TYLER At eight-thirty in the morning, the constant beeping of my alarm clock summoned me from dream land. As always, I detested that. I guess you could say I had some things to worry about today. If nothing, yesterday was a very long day. For one, yesterday I got to learn that there was another Green Eye and if either of us died, the entire werewolf race would follow suit. Also, to add icing on the cake, my grandmother didn't forget to tell me that there was yet another prophecy which said that one of the Green Eyes would kill the other, and then the werewolf race would be ended too. So, yes, there were two prophecies made at different times and the only similarity was that in either scenario— the werewolf race was predicted to end. Somehow, a Xiray found its way to our house— this happened yesterday too. We also learnt that the guy who owned a bookstore in town was one of the very few people capable of seeing a Xiray’s real form.Oh, how could I forget? I broke up with Enid yester
ADA I wasn't surprised to wake up seeing my parents smiling ear to ear at me. What was astonishing was the waking up bit because I could vividly recall Mum plunging one of our kitchen knives into my chest. After making sure I was fine and asking me to drink some water, Mum explained it all to me. She said killing me was necessary to awaken my powers as a Green Eye, especially because it was locked when I was a kid. After her long explanation, I could confidently say I was even more perplexed but at least she tried. “So I'm immortal? Cool.”Dad wiggled his index finger before my face. “You’re not. You didn't die because your powers were locked and you had some wolfdrops in your system. If that happens to you again, all the wolfdrops in the world won't be enough to save you.”Okay, that was good to know. Then there was the plan Tyler's grandfather came up with and Dad believed it would end our problems. From what he told me, we were supposed to go to some cabin today but they postpo
ETHAN I got to the store at 7:40 in the morning, thirty minutes earlier than my usual time. I got everything set up and in a few minutes, I was reclining on a chair, my nose in a book. People often asked me why I decided to run a bookstore amidst other things I could have done. The truth was that I didn't think there was any one answer to that question. What I usually said was that my love for reading was the first thing that made me look in that direction and, to a great extent, that was true. You know, there was something about reading a novel, especially when it was a very good one. There was this chill it gave that never got old. Whenever I had a good book in my hands, I often felt a sort of energy surge through my bones and, no, it was more than just excitement. I know it sounded silly or hyperbolic, but it was how I have always felt, even since I was a little boy who didn't understand most of the words I read and would often be seen with a notepad beside me where I put down
TYLER Grandma was always there for me. She pretty much filled the void the absence of my parents left in my life. More than just being there for me, her wisdom helped me get through things and I couldn't say this too many times. One of the many instances was when she helped me understand that being different was normal and there wasn't anything to be ashamed of. You see, when I was younger, I was jealous of my peers who were regular werewolves. Teenage werewolves often had very strong bonds with their friends because they got to experience a lot together. Because they were young and still discovering their powers, once a month, they would go out into the woods together to change. They would come back, loud and excited, talking about all the things they did together. I always use to feel left out.Most werewolves didn't know that I had been jealous of them as a kid. Being a Green Eye meant that I didn't get to feel any pain whenever I was changing into a wolf. I was a little stronge
ADA When I was younger, I used to think if I could live forever I would be able to learn everything there was to learn about life; all its secrets, gems, and hidden wisdom. I would be able to control my emotions at all times and nothing would ever come as a surprise to me. Now, I was twenty-four years old but I knew that no one could say life couldn't shove surprises in their face unless that person didn't know anything about life in the first place. For the most part of the last week, I have heard things that made me question everything. I had been introduced into a world I didn't know existed; I had been told that there were twenty demons in the world who were desperate and driven to kill me. As a shocking addition, I got to watch my own mother drive our kitchen knife into my chest. Even with all these, I didn't break down. I held my head high. At least, until the worst happened. About two days ago, I got a call. I was made to know that Danielle, my best friend, was killed in he
ETHAN I was in an old empty building. The pitch darkness made me wonder if I still had eyes. I brought my hands to my face and felt my eyes; they were there, but I wasn't seeing anything. The darkness was like nothing I had ever seen. I found it difficult to say just what was the most horrifying thing for me. Was it the absolute darkness? Was it the fact that my heart wouldn't stop pacing even though I had tried breathing deep and steady? Or was it the fact that I tried shouting, but no word could come out? All these and more were making me question everything and I have never wanted to cry so much as I did now. At least, if I could cry, I would hear my own voice and feel alive. Or just feel something other than fear.Then I heard a sound. No, it was nothing, I said to myself. It sounded no more than a few stealthy footsteps, but I knew it was more than that even though I tried to tell myself otherwise. I started breathing loudly, at least that was the one sound I could make. I bega
TYLER You know what? To a certain extent, I liked the house especially because its duplex structure was done in a rather peculiar way. It had two large spiral staircases with mahogany railings that led to the top of the floor of the house. While it was well in the middle of nowhere and had Grandpa freaking out because the compound was ‘wild' and unkempt— knee-high grasses had taken over the entire backyard, I still liked the mansion. I mean, it was beautiful— way more ‘attractive’ and expensive-looking than the one we lived in and that was funny since this belonged to Grandma. I could only wonder why Grandma called it a little cabin. This was nothing like any cabin I had ever seen. It was a mansion and I couldn't understand why my grandparents had never told me about this place. I settled onto a cushion next to the fireplace, which Grandpa had already stocked with short logs of dry wood that crackled and popped as they burned. The warmth was especially welcome tonight; even werewo
ADA Sitting at the large dining table, surrounded by my family and, well, strangers, I couldn't help but notice my father pulling Tyler aside for a private conversation. Despite their attempts at speaking in hushed tones, my heightened senses allowed me to hear every word being exchanged between them. As much as I tried to ignore the conversation, my curiosity got the best of me and I found myself eavesdropping. I couldn't help but feel conflicted; on one hand, Tyler had been nothing but a complete gentleman, but on the other, my father was quite protective and guarded when it came to his family. Particularly, when it came to me. “How are you feeling?” Mum said, looking at me and Dad, who was now sitting at the table. “I'm fine,” I let out. “You know what, Mum? I will like to take a look around the cabin. Seems really big.” I went out first, wanting to view the cabin from the front. As I stood before what, compared to my little height, appeared to be a towering structure, I could