Harold's brows twitched at their edges as they knotted together in an intimidating frown. His breath, too, was mild and regular as sighs escaped through his lips and although he was in an unmoving stance like a statue, he was so in tune with the environment he was in—the forest, that he almost knew of every cricket that crawled past him on the earth and every bird that flew above them to safety.His knees which were a little bent ached as he stood still but he paid no regard to it as he held his sharp knife tightly in his right hand like his life was banked on it, him and the others waiting for the wild animal—not ghoul, he hoped, to come out from behind the thick trees.The only parts of his body which were moving were his heart which was pumping an incredible amount of adrenaline through his veins, ready to spring into action and his eyeballs which sometimes shifted to Derek who Harold thought had been behaving diffe

When Trisha and Wilkes had gone, Chloe burst into another round of tears. She was so sad even her wolf shared in her sadness and no matter how much she consoled herself, she knew the love of her life was gone. Seconds slowly metamorphosed to minutes and minutes to hours and as time rolled on, slowly, a vile thought crept into her head. Revenge.With a blurry vision, Chloe studied her dormitory. The walls which she'd had a verbal brawl with Trisha on till they were hugged with pink wallpapers was the least of her problems. The small and lovely chandelier made of glass that hung from above, too, at that moment couldn't illuminate her of the dark urge to retaliate Trisha's behaviour with one that will affect her just as bad as she, Chloe, was affected. All she needed was an opening.Slowly, her gaze shifted and landed on the spot Trisha had ransacked before she and Wilkes suddenly left her alone to her misery.&lsquo

By the time Harold was fully awake, his contorted neck was back to normal and the only pain he felt was like a needle pricking the sides of his neck.He sat up and looked around and when he was satisfied with the level of safety, he sighed. The forest had returned to its usual serenity and although it was just a little, crickets were croaking at a distance. The star lights were still in obscurity by the immense amount of trees and shrubs that spread out above them but all that was expected hence, nothing out of the ordinary.“How're you feeling?” Penelope called out as she slowly stood up and walked to where he was. After she'd had a strange encounter with two people that said they were Harold's friends; Trisha and Wilkes, she had revived Derek, too, who was still drifting between consciousness and the other world. Not that she could blame him, though. He couldn't heal fast like her and Harold.

As soon as Francis veered the car off the road and into the forest, Professor Ericson's wolf told him that things weren't right and he, too, relayed the message to Francis."What do you think is the problem?" Francis asked, daring to take his eyes off the bumpy track that caused the car to bounce and cast a worried look at his friend. He, Francis, knew Ericson was a good wolf. A great wolf. One of the best wolves out there and if his wolf told him there was a problem then there was definitely one."I... I don't know, too," Ericson replied with a stammer as he looked behind the car but he saw nothing but the trees that disappeared into the darkening skyline. He squinted ahead of him, too, and even with the aid of the car's headlight that blasted darkness away, he saw nothing then he looked to his sides. The trees whished past them and that was it.What had his wolf warned him about?"Do yo

Penelope cringed in intense pain as a burst of sunlight escaped through a small opening in the leafy trees overhead and touched down on her.As soon as the heat touched her pale white skin, it turned red and flabby like over-boiled pork.Quickly, though, she escaped from the sunlight and sunk further into the deep green trees but Derek who was closely behind her like a stalker didn't seem to even notice. Whatever it was that was wrong with Derek, Penelope thought, it was eating him deep.“We're coming close to the end of the forest,” Harold whispered to himself but Penelope's sharp ears caught his words.“I don't think I'll be able to go any further than the forest. This might be the end of my journey.”“Because of the sunlight?” Harold asked. They walked a few metres before he added, “we'll find a way.”There seemed to be no way out of a vampire's intolerance to the sunlight since