It got to a point where the beast stopped walking. A male shirt, jeans, and sneakers were scattered on the floor where it stopped. then something remarkable occurred when the wolf-like creature started transforming into the shape of a man until he was completely transformed into a fully fleshly man—a teenage boy, really. He picked up the clothes and wore them, and a smile touched his lips before he sped off.
Clara got home feeling really tired. She was scared and completely exhausted. Walking up to her room, she threw her bag at one corner of the bed and collapsed on it, still wearing her shoes. Immediately she fell asleep and went straight to the dream world.
[ Clara's dream ]She kept seeing flashes of the wolf creature, its eyes, teeth, and long, sharp claws, its massive head and body. In her dream, the wolf was chasing her through the woods, and she tripped and fell to the ground on the root of a large tree. The creature ran to meet her, it jumped on her body with its mouth fully opened.
[ Real world ]
“Ahhhhhhh!” Clara woke up screaming. “It's okay, baby, it's just a nightmare,” Dr. Ellen said as she embraced Clara in a tight hug.
Clara kept shivering in fear as she held her mom back in a tight grip. She was sweating all over her body even though the room was cool enough. “It's alright, you are safe. I am here now, okay? Mummy won't let anything harm you, okay baby,” her mom said, petting her as if she was a little kid who needed closure. She then kissed her on her forehead. “You must be hungry, dinner is ready,” she said then came out from the bed. Dr. Ellen walked to the door, then stopped, glancing back at her daughter Clara, who still had this frightful look on her face. She wondered if something like a nightmare could make someone react like this. “Come down for dinner, okay,” she reminded me, then walked out the door, shutting it close after her
(Time: 9:00 pm Location: All Night Stripper Club)
Weird sounds kept playing, it was actually music—a harsh loud music, and it was accompanied by scattering colorful lights. A hot lady in a bikini was dancing erotically on a pole, delighting the audience. Underage citizens were in their numbers, drinking alcohol and abusing drugs, and in practically every corner of the building one could find couples making out and having raw sex.
Amidst all these, three high school girls in very short gowns kept eyeing an unusually charming young man. He looked like a heavenly creature, his lips as red as wine, his skin as white as snow, and his eyes as blue as the sky. He was really beautiful. His golden hair made him stand out from the rest. He was like the sun as he commanded attention. He wasn't a regular at this place for sure. The girls would know as they partied here almost every night. His long black coat was touching the floor as he sat down at the bar stand with a glass of whiskey in his hand and his eyes scanning around like he was in search of something. And it settled on them.
Two of the three girls had black hair, while one was blonde. Obviously, the blonde was the prettiest among the three, and it was her who caught the attention of the handsome stranger.Her eyes met with his, and he made a cute smile. Then he stood up from where he sat and walked towards the direction of the girls. They were already brimming with excitement as they noticed he was coming to meet them.
“Hello, beautiful ladies,” he cooed, greeting them with a classic bow of the head.
“I am Eric Damian,” he said, stretching out a hand towards the blonde, who just kept staring at his beautiful eyes.
“I am Natasha,” she said giggling and blushing as he kissed the back of her palm.
“Ladies, please permit me, I would like to borrow your friend for a dance,” he said to her two friends, who nodded excitedly, making a girly giggle.
The handsome stranger then led the girl to the dance floor, and oh boy! Did he have moves! He was such a great dancer that Natasha was left breathless, and the other girls around were envious of her because of the charming looking stranger.
After a great dance, Natasha led the handsome man out of the club to a lonely walk-path, with motives to make out with him. She was willing to go further than that, but if only she knew the plans he had for her.
She passionately kissed him, pushing him hard against a wall and pressing her body and lips
He kissed her back with the same force she was using on him, romancing her body all the while from her legs towards up to her chest.
Then he kissed her on her ears down to her neck and Natasha kept moaning softly. He spent time on her neck, kissing and licking it and she held his back tightly as she found even breathing difficult because of the pleasure he was making her feel....But suddenly that pressure turned into a sharp, agonizing pain as she felt his teeth sink inside her neck, the pain was so much she couldn't scream. Her mouth was just wind open and her hands held him at the back of his head.
His eyes turned into Reddish Brown as he sucked the life out of her....
The next day at Great Hill High School, Steven stood frozen in shock, his eyes fixated on Clara as she walked down the hallway. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The way he looked at her, like she was a ghost, was because he and his minions had thought the creature in the woods must have devoured every single bone in her body. But there she was, smiling and chatting with her friends.
