"Legend?" I question.
"It's more like a prophecy," he quickly corrects.
"What does it say?"
"Well," Jake cuts in, his voice like a knife, "it talks about a pack, led by a Spier who has the abilities of both a werewolf and a Spier. With these supernatural powers combined, the Spier has a super talent that will allow his pack to defeat the red-eyed wolf and destroy the red rock. After that, the Shifters will cease, as will the werewolves. Basically, werewolves exist to fight the Shifters."
"We have a copy in the library. I recommend you read it for a better understanding than what Jake just gave you," Ray says coldly, then turns away and walks down the hall.
"Wow," jokes Yi, "sounds like someone is cranky."
"Well, my explanation was pretty awful," Jake says.
"Don't worry, I'll read it," I quickly reassure him. What Jake said makes almost no
"Get up!" I throw my pillow over the ever-irritating mop of blue hair. If I could, I'd punch his face, but he has that and the rest of his body buried under a mountain of blankets.A groan emerges from the lifeless bundle, then silence."Don't make me say it twice," I squint, crossing myself to his side. I stare at the shimmering blue that always manages to distract me, blinking annoyingly as it nearly blinds me with its light.He turns slightly, and I can now see his forehead and unnaturally long eyelashes. Jealousy burns through me as I look at the revealed part of his face. Isn't the girl supposed to be the pretty one?On a whim, I reach out to him and slap the package as hard as I can. There are miserable moans as the man emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon, holding his arm in indignation."You could have just used a pillow," he scoffs, though still under the spell of slee
"Oh, you're back," I smile as Wes leads the way to the kitchen, followed by a pack of werewolves. Yi is bed-headed, his disheveled black hair standing straight up. His eyes are bloodshot, as if he just had a bad night's sleep."Are you better now?" asks Wes with concern."Yes." I gesture toward the dining room just off the kitchen. "Just go sit in there and I'll bring the food in soon.""You're amazing, Mona," Wes laughs, walking over and wrapping an arm around my waist. I stiffen a little, amazed at how completely different it feels when Xavier touches me. Xavier tends to send sparks of flame through my body, while Wes freezes me like an ice cube. With another carefree smile, he sneaks up and kisses me on the cheek.I pat him on the arm, slightly angry but still playful. "What are you thinking, trying to steal a kiss from me?" I ask in a teasing tone. But inwardly, I wonder why, exactly, I don't fee
"You don't understand," Wes begins, "having us for a week is the ultimate trophy. Our wives get to brag the whole time they have us. Our appearance is above the ordinary, especially Xavier's crazy hair, and we are famous among Moonlight viewers. We are like what you would call "trophy wives," but we are temporary and also men, of course. ""Trophy men..." I chuckle softly."I don't know what we're going to do without Xavier... it'll be a scandal among the women," Jake shakes his head ruefully, "let's hope none of us mate too."I scan the area for any hint of Ray, then slowly lean in. "Why do women even bid on Ray? He's practically a monster, and so rude to boot!" I whisper, my voice lingering on the wind before it reaches their ears. Wes bursts out laughing, Xavier soon joining in. Jake is the only one who manages to stay calm, answering my question softly."You haven't seen him among the ladies...and he's practically a mirror image of Xavier, minus the hair and a few other details. A
Wandering through the corridors, I suddenly discover the faint figure of a man lingering against the stone wall. He turns, as if waiting for someone, slumping until he is sitting on the floor. There are a few moments of complete and utter stillness, then he rises regally to his feet. The lights suddenly go out, dying against the crushing darkness, as he flips a switch. He stops, then starts walking. Not sure why, I follow him, almost hypnotized by the footsteps echoing in my head.At the end of the corridors, a faint light lingers, intensifying with each fear-filled step. My heart seems to beat even more erratically as we walk, my steps mirroring his. As the light shines on the man, the outline begins to illuminate and I instantly know who it is. He enters the room, deliberately leaving the door wide open, and I enter."Ray," I say softly as the man stands before me."This is the library. Sorry about the lights, by the w
~Xavier~"Do you really think I should?" I ask, looking into Jake's deadly serious eyes."Well, we don't want your fans boycotting the club just because you're no longer here," he answers clearly, "this way you can take care of it yourself.""Fine," I huff, "but you better not be auctioning me off in secret while I'm there. I know you...you'll do anything for a little extra cash." Jake is our moneyman, professional with a wild side. I have no idea why the girls like him. Obviously, they can tell that the green wads of paper in their hands attract him more than them."Don't worry, I'm not inhuman enough to do this... but it's still a good idea. Just imagine! We'd bring you 100,000 bucks for your last bid. They all bid like crazy." Said Jake dreamily, running a hand through his short crystal white hair.Without another word, I storm out of the kitchen, wanting to avoid one of Jake'
"I hate you!" I say angrily, tears flowing profusely. I feel like a mess. Everything is falling apart. I know her movements are normal for a psychic being converted, but I'm still scared. She could still die.I step back beside her as another scream rips through the air, desperately wanting to hold her. Whispers of agony are in the air, enough that I can feel it, just beyond my ability to change the pain. Tears now cover her face like a mask, running down her neck, her cheeks soaked.I wrinkle my nose as his smell turns black, repulsive even. Ray backs away a little too, noticing the skunk stench she now carries.Suddenly, her eyes go glassy and she is completely still. My blood runs cold."You know you killed her," I look steely into her big green eyes, "she's going to disappear forever." I turn away and clutch my head to his heart. Only the faintest whisper of a heartbeat remains.
~Mona~Unknown, boiling blood flows through my veins.This is not the first time I've wished for death, but this time the desire is much, much stronger. Every breath I take allows the frigid air to enter my lungs, freezing my insides and fighting the heat that envelops me. I feel the extreme burn, then the excruciating cold. I am bathed in excruciating agony, every second pure torture.Thinking is impossible, the pain being the only emotion that eats away at my mind.My tears are like little ice pellets, running down my cheeks as I writhe. Once again, an all-too-familiar sense of doom washes over me, penetrating through the fire and ice. I am a lost cause. Death waits once again. Why does it seem to want me so badly?Then a splash of a soothing substance hits my tongue, sliding down my throat like melted chocolate. Any tranquility it brings defeats, exploding in my belly like fir
The werewolf takes me into an embrace, which somehow seems gentler. His crushing embrace doesn't hurt like it sometimes does; only comforts me. Sparks of warmth erupt, and suddenly I feel safer than ever. Is this what a real hug is supposed to feel like...??I unconsciously close my eyes, swept away by his obvious devotion. Usually I would feel angry at his easily displayed desire, but now I don't care.I've almost lost it."Ooh," a teasing voice bursts out behind us, "we're going to watch a love scene." I jump hastily away from him, suddenly aware of how close my face has come to his. My lips burn to be touched, stinging with disappointment at the chance that was lost. Even my body fights me, begging me to give in to my desire. But I must be stronger.Jake laughs at my embarrassment, being able to see through my appearance. "Look," he continues mockingly, "she's blushing." I cover my face with