تسجيل الدخولChapter 67: Hit Me with Your Best Shot.~ Gwen ~The following morning, I woke up with a brand new sense of purpose. I was entirely determined to fight back against the relentless bullying, even though I knew my direct rival was a literal supernatural creature with physical abilities far beyond my own. Before I even walked out the front door to head to campus, I pulled up Coach Hayes’ contact number and hit dial."Good morning, Coach Hayes. I was wondering if you could do me a quick favor today?" I asked, tossing my heavy duffel bag onto the passenger seat of my car before slipping behind the steering wheel."Good morning, Gwen. Sure, what's on your mind?" she asked politely over the line."Are you going to be around the athletic department grounds at all today?""Yes, absolutely. I don't have any of those mandatory sports management meetings scheduled for this morning," she confirmed."Perfect. Will you actually be available to oversee today's cheer practice?" I pressed.There was a
Chapter 66: The Salem Moon Hounds.~ Yates ~I felt incredibly stupid the exact second I turned around and walked away from her. What on earth was I thinking?“You know, you can be a real jerk sometimes,” Jack’s voice echoed in my head the moment the restroom door swung shut behind me."I panicked, okay? And besides, I never should have let her kiss me in the first place," I muttered under my breath, tracking down the long hallway. I was walking fast, desperate to put some distance between myself and that corridor, when I originally ran into Gwen right outside the ladies' room.“But you still let it happen,” Jack pointed out, his tone dripping with wolfish smugness."It was a complete mistake, Jack. It’s not going to happen again," I snapped back mentally.“Hmm,” was all my wolf offered in response."I mean it, it won't!" I whispered aggressively as I pushed open the heavy door to the locker room."Who on earth are you talking to, Underwood?" Finn Ortiz asked, looking up from the low
Chapter 65: What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger.~ Gwen ~The next morning, I walked out onto our usual practice field, expecting to hear the familiar sounds of sneakers hitting the grass and coordinates being shouted. Instead, the entire expanse of lawn was completely empty. There wasn't a single person in sight, which felt incredibly bizarre given the notification from the day before."Isn't this the exact spot where we always run our routines?" I muttered to myself, looking around at the vacant field.I pulled my phone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen, and quickly typed out a message to the group chat:> HEY EVERYONE, WHERE IS REHEARSAL TODAY? I’M OUT ON THE FIELD RIGHT NOW AND I’M NOT SEEING A SINGLE PERSON.> I hit send and watched the message status change to delivered. Minutes ticked by, and absolutely nobody on the team said a single thing. The entire conversation thread remained completely dead. Frustrated, I manually tagged SyrenDdamsel in a follow-up text, knowin
Chapter 64: Undeniable Chemistry.~ Gwen ~"Oh, um... it’s nothing," I stammered, pulling my gaze away from the ice rink and trying to sound as casual as humanly possible."Hmm. Are you absolutely sure about that?" Elodie pressed, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinized my face."Mmm-hmm," I nodded rapidly, desperately hoping my cheeks weren't as red as they felt.Right at that moment, a figure skated out onto the ice, drawing our attention away from my sudden panic. It was Jerome. Relief washed over me, and I quickly raised my hand to wave at him. He caught my movement almost instantly and flashed a bright smile, waving back without a second thought.Elodie watched the exchange, a knowing grin spreading across her face. "Why don't you two just officially start a relationship already?""I am the one who doesn't want to get into a relationship right now, El," I reminded her, resting my chin on my hand."But come on, he is incredibly attractive," she pointed out, gesturing toward the ice
Chapter 63: Can't Stop Thinking About Him.~ Gwen ~The following morning found us huddled inside the student media room for a mandatory meeting with Lucy, the head of our reporter’s club. She was pacing at the front of the room, tapping a stack of reference folders against her palm with an intensely serious expression."I need something with a lot more teeth this time around," Lucy announced, stopping to look at us. "Our next feature needs to be a truly intriguing, realistic story that will actually make people stop and pay attention."Elodie and I quickly exchanged a wary look across the table."I want this piece running directly on the main student blog where the entire campus will read it," Lucy continued, leaning her hands on the desk. "So I expect you all to dig deep.""When exactly is the deadline for this?" Elodie asked, leaning forward to jot down some notes."You have exactly one week from today," Lucy replied. "I'm intentionally giving you that much time because I want to m
Chapter 62: An Awkward Dinner.~ Yates ~"You told me that she lives incredibly close to your house, Yates. I want to know exactly where she lives," Fanny demanded, her posture remaining perfectly rigid."Why do you care?" I asked, leaning against the doorway."No reason," she replied, shrugging her shoulders with a careless toss of her hair.I gave her a flat look, entirely unconvinced. "Fanny, come on.""What? I don't even have the right to know where my direct competition lives?" she snapped back, her eyes narrowing."So now she's your competition?" I scoffed, shaking my head at how ridiculous this was getting."Anyone who tries to challenge me in my own territory is exactly that," she stated coldly.I let out a long sigh, realizing she wasn't going to drop this until she got what she wanted. "Okay, fine," I said in defeat. I reached out, grabbing her hand and leading her up the stairs to my bedroom. I walked over to the glass and pointed through the frame. "See that house over the







