I smiled softly back and stood, only to remember I lost my flip-flops while running out here.“Umm, I kinda...”I didn't need to finish my sentence before Hyene grabbed a pair of tennis shoes from behind the rocks with some socks in the heels and thrust them in my direction.“How—” she cut me off.“My ability is mind reading. It's how I knew where you were and what you needed.”My mind spun.

The rest of the day went by smoothly, consisting of mainly me asking the 'pack' a lot of questions.Apparently, Dr. Jackson was a scientist who has been after the supernatural population for years. He's part of a group called the Keepers. He got a hold of whomever he could, making them experiments and his own personal slaves, bent on only doing his work.Only few actually survived through the experiments to become his slaves, though. Unfortunately, there was a whole society of these people called Keepers, but Dr. Jackson was the most well-known.The two men who were after me were trying to get Claire for the Keeper's experiments. They didn't recognize

I walked in to find a small meditating room. The walls were a beautiful shade of light blue, resembling the sky. There was hardwood floor, with yoga mats facing each other, awaiting their next use.I moved towards the middle of the room, standing and waiting for further instruction. Spencer came in behind me, taking off his jacket and shoes again, before removing his socks and coming to the middle of the room.“Can I ask you one more question?”Spencer smirked, “Yeah, sure.”I followed suit, taking off my socks and putting them next to Spencer'

I woke with a gasp.I lay on the forest floor, alone. It was still dark out and I had no idea how long I’d been unconscious.I twisted my head to the side and couldn’t see anything but the trees near me. The back and side of my head were throbbing and it felt like my face was on fire.My previously injured ankle sprouted with some more pain, inviting my newly damaged shoulder to join. I struggled to turn in the opposite direction, moaning as I rolled over.And I came face to face with bared fangs. I reached out and grabbed a medium-sized stone and slammed

I stared up at the huge school in front of me, Claire sitting next to me in the middle seat of the car, gaping just like I was.The front doors were huge, glass, and right under a sign that proclaimed “Robert S. Corneldo High School” in a blindingly pure white. The title lay in the center of a large gray circle with a blue rectangle behind it, making it pop out.The school gave me an instant worry about being able to find and get to my classes in time. The brick building was about the same size as our other school, but I have never been good with directions.Students started towards the entrance, scattered in their own pairs as they went to