Harold stared hard at the phone as his heart thumped and released blood in a similar rhythm to the wall clock's tick-tocks. From Prof. Ericson's phone which he had in his hands, it was as if Francis, whoever he was, was manipulating Prof. Ericson into...Harold heard the shuffles of feet and in an hasty scuffle, he put the phone back into the drawer and slammed it shut. He hurried to the nearest shelf and as he picked a book, the hinges whined again, the door opened wide and Prof. Ericson stood at the door, surveying the perimeter and watching Harold work for a few seconds. Harold who pretended he was oblivious of his lecturer's presence continued working until his professor spoke.“You've barely done a thing since I left,” he said disappointedly with a tint of anger as he strolled in, holding a folded document in his hands. “I'm very sorry, sir,” Harold started. “It's just that I got tired and decided t

The sun was completely sunk into the sky and a pale yellow hue with a few fluffy white that crisscrossed the milky clouds—like a zebra, had taken over, spreading its tangerine-coloured shade from East to West, and from North to South, too, as it served as a magnificent background for the hundreds of birds of diverse kinds that performed flight acrobatics whilst landing on top of fir trees to rest before taking off again.The evening insects crackled and called to one another in their different ‘languages’ as night slowly crept in and one by one, the street lamps which could be found at every junction came alive, shining their white, bright lights on the tarmac.Out in the open, trying to find a solution to the misery that had befallen one of them was Harold and Wilkes, carefully journeying to the girls' hostels in search of a sassy wolf whom neither of them recognized.“Do you remember the exact location of her room?” Harold asked W

Harold groaned quite loudly as an excruciating amount of pain jittered through his body, tearing his human flesh apart as a new, thicker, and dense skin covered his shifting skeleton.As he transformed, his human mind reminded him of the stakes at hand and consequences if he howled in the forbidden part of the school which he was in, and although his wolf instincts told him to, he kept it locked in his throats which made the pain as he mutated even greater. His ears stretched like a force was pulling it to his limit and his facial bones began to shift and snap, rift slowly like a mechanized tool and join to new stout bones that could stand against the strongest of metals. His legs arched inwards, forming a slightly curved bow behind his knee before the straight, strong part rooted itself into the green grass beneath it and his arms fell on the wet grass before turning into hale and hardened limbs. Brie, whose transformat

For the first time in Harold's life, he went to the gym—when he was done with his classes for the day at a few minutes after 4 pm, to get physically fit. After last night's training that had lasted for a little over seven minutes in the field which was out of bounds, Harold was utterly exhausted and Brie who was still as fresh as she was when they started, on their way back to their various dormitories, advised him to exercise very often, especially since the contest was fast approaching.“Your first time here?” a very slender female with well toned muscles that were of a perfect size when matched with her petite and extremely flexible body said as she stretched her waist beyond what Harold thought was possible of a human.“Yes, yes,” Harold replied as he looked all around. There were tons of equipments everywhere, hanging from above, resting thickly on the ground like they never had and could be moved, a few in their own special compartments, and r

Harold Girard put the letter back into his bag, took out Trisha's phone, put it safely in his pocket then surveyed the the map which was neatly folded in his bag. He looked around, wondering who had put it in his bag but no one present in the gym looked likey they could have done it so, he parted the map slowly on his lap and studied it.There was a diagram towards the edge that looked like it was drawn by a kid for his project and an ugly sketched arrow pointed at it with ‘Golden Lake University’ written on it. From the school, ‘x’ trails which showed the part Harold was follow during the contest led into a part with small firs drawn like the design found on clothing materials. To an edge, Harold saw ‘Forest’ written in a clumsy handwriting and he, Harold, instinctively nodded his head as he understood what it meant.His eyes followed the ‘x’ trails again and only wavered once when an irregular circle was drawn quite a distan