Dawn’s POV“Agh,” I groaned as I pushed through the heavy door of the ladies’ restroom. I wished I could say a cool breeze hit me as soon as I did, but instead I was engulfed with the stuffy air of an even more stuffy hallway, bodies squished and pushed to one side that formed the line leading to the bathroom that was currently being occupied.There were only three toilets in there, two of them currently being puked into—I gave the first woman in the line a look that said waiting wasn’t the best idea. She seemed to understand, because she groaned as well before leaving the line and going off somewhere else. Hopefully a bush, and not some obscure corner of the bar Candice had managed to drag me to tonight.“Are you having fun!” said woman asked me, both her and my drink in her hands covered with their individual coasters sat upon them. I deadpanned at her as I massaged the side of my head. I didn’t know whether it was because the bar scene in Europe was so different to the one bac
Dawn’s POVI woke up better than Candice did the next morning.By that I mean I woke up not wanting to set the world on fire and she, well, didn’t. “God…” Candice groaned as she hung off the side of the bed, her hair hanging on the floor below her as she extended her arms as far as she could. I could only shake my head from the bathroom where I was busy brushing my teeth. “I want to die.”“I think you might already be dead,” I told her in response as I moved back to the bathroom to rinse my mouth. “Explains the look on your face.”She groaned again as I laughed and pulled on my socks. “I didn’t know being dead could hurt this much. Why did you let me drink so much at the club, anyway?”“You had like, one beer at the club,” I recalled. “And half of mine I think, but at the bar…”I laughed again when Candice groaned, pulling the covers over her head and curling up into a ball when knocking was heard from the front door. I looked at it as I turned away from Candice and went to
Dawn’s POV“So,” I cleared my throat as I began moving my equipment around. “I, uhh, went over your notes for the theme of the project.”“What did you think?”I nodded my head as I looked at him, affirming that I agreed with them. “They were pretty good, though I just haven’t worked much on animal anatomy, so when it comes to your part I might need a bit of assistance.”Craig hummed as he pulled up some pieces of metal, they weren’t large enough to begin his sculpture, but they were big enough for him to twist and turn and smelt into decorative pieces for the larger one he would be creating.“So, a wolf huh?” I asked as I organized my own things, and lifted my head up in shock when I suddenly heard a clanging sound from his side of the room. When I looked back I found Craig bending over to pick up some of the metal pieces he had dropped on the floor, there wasn’t any evidence of him tripping over anything, so he must have dropped it when he wasn’t paying attention. “Are you a
Craig’s POVI stayed in the studio for a few more hours after Dawn had fallen asleep, careful not to use any of the equipment that could possibly wake her up and disturb her. It wasn’t so hard, instead of working on the main component of my piece I instead focused on the finer details, parts she would also use to properly incorporate into her own ceramic style. I took special care to make those pieces as close to perfection as I could.My eyes moved towards her on instinct when she shifted on the couch, the jacket falling off from her body that I had placed there some hours prior. I stood up to pick it up from the ground when I heard a clanging sound, and then a thump. I surveyed Dawn for a moment, certain that she hadn’t done anything to cause it.Then I looked back to my work station where I noticed nothing had fallen off the table or moved out of the place I had carefully put each individual tool and ingredient. Which left only two other options.Either the delivery we had c
Dawn’s POVI think I’m panicking.I didn’t know exactly what a full blown panic attack looked like, but if I were to guess, then the heavy breathing, the incessant heart pounding, the sweaty hands and the way I couldn’t seem to keep my legs from shaking, sort of gave me a good idea as to what it might look like.Craig didn’t help the situation at all, that is, having someone who was just a human turn into a full blown wolf in front of you, and then back into a human in order to take out the other full blown wolf-who had also turned from human to animal-in a matter of minutes, would cause panic on anyone, I’m assuming.There was no way I was going to calm down with him here, nevertheless with him just constantly staring straight at me with the way he was doing right now. He seemed anxious too, maybe even worried about my reaction to the whole situation. I’ve read about things like this in books, and even seen them happen in movies.I remember always getting frustrated with the
Dawn’s POV“You’re shaking.”I glared at Craig. “I’m not.”“Your legs are literally going two hundred miles an hour.”“Stop looking at my legs then, you pervert.”He laughed at the verbal attack, shaking his head as he concentrated back onto the piece he was working with. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander back around the studio again.It had been some hours since the attack, and when Craig had said it was clear and that we should go back to it I d*mn near called him a mad person. I wasn’t about to go back to the very space I had been attacked in.But he had assured me that both of the men had been detained and there were now security measures put into place. When I had asked him what the police had said, he stayed silent.I didn’t push, but something about his reaction told me that it wasn’t the human authorities he had called to come and help us.“They’re not going to come back,” he told me eventually, handing me the piece of metal he had been hacking away at fo
Dawn’s POVThere was a precious number of experiences and feelings that would ever come close to having your art inspected. I tried to breathe normally, as much as possible, as my eyes followed the piercing gaze of the various judges and examiners as they walked around our art piece. There were no marks or signs on the marble flooring of the various artworks and project pieces having been dragged through the place, which told me that they had brought it in early enough to clean the area around us. I felt nerves rushing through me so badly my hands began to tingle, and without thinking I grasped Craig’s hand that hung between us.I saw him looking at me from the corner of my eyes, but he didn’t move and neither did I. My gaze didn’t turn away from the men and women still standing there, clipboards in hand, glasses sat on the ends of their noses as they took looks up and down and from side to side.It was a feeling of nervousness from being judged, and excitement from being judg
Dawn’s POV“So, who’s the girl?”I watched with mild amusement as Craig choked slightly on his drink, hitting himself on the chest lightly to swallow down properly before he turned to me.“Huh?”I shook my head at him. “I read through your portfolio, in almost all of your projects this past two years you’ve been either implementing a female figure or making it the star of your piece. I mean, I could be reading into it, but it seems like you’re pulling inspiration from someone. She always looks the same in every individual piece.”“And you think someone broke my heart? That’s why I keep putting a woman in it?” I shrugged my shoulders as I raised my hands in defense.“Just an observation. Although given how defensive you got…” I raised my brow at him and he laughed.“Alright, you got me.” He leaned on his hand as he stared at me. “Well, no, I didn’t get my heart broken.”“No?” I asked teasingly, and he made a strange face at me as he rolled his eyes.“No, more like… hea