"How come she's alive?" Steven blurted out, his tone laced with disbelief and confusion as he watched Clara pass by.
"I don't know, boss," one of his friends replied, his voice tinged with a hint of fear.
"She must have managed to escape from the beast," another said, his words carrying a mix of awe and admiration.
"Obviously," Steven snapped back, his tone sharp and impatient. "Tell me something I don't know, like how the hell did she manage to pull that stunt because she was clearly on the floor when the beast jumped on us?"
"That I don't know, boss," his friend replied, his voice trembling slightly.
"Well, I'll find out soon," Steven declared, his eyes narrowing in determination.
Unbeknownst to Steven, Clara had caught sight of him and his foolish friends from where she was standing. She fought the urge to lash out at them, reminding herself that she was lucky to be alive after what happened the previous day.
"So, what do you think?" Anna asked, her voice cheerful and bubbly.
"Think of what?" Clara replied absentmindedly, her mind still preoccupied with the events of the previous day.
"Wait, don't tell me you didn't hear a single thing I was saying!" Anna exclaimed, her voice tinged with frustration.
"I'm so sorry, dear. Please, can you repeat yourself?" Clara said, her tone apologetic.
Anna let out a deep sigh. "I said, do you think I should ask Caleb out? I've been dropping all the hints in the world, but he's always buried in his books and stuff. He's totally clueless about my feelings for him."
Clara couldn't help but stifle a laugh at Anna's predicament. "Well, I don't really know what to say, but if you like him, I guess you should go after him, right?" she said, her tone sympathetic.
"Yes, exactly! I mean, why should boys always be the ones to make the first move? This is the 21st century, and girls can take charge too!" Anna declared, her voice full of confidence.
"Yeah, you're right. This is the 21st century, and girls rule!" Clara exclaimed, her tone enthusiastic.
Unbeknownst to Clara and Anna, someone else was watching them from a distance.
"You know you shouldn't have done what you did," Noah said, his voice stern and disapproving.
"I know, but I couldn't just let that fool hurt her," Adams replied, his voice tinged with guilt.
"I understand, but just hope that Lucian doesn't hear about this. He won't be happy, and you know what that means," Noah warned, his tone laced with apprehension.
"He won't find out, okay? No one saw me," Adams replied, his voice slightly shaky.
Clara just finished narrating to her friend Anna what had happened to her the day before, and how a wolf-like creature had saved her from the hands of Steven and his minions. She also made it clear that she was planning on reporting Steven to the school authorities and even goin further than that, reporting him to the government authorities. "I know you are really angry, and you want to make them pay for what they did to you, or rather what they wanted to do to you, but don't you think that's too harsh?" Anna said, clearly not supporting Clara's decision. "Harsh? You call standing up for oneself harsh!" Clara replied, almost shouting, which made the whole class, including the teacher, glance at their direction. "Keep your voice down, will you?" Anna whispered, her tone filled with concern. "Is everything alright, Clara?" Miss Jane, the biology teacher asked, her attention on Clara and Anna. "Everything is alright, sorry Ma, I just got a little bit excited, that's all," Clara said
Mathias stopped and turned to look at the principal. “Anytime you feel like talking, you know where to find me," Mr. Phillips said, then increased the volume of the TV set. Mathias left his office. Caleb helped Clara search for the creature she described in the books, but all they saw fitting that description were mythical creatures. “Werewolves? Are you sure about what you saw? Because everyone knows werewolves do not exist... Maybe because you were really scared that's why you imagined the creature to be that big. Maybe it's just a normal-sized wolf you saw," Caleb said, not wanting to believe in the existence of a werewolf. He is more of a science-minded person. “I know what I saw... I am not saying it's a werewolf or anything, but the creature was really big and large. That was no regular wolf," Clara said, trying to emphasize her point. “Okay. Maybe it's a bear then? Bears are known to grow really big," Caleb said, trying to find a logical explanation. “I think I am old enou
Meanwhile, back in the library... “Do you think Clara was serious about this werewolf stuff?” Caleb asked Anna, his tone conveying genuine curiosity. “Are you asking me? Because I really don't know. All I know is that she looked serious. I know I shouldn't be saying this, but I think Mathias is having a bad influence on her,” Anna replied, her voice tinged with concern. “I don't think it's fair to blame Mathias. Even the guy in question himself hasn't once said he had seen a full-grown, alive werewolf before. He always says someone told him or he read it somewhere,” Caleb argued, his voice calm and rational. “What do you want me to say? Because you don't expect me to believe she actually saw a werewolf!! That's just insane,” Anna retorted, her voice rising in frustration. “I know, I know...but she doesn't seem like someone who was lying. Maybe, just maybe, she saw a creature that matches her description,” Caleb said, his tone thoughtful. “Don't tell me you are believing this fair
