Crissy’s Point of View (In Her Dreams) While driving home from university for summer break. The view of the forest when going home was terrific. I turn the music on loud. My favorite song came on; It’s my life by Bon Jovi. While dancing in the car, a deer runs in front of my car. I almost didn’t miss it. I pull off to the side of the road. My breathing was loud, and my anxiety kicking in. I grab my handbag and take my medication to calm myself down. Climbing out to get some air. Pacing back and forth waiting for the medication to do its work. Finally, it starts to work, I could breathe normally again. Fuck, that was a close call. Crissy do not mention this to mom. She might kill me. Climbing back into the car, driving in silence the entire ride home. Arriving home, my phone buzzes, and my mom’s name pops on the screen. Answering the call. Trying to keep my tone normal. Hoping my mom doesn’t notice anything different. “Hey, mom,” I say excitedly. “Hello, nugget. Are you home yet?”
Crissy’s Point of View My day starting late. Almost around eleven. Throwing in a few cloths into the washing machine. I quickly made breakfast. Thomas quickly eats his food and rushes back off to his room. Shaking my head the washing machine goes off. Taking it out and placing it into the tumble dryer. Deciding to making myself a cup of coffee and to read my book outside on the porch. While I was sitting outside on the porch, I was reading Wolf of the Past by A.D. McLain. There fell a tiny rock on the timber floors. Startling by the sound. Grabbing my chest. Taking big breaths. Calming myself down. I commence with scanning in which direction it might have emanated from. I let loose a sigh. “Seriously, don’t you have better things to do?” I yell making my way to my feet. Walking towards the railing. “Get a move on and go bother someone else with your sappy stories.” “I do apologize, love, but I had to get your attention somehow. Without anyone aurally perceiving. However, it seems
Crissy’s Point of ViewI woke up with Thomas still beside me. He looks so peaceful when he is asleep. Waking him up so we could shower and prepare for school. He is so clumsy when he is half asleep. I went to the shower and turn on the hot water. While the water was starting to heat up, the bathroom starts to steam. For a few minutes, I stare at myself in the mirror, and the thought of the three brothers runs through my mind. Thinking about all three of them made my heart race.I shake my head and quickly jump in the shower. Standing there, the hot water falling on my body. My hair soaking wet. Stretching my neck, letting my head fall to the right then the left. Reaching for the shampoo, I almost slipped. Grabbing the sides of the shower. I let out a squeal. Finishing my shower, walking into my room with my towel around my boobs. Covering my body.Standing in front of my cupboard, deciding what to wear. I grab a black plain top with a pair of bootlegs. Matching underwear is a must, bl
Austin’s Point of View I quickly rush to my car and drove home. I’m sorry, Crissy, that I had to leave you hanging. I need to get to the bottom of this. That scent was strong, and I recognize that scent and the symbol on the crow’s wing. It is the marking of the Volatile pack. Every pack has shapeshifters, and they are made enslaved people for the wolf packs. They depend on us wolves for protection; in return, they do all our dirty work. The Volatile pack is the one trying to take over my pack. How did they find us? We need to quiet him before he can report and reveal our location. They knew about Crissy. When I arrive home, then rush into the house; luckily, my brothers were home. Flinging open the door and storming in. Their eyes widen. Staring at me, I could see the confusion in their eyes. “Guys, we have a major problem.” I babble, rubbing my head while making my way to the bar to pour myself a drink. “Hold on, what is the matter?” Michael flew up from his chair. “The Volatil
Thomas’s Point of ViewI need to start my school project because it is due in a week. The day of submission is also the last day before the summer break. Where did Crissy say I can find information? My mind was trying to remember. Ah, the attic. I walk to the entrance of the attic, and I pull down the stairs. I was scared of what might be hiding in there. I slowly open the attic door. It was dark and dusty. I pull the light switch. At least the lights still work in here. I made my way into the attic. I don’t know where to start looking. There are so many boxes and stuff up here.I decide to start with the first box I could find. When opening it, a tiny spider crawls out. I was startled. Something tells me I’m going to see many of them up here. I start searching in the first box. I found a photo of my dad. I almost forgot how he looks.My eyes start to feel watery. I didn’t really know him. But I wish I can get to know him very soon when he gets back. It has been a few years, I don’t k
Alexander’s Point of ViewI stare at Crissy as she walks away. Fuck! Austin, you imbecile. I hope for your part she didn’t see you change. Watching Crissy walk towards her house then entering. I hear the sound of her lock click as she locks it. Quickly I make my way home. Opening the door to find Michael sitting at the dinner table reading a book. Licking his finger then slowly flipping the page. He stares up towards me then burring his face back into his book.“Michael, we have a serious problem,” saying this while walking toward him. Slamming the door shut.“Alexander, like I told you, having a rabbit stuck between your teeth is not a problem.” He places his book on the table. Leaning back in his chair, staring at me.“No, it’s not that. I think Crissy might have seen Austin change.” I flinch waiting for him to jump up and start yelling. There was a moment of silence, I slowly open my eyes to look at Michael.“Austin wouldn’t be that irresponsible.” His voice calm, I stare at him co
Crissy’s Point of View“Hello, Grandma.” I start to cry. Tears rolling down my face making my sight blurry.“Oh baby, it’s going to be fine. He was bound to find out sooner or later.” While she says this, she hugs me tightly. Rubbing my back.“I know, but I was supposed to tell him. Now he wants nothing to do with me.” My voice was quavering. The words struggle to leave my mouth.“He needs time. He will forgive you, I know, and I also know you have been having a hard time lately.” She pushes me back slowly placing her hands on my face. Wiping away some of my tears.“And the nightmares are getting worse.” Shaking my head before the tears roll down my face once again.“It will get better my nugget. You just need to keep on taking your medication. Maybe this was a good thing that happened. Maybe now you won’t feel like it’s your fault anymore. Please remember I’m one phone call away, dear.” She gives me a kiss on the forehead. Making me smile a bit.“I know. Thank you, grandma. I love yo
Austin’s Point of ViewI have been staring at the ceiling since waking up. Crissy knows what I am. How will she ever trust me after this? Not to mention the member of the Volatile pack. We still haven’t captured him. We have reset the trap for the past few days. All that we caught were normal birds. Nothing with the Volatile pack symbol. Worrying about Crissy. If that crow will attack her again. Not to mention that if it changes into its human form, he or she might kidnap her.Making my way out of bed. Grabbing my shirt that I wore yesterday. I make my way do the stairs on my way to the door. Walking past Alexander sitting on his chair, passed out. Kicking his chair he was startled and sat up straight.“Do something useful. Start breakfast or something.” I say to Alexander. Making my way to the door.Alexander rubs his head. Trying to wake up. I turn around and stare at him shaking my head before speaking.“When I get back, I want something to eat. Got it?” I stare at him waiting for