Skylers POV As I gasp for air, my heart pounding in my chest, I struggle to regain my composure. The war had taken its toll on me, leaving me with haunting nightmares and a constant state of unease. The memories of the battles, the loss, and the fear had become ingrained in my mind, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and the horrors of the past.The sterile scent of disinfectant fills my nostrils as I take in my surroundings, and the bright, fluorescent lights above me make my tired eyes blind. The clinic is a whirlwind of activity, with doctors and nurses rushing from one patient to another, their urgent footsteps echoing through the room. The sound of medical equipment beeping and the distant cries of pain create a symphony of chaos that threatens to overwhelm me.But amidst the chaos, I spot my companions. Their familiar faces bring a sense of comfort and stability to my shaken state. Sarah, with her kind eyes and gentle touch, had been my rock throughout the war.
Skylers POV When we entered through the front door, a wave of warmth and familiarity washed over me. The familiar scent of home enveloped my senses, instantly transporting me back to countless childhood memories. But today, there was an added layer of anticipation in the air, a palpable energy that crackled with excitement.I had been away for what felt like an eternity, navigating the winding path of a coma, and now, finally, I was back. Back to the place where I had taken my first steps, where I had learned the meaning of love and family. Back to the place where my parents had nurtured and supported me, guiding me through life's ups and downs.As I progressed deeper into the house, the gentle whispers of hushed conversation filled my ears. I could sense their presence, their eager anticipation, even before I laid eyes on them. And then, there they were, standing before me, their eyes shining with unshed tears and their faces etched with a mixture of joy and wonder.My parents, my p
Dear granddaughter, It is absolutely astonishing that you came into this world as a one-of-a-kind combination of a vampire and a werewolf. Your mere existence is nothing less than a miracle. Considering how exceptionally rare, it is for these two mystical creatures to come together and create offspring. The only logical explanation that comes to mind. Is that your mother possesses more human characteristics than vampire qualities? You should wholeheartedly embrace your extraordinary nature and harness it to your advantage. With your inherent potential, you can become an influential and formidable presence in the realm of the supernatural. Stand out from the crowd with your mesmerizing pure silver eyes, a unique feature that sets you apart from everyone else. These captivating eyes not only make heads turn in any gathering, but they also grant you an advantage in the dark, allowing you to see better than most. While they may be sensitive to light, this sensitivity is a small price
Skyler’s POV "Skyler, come on, you don't want to be late for school," Mom's voice echoes urgently from downstairs, the sound of her hand hitting a metal object reverberating through the entire house. It's as if she's unaware of the discomfort it causes in both mine and dad's ears, or perhaps she intentionally does it to grab our attention. Either way, she knows how to make sure we're all aware of the time and the importance of being punctual for school." "Mom, I'll be there in a minute!" I shout in response, dragging myself out of bed and making my way towards the closet with a slight groan. My tired eyes scan through the clothes hanging in my wardrobe until they settle on a pair of soft black leggings and a loose-fitting shirt. Opting for comfort over style, I quickly change into this cozy ensemble, reminding myself that there's no need to impress anyone today. After a quick detour to the bathroom, where I brush my hair and effortlessly tie it up into a neat bun, ready to start th
Skyler’s POV From the early years of my life, I have been consistently taught about the significance of advocating for our fellow pack members and protecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it. I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight. Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notorious "Bitch Squad" on a daily basis. As my
Skyler’s POV In the midst of my history class, I find myself observing the peculiar behavior of those around me, as if they deliberately avoid acknowledging my existence. It's as if I possess an invisible cloak that shields me from their attention. As the customary introductions take place and we receive the syllabus, the teacher's monotonous lecture fills the room. I can't help but question the significance of studying history, as its relevance eludes me entirely. In today's fast-paced and dynamic world, it is easy to dismiss the relevance and significance of the past. With our society constantly evolving and the rules and regulations constantly changing, it may seem unnecessary to dwell on what has already happened. However, as I indulge in the delicious rabbit and strawberries that my mom packed for me, I can't help but notice the immediate impact it has on my body. The nourishment from this meal awakens my senses, invigorates my muscles, and clears my mind, reminding me of the i
Skyler’s POV "Is there any chance you could call and ask the school to let me leave early? I'm feeling really overwhelmed and I just need to come home before I lose it. It's gotten to the point where some people in the pack are saying that someone like me, who is a half-breed, shouldn't even be a part of this pack anymore. It's really hurtful, and I think it's best if I just leave." I express my frustration and distress, hoping for some understanding and support. "Sorry, but you have to tough it out for the rest of the day; it's almost over. Remember, you're stronger than those people. Don't allow them to come out on top," Mom insists. As soon as my mom ends the call, I quickly spin around, only to collide head-on with the notorious "Bitch Squad." Talk about perfect timing, right? “Poor baby had to call her mommy boo hoo.” Samantha laughs in glee as they walk away. As I step into the creative writing class, a surge of excitement rushes through me because writing has always been
Mason’s POV As I wake up, I let out a sigh and glance at the clock, feeling a bit annoyed that it's already time to start the day. I slowly sit up and stretch my limbs, trying to shake off the grogginess and prepare myself mentally for what's to come. Once I feel a bit more awake, I get out of bed and head to the bathroom, ready to tackle my morning routine. This includes taking care of my personal hygiene and taking a nice, invigorating shower to wake me up fully. After completing my morning routine, a gentle tapping sound interrupts the silence. Without hesitation, my faithful beta, Cameron, bursts into the room, his countenance reflecting a serious demeanor. “Why the serious face this early in the morning?” I inquire with interest. “My daughter has informed me this morning that she is being bullied and harassed by students at school. And that the principle is worthless and blames her for everything.” Cameron says, frustration clear in his voice. “I'm perplexed as to why she ha