Arda woke up to a firm hand on her shoulder. She woke up, startled. Gillow was on the bed beside her. He was in grey pajamas, his hair framing his face. She had gone to bed alone because he was out, so she didn't know when he returned."What is it? You're having a bad dream?" He asked, a look of concern on his face."No. I was just startled.""Hmm. Anyway, it's morning."Arda could see that. She didn't know she had slept so long."I didn't see you come.""I know. You were sleeping like a baby. But it's like 7:30 and you're still sleeping. I couldn't resist waking you up. But that's because I need to go out early and want to chat a bit before I do. Sit up, will you?"As he spoke, he was already helping her by pulling her up so she could sit down.She looked at him expectantly, wondering what he wanted to chat about."So, Dear, we never did talk about your things that the pack helped you gather from your off-campus apartment."Arda didn't find the topic worth talking about."Yeah. Is the

Arda shut her eyes, resigned to her fate. She could feel the sharp points of Sue’s pressing fangs pushing against her skin. She could hear Sue’s animalistic grunts and pants. Any second and the fangs would pierce her skin. With every passing second, her fangs were digging into her skin, and down it went to the point of causing discomfort. Sue was going slow, perhaps affected by Gillow’s coaxing interference. It didn’t feel like Sue would stop anytime soon. Arda heard a growl. It was darker, scarier, and laced with control and authority. She had to open her eyes. She knew it wasn’t Sue. Deep down, she already knew who it was, before opening her eyes. It was Gillow, crouching low to Sue’s level, meeting her eye to eye. His teeth were clamped together as he snarled at her, panting, grunting. Sue’s animalistic sounds began to reduce. Her grip on Arda started to slack. “That’s it.” Gillow encouraged firmly like one taming a wild animal. Control your want- control your need. You’re in c

Karina hung around outside Ray’s Office, waiting for Arda who was inside.In Ray’s office, Arda walked in and greeted Ray who was watching her from his desk, a cold look on his face.“Good morning Sir.” She greeted.“Let’s dispense with the pleasantries, Arda. Now, since this is not our official thesis meeting time, tell me what I need to hear.”“The answer is no.”“What?”“I said, the answer is no.”He rose and started walking over to where she stood.“Is that your final answer?” he pressed.“Yes.”“Then prepare to fail and lose your last scholarship payment.”Arda looked at him squarely in the eyes.“I know what you are.” She blurted.He looked slightly taken aback by her assertion.“What did you say?”“I know what you are.” She repeated.“And what is that?”She lowered her voice as though still trying to hide his identity. “You’re a werewolf.”He laughed. Offended by his laughter, Arda retrieved a lighter from her pocket and switched it on. Upon seeing the fire, he stepped back sha

Following Karina’s haste, Arda was back inside the car where Chester was waiting for them. “You guys wasted time.” He remarked as they settled down in the vehicle. “And you both look tensed up.” He observed, at the same time, starting the car. “Yeah. She was having some issues with her Prof,” Karina explained. “He happens to be a werewolf.” She added gravely. “What? Which pack? And what kind of problem?” “I don’t know. Let’s just get out of here first.” Chester opened his mouth to inquire more, decided against it, and moved the car. Dappled sunlight shone through the surrounding trees, bringing about, mysterious shadows. The car was on the road, progressing towards another part of town. “Do you guys mind giving me the details now?” Chester pressed. “Prof. Ray has been asking me out, but I refused. He recently started being forceful about it, threatening to ruin my scholarship by ruining my grades.” Arda summarized. “Oh Gosh,” Chester muttered with disdain. “Yeah,” Arda comm

Gillow’s athletic smooth skin split like the bark of a tree. Wiry silver hairs sprouted forth. His already wolf-turned piercing and intense crimson eyes seemed ruddier as his transformation progressed. His bones moved beneath his skin like mechanical vipers; audible cracks cut through the air as his limbs cracked, ripping his pants open. He fell to his knees and then forward on his contorting hands. On all fours, he proudly gave himself over to his darker nature. His flesh visibly moved, his tissues rearranging. His mouth spotted emerging fangs. His handsome face distorted as his jaw extended, with his skull changing shape and longer beastly hairs sprouting forth. His hands gnarled and his fingers curled back as claws burst out. As howls continued to fill the air from surrounding pack members, low guttural growls escaped him, his claws firm on the ground. He was no longer himself. He was a werewolf vampire in his beastly form. He was distinct from the pack, being the only one with