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The Denali Wolves 1.6
BECCA DROPS the flat iron beside me and spins my chair around to face the mirror. “I’m done,” she announces as I blink away the surprise. My hair, usually curly, now comes down in straight, silky strands hanging all the way past my waist. I sported a smokey eye, sexy red painted lips that I’d never dreamt of wearing till tonight and a light dousing of blush on the apples of my cheeks. Another person is staring back at me. And she's beautiful. “Leo wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off of you when he sees you,” Becca says. “Even though I wish you’d dump the dumb fuck but beggars can’t be choosers.” I roll my eyes. “Are you forgetting that you’re the one who begged me to get out and find a boyfriend? And when I do you’re not happy.” “Yeah, because I meant Rory from Math class not Leo from Sex Ed,” she deadpanned. I snort. “I like Leo, Becca and he’s been good to me. I think if you gave him a chance, you’d really like him.” She sighs picking an invisible thread from her dress. “I d
The Denali Wolves 1.7
SLOWLY, MY EYES open to meet the blurry sight of my parent’s living room ceiling. I attempt to sit up but wince as a sudden pain shoots through my temples, almost sending me right back into the fetal position I had been curled into on the cold floor.How did I get here? I thought.Everything is a fog, still, I remember leaving Becca’s party... seeing Nero... then... nothing...What happened after I left the party?And why can’t I remember?As the pain subsides and most of the ringing in my ears lessens, I manage to get to my feet, only to meet the entire circumference of the living room alight with flashing red and blue strobes, glaring through the open window.I blink.What is going o—Before I can even arrange a thought, my door is kicked open, and in comes a brocade of Patrol Guards with guns aimed at the ready... Right at me.“Put your arms above your head! Now!” One of the Guards shouts, spittle flying out of his mouth. My arms do as he says without a second thought.“What— What’
The Denali Wolves 1.1
A TINY GUST of wind tickles my nose and I scratch at it sleepily with my fist. “Mmm.” Did I leave open the windows last night? There’s a shifting, then another breath and my eyes are shooting open. “Morning, baby. You look so beautiful when you sleep.” I fly up, scowling at the girl lying next to me with a wide grin on her stupid face. “Why the hell are you in my room, Becca?” I ask, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “Better question, how did you get in here? I locked all the doors last night.” Becca laid back in my bed closing her eyes and getting comfortable. “You live in a flat, dummy. Take a wild guess.” I knew I forgot to close the windows. I brush the loose strands out of my eyes to peer at the clock on my nightstand. ‘7:42’ it reads and my eyes widened when it hits me. “Shit. School.” I hop up and catapult myself towards my closet only to hear Becca murmur, “Oh, yeah. We’re late.” Cursing her to the depths of Tartarus, I grab my shower things and prep myself. After my
The Denali Wolves 1.2
SOMEONE HAD DOUSED our entire front yard in crimson red while we were eating breakfast. Everything from the bushes to my parent’s windows was splattered with the foul paint with the words ‘Happy Birthday, Murderer’ written in harsh red strokes across the front door, like something right out of a horror flick. A wave of helpless anger simmered inside me, so deep and so raw I felt the sting of bitter tears well up behind my eyes. But there was no use crying. This is not the first time this has happened to me and it certainly won’t be the last. This is my life after all. Goddess knows the Denali wolves would never allow their pack’s pariah a day of happiness, especially on her birthday. No, to them monsters like me are meant to be chained, and if they couldn’t have that, they’d settle for my sanity. “Is anyone else getting that smell?” Becca asked, her nose scrunched up on an inhale. I follow her lead, sniffing the air and not pinpointing the smell until... I almost bring up my breakfa
The Denali Wolves 1.3
"FREAK!" CUTS ACROSS the crowded hallway as heads swivel around to look for the recipient of the insult. And if I didn’t know any better I’d swear these people could smell fear with the way they zoned in on me the moment I stepped through the crowd. Laughs ring out so loud you would’ve sworn the asshole was Chris Rock on Comedy Central. I ignore Ben, the self-imposed class clown and my bully for four years, and head to my locker. My head is downcast so as to not draw attention to myself. But the moment Ben set his sights on you, he made everyone know it. Every-goddamn-one! I feel him at my back as I yank open my locker. “Leave me alone, Ben.” I switch my books as fast as my shaking hands would let me. “Oh come on, Massie. It’s your birthday. It won’t be a special day if I don’t remind you how much of a broken, psychotic bitch, you are.” A book tumbles out of my grip and hits the ground like a thunderclap. I cringe, not at the sound but at his words. I spin on my heels to face him, m
The Denali Wolves 1.4
THE AIR IS CHILLY despite being surrounded by so many hot-blooded shifters in the middle of town. I snuggle deeper into my puffer jacket to get away from the cold—and the several eyes boring into the back of my head. They have been glaring at me ever since I stepped into town. I do my best to ignore it but Goddess is it uncomfortable! I don't want to be here if you couldn’t tell. But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Bec
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