“Have I ever dreamt of having sex with a wolf?” Gina asked with a bewildered look on her face.“No, I mean have you ever had... a sexual dream? You know, the kind that makes you wake up all wet and hot?” Marcella asked, keeping her focus on the laptop in front of her.They had been given an assignment to cover the coming Annual Willowdale's Founder's Day and had agreed to meet in the school library to brainstorm ideas when Marcella had blurted out her question. Which she was now ignoring because of the look Gina was currently giving her. “Well, yeah, of course I’ve had wet dreams,” she answered as she rummaged through her bag for her phone. “The first wet dream I ever got was I think in junior high.” “Really? That early?” Marcella perked up at that as she thought that maybe, she wasn't crazy. Well except for the wolf part.“Boys aren’t the only ones who get perverted thoughts, you know.” she replied with a slight smirk on her face.True, but Marcella usually kept such thoughts loc
Marcella sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue with her friend. "Alright, but can we please stick to a small budget this time?"Gina rolled her eyes. "Don't worry about it, Marcie. I'll cover us."Marcella couldn't help but feel a little guilty as they walked into the boutique. She was sure the money Gina would spend shopping would be enough to cover Nana's medication for a month. Pushing the foul thought away, she put on a cheery smile as she understood that this was her friend's way of showing she cared.They spent hours trying on outfits and taking selfies in the dressing room. Gina seemed to have an endless supply of energy, but Marcella was starting to feel exhausted."Gina, can we please take a break?" she pleaded. "My feet are killing me.""Fine, but just one more store," Gina said with a smirk.Marcella sighed, knowing it was pointless to argue. She followed her friend to the next store, hoping they could wrap things up soon.Gina had picked about 3 fancy outfits each for
Bolton was seated on a metal chair which doubled as an examination table in a well-lit laboratory, his chest exposed and wearing only blank pants as strange-looking implants lay visible underneath his skin. The doctor, a tall and burly half-man, half-wolf, with thick dark fur for skin and sharp claws for fingernails moved around in his white lab coat mixing different chemicals and sniffing them, his nose twitching as he worked.Bolton had once asked him why he couldn't revert back to his human form and found out Dr Charles had been testing some drugs on himself to find a cure for the rare werewolf sickness that plagued their kind after he had lost his mate to it. He had been able to keep himself alive but had lost some of the genetic composition of his human side so he was stuck in his wereshift form.His mind drifted to a time in his life when he had almost died, if not for Dr Charles. Watching him work, he knew the man was an extremely intelligent scientist and doctor and was also a
"We can't afford slip-ups like this I'm afraid," he said casually. The other werewolves in the room shifted uncomfortably, not daring to make eye contact with him. They knew what was coming next.Within the next millisecond, he had decapitated Grant's head off his body and blood was still spraying around the table where his body still sat for a few seconds before collapsing off his chair. The rest of the pack remained silent, knowing better than to question their leader's judgement.Walking casually to the waste basket, he dropped the head into it and gave himself a reassuring smile. Useless people or things belonged in the trash."What do we do now?" another lieutenant asks as he walks back to his seat, his hands still dripping in blood. He sat down casually and leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "We tighten security. We double-check everything. We can't afford any more slip-ups like this."The conversation continues as if there isn't a dead body in the room, each l
It was the early hours of Sunday and Lucas sat quietly in his seat on the plane, staring out the window, his mind a blur of memories and emotions. He had left the Willowdale Founder's Day celebration a few hours ago and was heading to Mystic Pines, his hometown in Louisiana, to see his pack and honour them as was his tradition. It was after all, the anniversary of their deaths, of the day he let them down.As the plane began to taxi down the runway, the captain's voice crackled over the intercom breaking him out of his thoughts. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We are currently cruising at an altitude of 36,000 feet and are on schedule to arrive in Louisiana at 5:45 AM. The current weather is clear and we should have a smooth flight. Thank you for flying with us."Lucas sighed and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes. He knew he was going to be a wreck very soon as the pain of his loss was already feeling very fresh all over again.Suddenly, he
That was when he understood what it felt like to die and yet, he was still here. He knew the loss had broken something that couldn't be fixed inside him and he was happy to always have that gaping emptiness as a reminder of her."Hey babe," he whispered as he bent forward to give her stone a kiss and place the bouquet of flowers he brought next to it. She loved flowers."I miss you, Cassie," he said softly, his voice still barely above a whisper. "Every fucking day, I miss you. I wish you were here with me. I wish I could hold you and hear your pretty laugh again."Lucas took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as hot tears were streaming out at this point and he swore he heard the sound of his heart shattering all over again. "I know I wasn't the best mate to you, I didn't protect you like I should have. I'm so fucking sorry babe. I wish I could go back and change things, and make them right. I wish I never left you."He could clearly remember their first kiss, the first time sh
It was an early Friday morning as Marcella trudged along the sidewalk in white tees, blue jeans and sneakers, her feet aching with every step. She was exhausted from the busy week she had just had. Between her part-time job at the bar, her morning shifts at the coffee shop, and trying to keep up with her classes and take care of her Nana, she barely had any time to rest. Her only consolation was that all her hard work would soon pay off once she wrote her final exams. Her Nana would be so proud, as she had been sponsoring her education until she got into college and wasn't able to work anymore. She just had to make use of her free time wisely in order to ace her final tests and exams to maintain her perfect grades.As she made her way towards the public library, she recalled the people she had interacted with over the past few days. She had been getting along with more of the female attendants at the bar, and it made her happy to have formed some new connections. They had all accepte
She needed a missile dropped on Willowdale that second. Her rotten luck had made her pick the most perverted book she had ever heard of even though she had never read it. At that point, if it was possible to die from embarrassment, she wanted to be the first to do it.“That's uh…” Professor Lucas's brows were now pinched together as his attention remained fixated on the book. The tops of his cheeks looked like they were tinged a light shade of pink. Or maybe it was the sunlight streaming in around them through the shelves but Marcella was still too mortified to respond to him."That's an interesting choice," he finally said and she nodded along feeling stupid. Well, it was too late to back out now.Maybe if she just excused herself…"I was actually looking for a spot to read," she said while looking around for effect, "so yeah, I guess I should get going now…""There's a free chair opposite mine," he suggested, now standing straight. Marcella wasn't sure she heard him correctly and a