Hello Hollow...

° Amy's POV.°

Maybe he was right… maybe this was my sin. But then again, sins always leave a mark.

The morning light didn’t feel warm.

It felt like judgment—peeking through the curtains, touching the bite on my collarbone, the bruises on my hips, and the fading flush still lingering on my chest.

And Jeremy?

Gone.

No note, no scent, not even his usual cocky laugh that always echoed in the school's hallway.

Just silence—and the stupid ache between my legs reminding me that last night after school actually happened.

Yes, he had followed me home and we continued with our mistake.

I sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around me like they could shield me from the weight of my choices. My heart felt heavier than my limbs.

We didn’t even talk.

I let him ruin me—and I liked it. I practically begged for it.

And now he’s gone, just like every other time he messed with a girl’s head. Except this time, it was me. The omega girl. The good one. The invisible one.

I should’ve known better.

I pulled myself together, showered quickly, and stared at my reflection in my dressing mirror for way too long. My lips were still swollen, my neck covered in tiny love bites. Or maybe not love. Just… ownership.

Ugh…I bit my lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed.

I grabbed my hoodie, tugged the hood low to cover my face, and headed out. Maybe no one would notice. Maybe I could disappear into the day like nothing happened.

As I passed the through the school's hallway, the usual whispers floated through the air.

“She’s such a nobody…”

“Did you hear Jeremy skipped training this morning?”

“Bet he’s already moved on.”

I clenched my fists, ignoring the burn behind my eyes. They didn’t know…they didn’t have to know. I tried to act normal like nothing happened.

“Hey Amy!”

I froze.

Becky.

Of course.

She practically lived to taunt me.

“You missed first period,” she said with a wicked smile, tilting her head like she cared. “Rough night?”

I forced a smile. “Headache.”

Her nose wrinkled like she could smell the lie. “Right….Headache. Sure.”

I walked past her before she could dig deeper. I didn’t owe anyone an explanation—especially not the girl who still thought she had a chance with Jeremy.

But the thing was… I didn’t even want him anymore.

Or at least, I shouldn’t.

***

The school day passed in a blur of fake smiles and blank stares. Jeremy didn’t show up to any classes. He didn’t text, didn’t call , he did nothing.

I kept telling myself I didn’t care, but each hour felt like another knife twist in my chest.

By the time I left school, the clouds had darkened. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.

I pulled my hood tighter and took the long way home through the woods. The silence comforted me, no whispers, no judging eyes. Just the cool wind and the familiar scent of pine.

That’s when I heard it.

A snap as branches breaking.

My heart stuttered.

I spun around, eyes scanning the trees. “Hello?”

Nothing.

Just a rustle.

Then another.

I backed up slowly. Maybe it was just a deer. Or a rogue squirrel. Or—

A low growl echoed from behind me.

Shit.

I turned—and there he was.

A rogue.

Filthy, bloodstained, and wild-eyed. His teeth bared. His claws already extended.

I took a shaky step back. “I—I don’t want trouble…”

He lunged.

I screamed, falling backwards and hitting the ground hard.

Pain shot up my spine as he hovered over me, drool dripping from his fangs. I tried to shift, but panic had frozen me in place.

Then everything went dark—until I heard the snarl.

A real one.

Something slammed into the rogue, knocking him off me, and all I could hear were growls and snapping teeth.

My heart pounded as I scrambled to my feet, watching the rogue tumble into the dirt, blood spurting from his shoulder as he whined—and then bolted into the trees.

I couldn’t breathe.

Until I saw him.

Jeremy.

He shifted back slowly, his body shaking with fury. He was shirtless, blood smeared across his chest, eyes glowing.

“What the hell were you doing out here alone?!” he shouted, voice trembling.

I blinked at him. “ And you? What are you doing here?”

He didn’t answer.

He just stared at me—like I was something fragile, like I had almost slipped out of his fingers.

Then I looked away. “I’m fine.” I said.

“You’re not,” he snapped, taking a step forward. “He could’ve killed you.” He added.

“But he didn’t,” I muttered, raising my head a bit to save him.

He growled again—not out of anger, but frustration. “You think I wouldn't feel it if something happened to you?! You think I wouldn't come?!”

That stopped me.

“You… felt it?” I asked.

He looked pained. “ I don't know but I felt it.” He said.

The words hit me like a storm. All the breath left my lungs.

“Then why did you leave this morning?” I asked, voice cracking.

He looked down. “Because I knew you’d regret it.”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“I know,” he whispered, stepping closer. “But I also didn’t want to mess things up before they even started.”

“And now?” I asked.

He reached out, brushing my hair back, his thumb grazing the bruise on my neck like it hurt him to look at it. “Now… I’m scared I already did.”

I closed my eyes.

His touch, his scent, everything about him dragged me back to that moment—to the heat, the ache, the way he claimed me like I was his and only his.

Maybe I was or maybe I wanted to be.

I opened my eyes again, meeting his.

“I don’t regret it, Jeremy.” I replied.

His breath caught.

“No…I hate to admit it but you should.” He replied.

I looked up into his eyes, trying to understand what he meant.

“Am I not enough?” I asked, swallowing a lump in my throat.

He pulled me into his arms before I could finish the thought, holding me so tightly like he never wanted to let go.

“You’re more than enough,” he said into my hair. “You’re everything.”

And for once, I let myself believe it.

***

But fate has a way of ruining soft moments.

Because the next day, I walked into the school hall—and everything shattered.

On the front screen, a blurry security cam video played for everyone to see.

Jeremy—Me—The desk.

Although the cam didn't really expose Jeremy, and that made me the center of attention.

The sound was muted, but the image said enough.

Gasps filled the room , laughter and shocked expressions.

Tears pricked my eyes as I turned to Jeremy—who stood frozen.

He looked at me like his world was ending.

But mine already had.

Then everyone turned to look at me, no…us…

No…

Me!