DEANI can't feel her.Looking around, there should be evidence of her living here, but there is none. her scent is barely here too which makes me think she must have bought this house recently.I go upstairs to the two bedrooms and open the first one immediately after the stairs.It's hers. Here, she is present. I expected to see a lot of clothes, stuff, and all the unnecessary belongings girls seem to have but not her, which makes m all the more intrigued.A few clothes, one duffel bag, and that’s all.I am skilled in tracking and finding unhidden things and truths and this right here feels like I am missing a lot judging on what I see. Doesn’t matter, because I don’t find anything which makes me frustrated.“what are you hiding?” I ask out loud silently and when I can't find anything, not a single thing, I huff out in frustration and go downstairs.“Anything?” comes a voice through the phone I am holding.One last look around and I shake my head. “nothing.”I hang up the call and g
STORMIt's easy to put aside your feelings for someone when they are not right in front of you.Which is a thing I feel and understand more and more the further I pull away from the house. I was going to enjoy doing this and I would make it worth my while…That is all I could think. Blood rush through my ears and the hot emotion in my belly make me feel nauseated.I can't believe I fell into that with him. I am so stupid to think I was special or that I was somehow not as planned as I had hoped.Turns out it's true.All the good tinglings I had felt and the highness of it came down plummeting when I had finally worn my clothes and had gone downstairs to find Landon and tell him I was leaving.When I saw him going towards the poolhouse and they all got in, curiosity got the better of me and I snuck to hear what they were talking about.I had all needed to hear. It cut deep when I heard kyle shouting that I was a plan and that Landon was messing it all up. Kyle.I don’t know why I had t
IN MY DARK TIMESHope is a damnable thing.I saw hope in her eyes when she was running, that maybe she would be able to outrun her set fate and maybe get away, or that someone would come and save her.No one came. She didn’t outrun me.She died, by my hands.I watched her beating heart in my hand still warm and blood dripping from my palms to my boots. I remember the high I felt when I saw her eyes roll and blankly stare at not breathing she took her last breath. When I could still hear and feel the faint pump of the heart before tossing it down beside her.then I cleaned up after myself, making sure not to leave a single fur that could be traced back to me. Making it a clean murder.A delicious I am, under the delicious pressure of the showerhead in my house. I shiver and it’s not because I am cold. It’s the sweet release I finally feel after a successful kill like tonight. It works the knots in my body. A sweet release, a necessary letting go of all the little tensions inside.And a
STORMSometimes people don’t find justice. Sometimes, they have to take it.And I took it.That’s what makes it all so possible for me to walk through the school hallways and see some girls crying as well as the boys all looking like they're ready to snap anyone daring to come near them like a twig.I came to terms with my brain, the dark recess of my mind that is reserved for revenge. A part I never knew existed until I woke up one day and realized I was alive.Alive and alone all in this world.That’s when I knew I wouldn’t conduct and live my life as I had always thought I would. Back when my family was with me when I could spar with my dad, eat my mother's sweet food and listen to my grandmother's stories of the old folklore the old traditions of the werewolf communities.That day that I woke up hidden behind bushes, thorns all over my body and feeling like all parts of me are broken, and then I remembered what happened, life has never been the same again.I was never born this wa
LANDONThe news gets to us when we are already in school.Kyle is a raging wolf and he is a storm that cannot be contained.This is the second hit and I am trembling with fury and murderous thoughts. Someone has been getting the wrong information about us. That we can be fucked with.“fuck!” kyle rages from a few feet away hitting the glass table and leaving a shard of glasses in his wake.“I need to find the bastard right this moment! I can't be fucked with like this! we all cannot!”Cole has been fuming in his controlled way but I see his eyebrows moving up and down like he is barely holding on from smashing and destroying things like kyle is. It has taken us a lot of talk downs to make kyle stay in the house to not run around and start killing off the suspects he already has in mind.Dean is seated silently, eyes down as he seems to be thinking. I know his mind is running wild and what he says next will be helpful.“Taylor,” he speaks just as then and we all look at him as he move
DEANFinding him wasn’t hard.I let my best work of art display itself as we all look at him, others approving.“you are one sick bastard, you know that?” kyle compliments me flashing me a smile, appreciating it and I chuckle.“Who wants to start?”Taylor, an alpha of the neighboring town who has constantly been on our necks is playing on the table in front of us, in his garage.I have tied him on the pool table, nailing his palms on both sides in a crucifix manner, together with his feet. I proceeded to open his belly, holding them apart because they will heal and be sewn shut if they touch leaving his gut open and display for us to look at.He is utterly exposed and very much awake. I can still remember his screams when he was pleading for me to stop.Then started threatening me with how he was going to tear me to pieces when he got out of this once he realized I wasn’t going to stop.That’s the thing with these fuckers. They all beg, plead, and then curse you out; then their weakne
STORMThere are parts of yourself that you hate, parts that you know that others wouldn’t understand or comprehend.I am here, lying on my new sofa as I think about the four men who have managed to creep into my mind making me restless that I saw them leave school so early in the day and I haven’t seen them since.And I am also thinking about how I should make it possible for them to feel comfortable with me enough to keep me updated on what they are doing, where they are because I can't understand why for the love of me I am restless like I am right now.These are the men I seek to destroy and yet I am wondering where they are and if they are okay and it's making me laugh because that’s about the stupidest thing I have thought of today.Of course, they are okay. There are the four most lethal and dangerous men I have ever met and that’s saying a lot since I have seen things and people on the road. Things that make me shiver and have nightmares.Yet, with them, it brings me this comf
STORMI was wrong. I have been thinking that Landon is the saint of all, in my mind he was the sweetest, the most undeceiving of them but I have been dead wrong.A blush creeps from my neck to my cheeks as I balk at his open admission as if a part of me wanted him to not have told the others.The whole room is silent and looking at the guys they are all looking at me and I realize I am in so much trouble.“um, no.”Liar He licks my lips and I sigh a little. He turns my head, going for my neck, where he doesn’t care, he runs his lips down my neck and across my thrumming pulse. My lips part with a gasp as I try to shift slightly away and Landon presses closerMy eyes find the piercing blue ones. cold. but I see something there.A spark.Then to kyle whose eyes are piercing me to the spot and if he could devour me right now, he would do it. he is remembering our run in yesterday upstairs. I remember it all too perfectly.green eyes are on me as well, and he is seemingly more curious as