks like it.” We got out and walked t
I turned in every direction. Nothing looked familiar. The forest was silent. Too silent. I wasn’t even wearing a shirt.“What the hell is going on?” I immediately sat up and looked around. Tall trees surrounded me in every direction. Birds chirped somewhere above, and the morning sun filtered through the leaves.“This has to be a joke…”I looked down at myself. My jeans were dirty, my feet were covered in mud, and my shirt was nowhere to be seen. I slowly stood up, turning in circles.“How did I get here?”The last thing I remembered was lying on my bed after touching the artifact. After that… nothing.A strange feeling settled in my stomach. Did someone bring me here? Or… did I walk here myself?“No…” I rubbed my forehead. “That doesn’t even make sense.”Then I remembered my phone. I quickly reached into my pocket. To my surprise, it was still there. “Thank God.” I unlocked it and immediately called Mike.The phone rang twice.“Jax?” Mike answered almost instantly. “You sound alive.
I couldn’t move.My eyes stayed locked on the artifact resting on my shelf. It looked ordinary again, as if nothing had happened. The blue light was gone, and the strange feeling in the room had disappeared with it.I slowly backed away from it. “No…”I shook my head.“That wasn’t real.”It had to be a dream. It had to be.I had taken too many hits from Deucalion. Maybe I had imagined everything while I was unconscious.I looked at the artifact again.The image of that battlefield flashed through my mind. Fire. Blood. Bodies covering the ground. Then… me. Or at least someone who looked exactly like me.My breathing became uneven.I walked back to the shelf and picked up the artifact with both hands, hoping it'll show me again but nothing happened.I turned it over. Still nothing.I pressed my thumb against the smooth surface. Silence. The strange blue glow never returned.I frowned. “So did I really imagine it?”But deep inside… I knew I hadn’t. The vision had felt too real. Every sou
My eyes flew open. I shot upright without thinking, my fists raised and my claws halfway out. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I searched the room. Every muscle in my body tensed, ready for another attack. Looking for Deucalion. “Easy!” A familiar voice broke through the panic. “Back from the land of the dead?” I turned toward the voice. Mike stood near the door with a grin on his face. It took me a second to realize where I was. The fight… the school… Deucalion… they were gone. I looked around again. The room smelled of medicine. Cabinets filled one wall, and several bottles sat neatly on a shelf. Then my eyes landed on Ryan. He was standing beside the bed. For a moment I simply stared at him. “Ryan…” He smiled faintly. “Hey bro.” Relief hit me harder than any punch Deucalion had thrown. I got off the bed and wrapped my arms around him. “I thought he killed you.” Ryan patted my back. “I’m harder to kill than that.” I let out a shaky laugh before stepping back. “You really
Ryan remained frozen on the floor. The doctor’s words refused to leave his mind.“You must kill him.”His eyes stayed locked on Jax’s unconscious body on the table. The slow rise and fall of his brother’s chest was the only sign he was still barely alive. Ryan lowered his head. His hands trembled.He had finally found his little brother after believing he was dead for years. Now someone was asking him to take that life away with his own hands.He couldn’t do it. He just simply couldn’t. Mike stood quietly beside him. He didn’t interrupt. He knew this wasn’t a decision anyone else could make.The room stayed silent.Ryan took a deep breath. Then another. He slowly stood to his feet.The doctor watched him carefully. “Have you made your choice?” the man asked.Ryan nodded. “I have.”The doctor waited. Ryan looked at Jax before speaking. “Save him.”The doctor frowned. “Ryan…”“I said save him.”The old man sighed. “You don’t understand what you’re asking.”Ryan’s eyes remained fixed on
The hallway of Beacon Hills High had fallen silent. The loud crashes that had shaken the building minutes ago were gone. Broken lockers hung open like broken jaws. Glass covered the floor in sharp, glittering pieces. Chunks of concrete and splintered desks lay scattered everywhere. Deep claw marks ran across the walls, some reaching almost to the ceiling. The place looked less like a school and more like the aftermath of a war. Jax laid down in the middle of this destruction. His body didn’t move. Blood had soaked through his torn clothes. Fresh claw marks covered his chest, shoulders, and arms. It was deep and making it hard for him to heal. His breathing was weak and uneven, each breath a quiet struggle. A few minutes later, the sound of a Jeep echoed through the empty parking lot. The vehicle came to a sudden stop. Mike jumped out first. Ryan followed right behind him. Both of them stared at the damaged entrance in complete shock. “What… happened here?” Mike whispered, eye







