(Quinn's POV) I freeze as the door slams shut. I'm about to count down, as I wait for my friends to pounce, when something cold wraps around my ankles and yanks me out of bed. My eyes snap open to find Emmerson looming over me, her face twisted in anger. “Not again, Quinn!” she exclaims, scowling. I roll over and close my eyes, willing sleep to take me so that I can ignore her. I am not in the mood for her being a bitch right now. Sometimes I don’t think that she can comprehend what I am going through. All I want is for my friends to accept me for who I am. Having your life mapped out for you and being engaged to someone before you can even walk is far from ideal. The last two-and-a-half years have gone a lot faster than I hoped. Being here has given me something I have been missing all these years. My life. Now I've had a taste of freedom. I don’t want to go home. Unfortunately, the time for me to be free is running out. “Did you at least get his name this time?” Piper laughs,
(Quinn's POV) I frantically pull my phone out of my pocket and start scrolling the internet for information about the eclipse. There is nothing popping up in the search, and social media is unusually silent. It’s totally bizarre. Amongst the eerie silence, I come across a website about the moon's cycles that has a list of dates for the next eclipse around the world. As I scroll down the page, I discover that an eclipse isn’t supposed to happen in the United Kingdom for another seventy years. How can this be possible? The students have formed two groups. One is standing staring at the eclipse in awe. The others are running around like crazy people, ranting about how this is a sign of the end of days. I’m not sure which category me and my friends fit into because we know that something is seriously wrong, but we can’t stop staring. Whatever is happening is beyond st
(Quinn's POV) "Well, that was something," Finn's boisterous voice snaps me out of my trance. I watch as he grabs the last slice of pizza, his toned viking frame barely contained in a tight t-shirt. His ginger hair, wild and unkempt, hangs around his face. All of a sudden, the phone rings and my heart freezes. There's no need to guess who it is. No one else knows this number, and nobody our age uses a landline. Our parent's won't be happy when they find out how bad it is here. In their minds it will be a million times worse than it actually is. Dread settles deep in the pit of my stomach, as Landon picks up the receiver and presses a button that puts the call on loudspeaker. We huddle together on the sofa so we can all hear the conversation. “Is everyone okay?” Magnus asks, his v
(Salvatore's POV)The perpetual twilight continues to cast an eerie glow over the city. Over the last three days, it has smothered the city with its dark abyss. Its otherworldly light creates an uneasy atmosphere that clings to everything it touches. I’m no stranger to darkness, but this is different. It feels unnatural, and that’s unsettling. I should be glad of the freedom that it has brought to my life, but I can’t help but be wary of its presence. With every step I take, my boots echo ominously through the empty streets. Anxiety coils within me like a snake around its prey, tightening its grip as I approach the usual meeting place of my brothers.The dimly lit warehouse is the only light on the dock. All other businesses here have closed down while they wait for answers. Omino
(Quinn's POV)Chaos crackles through the air like lightning. There is no normal anymore, only madness. With no end in sight. It’s only been a week since the eclipse changed everything, but it feels like an eternity ago. When this started, we all believed it would be over by now. The government is staying quiet. Their last press conference was three days ago and they've been silent ever since. The opposition party is lashing out, accusing them of withholding information. They have even gone as far as suggesting the government orchestrated it all. A political ploy gone wrong. Unleashing a terror that no one can contain.There is a lot of talk on social media. The loudest voices belong to the conspiracy theorists. No one is listening to them. Even though their ideas hold an element of truth. The ‘crisis’ has caused a
(Quinn's POV) Amid the shroud of darkness that has swallowed the world, the government's desperate pleas for normality have fallen on deaf ears. How can they expect us to be calm with everything that’s going on? Especially when they appear to be clueless? Now, we are practically prisoners in our own room. At first it was okay. We rebelled against the rules and got drunk in our dorm. We rocked the curfew, laughed, and made our own fun. Now that the alcohol is gone from the store shelves, all we can do is cross days off on the calendar. Just so we know where we are up to. This has become a necessity, as without the sun, the never-ending darkness blurs everything into one.When all of this started, I didn’t think it would take the government this long to figure out what was going on. But here we are, a week later, and none the wiser about what is really going on. They are obviously keeping a lot from us, but I don't get their end game. The only thing that comes to my mind right is obedi
(Quinn's POV)As soon as I reach my room, I straighten my clothes and fix my hair. I don’t want to tell the girls what happened. They will be furious. First, it'll be a lecture about my stupidity, that'll escalate into an argument. They think we should go back home before something bad happens. I open the door and walk inside the room. Emmerson and Piper are sitting on the sofa watching the television. They turn to me as I close the door. When I look at them, they are gazing at me intently. “Did something else happen?” I ask tossing my bag on the table. “No. What's that on your arm?” Piper asks, staring at my right forearm. I twist my arm to see what she's looking at and notice a thin scratch. Shit!“Oh, I fell when I was trying to open the door. I must have scratched it on the key,” I lie and take my place in the chair next to them. “That makes no sense.” Emmerson scowls and turns down the television volume. “What really happened?” “Nothing. Like I said, I fell when I was trying
(Quinn's POV) Two, it is such a crappy number for me. My parents had promised me to two boys on the day of my birth. Then, when I was two, my dad died. To confirm my suspicion that the number two is the spawn of Satan. Two weeks after the eclipse, we are leaving London, and returning home to the pack. I stand in my room, thinking about my time here. I am in a melancholy mood, and I can’t see anyway forward. Nothing positive can come out of this. I had become myself here. It's the only home I've had away from the pack. I loved it here. Everything will change when we get home. I'm not looking forward to going back to living with my mom, under her rules. I'll be living in a nightmare daily. “Are you ready, Quinn?” Emmerson calls softly from the hallway. “Yeah,” I sigh, and toss my rucksack over my shoulder. It contains all everything I can take back home with me. There isn’t very much. Most of my clothes won't be acceptable for life at the compound. Life is simple there, and that mean