“Yes...she should be here by now,” Clara said, and all of a sudden, thoughts of what happened yesterday when her mom didn't show up flooded her mind. She didn't want a repeat of that. “Hey, you!” a familiar voice came from a distance. It was Anna, and Caleb was with her. “You just left even before the game ended. Should I be worried about something?” Anna said, furrowing her brows and directing her question at Clara but giving Mathias a mean look. “Everything is fine. Mathias was just helping me with what I discussed with you guys earlier in the library,” Clara explained, her voice hesitant, betraying her unease. But Anna simply dragged Clara away by the hand, leaving Mathias and Caleb staring at each other. After moving some distance away from the boys, Anna began, “I don't care how you will take what I am about to say, but I just have to say it.” “I don't understand what you're saying,” Clara said, looking lost and confused. “I think Mathias's craziness is starting to rub off
Dr. Ellen emerged from the kitchen and set both bowls of cereal on the dining table before making her way to the sitting room. Someone was lying on the sofa, wrapped up in a duvet from toes to neck, with only their head uncovered. Approaching the person, Dr. Ellen tenderly kissed their forehead. "Wake up sweetheart, it's time for dinner," she said, softly tapping them to rouse them from their slumber. Clara groggily opened her eyes. "Dinner is ready," Dr. Ellen repeated. "Alright, Mom," Clara replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She was still feeling drowsy, but her hunger was outweighing her tiredness. The mother and daughter silently enjoyed their meal of cereal at the dining table until Dr. Ellen spoke up, "The boys I saw you with, are they your friends?" Clara took a moment to consider her response before answering, "Yes, they are." She kept her eyes fixed on her food. "Hmm," Dr. Ellen sighed. "What?" Clara asked. "Nothing, it just seemed like
Originally once an Alpha is killed, their strength is transferred to the wolf that killed them, thereby making that wolf the next Alpha of the pack. However, this only works when the wolf that kills the Alpha is not an Alpha themselves. The wolf must be either a Beta or Omega wolf. If an Alpha wolf kills another Alpha wolf, the strength of the dead Alpha won't be transferred to the other Alpha or anyone else because the wolf already has alpha power. However, Lucian loved the feeling of having such strength. He loved it so much that he made an arrangement with Night Sisters, three witches from the pit of hell, who gave him a ring that enables him to do the seemingly impossible thing. He was the only Alpha who could steal other Alphas' power and add it to his own. Therefore, Lucian hunted many packs, killing their Alphas and adding their strength to his. He became more and more powerful with each Alpha he killed, and his strength, power, and respect kept increasing, as did his territo
"I know, but under the guidance of our parents, he wants me to be under his wings as his Beta wolf. His... Mano beta," Adams explained, sounding frustrated and helpless. "What? But you are still a minor... That's against the rules... Is that even allowed?" Noah said, looking shocked and concerned. "Why don't you tell him that? You should have been there with me. Trust me, there exists no scarier sight than what I saw in there," Adams said, then turned, walking to his car, feeling angry and defeated. They both entered the vehicle, and Adams ignited the engine, feeling hopeless about his future. "So, if I get this correctly, this means this would be your new home from now on until you die?" Noah asked, although he knew the answer to that already, feeling sad and worried for his friend. "That's how it's looking like," Adams said, feeling resigned and unhappy about his fate. "What about school? Basketball? Ella? And me? He wants to take your life away even before you get to live it!"
Having dinner with his family, Adams tried to figure out the best time to share the disturbing news with them. He was so sure that it would spoil the atmosphere around the dining table for everyone and he hated being the bearer of bad news that job had already been taken by his younger sister, Karen. The meal of hot spaghetti and fish tasted sour in his mouth today. This is no disregard to Mrs. Bright's cooking, who, for the record, is such a great cook. Adams's mind was busy trying its best to process everything that would soon become his new reality that his taste buds seemed not to be functioning. He felt preoccupied and distracted. The dinner was going normally, with Karen, as usual, complaining about something that happened to her in school, while Mr. and Mrs. Bright simply nodded their heads to everything she said, pretending to be listening to whatever she was saying. Not that they didn't care, but Karen complained a lot, especially about insignificant matters. Adams felt anno