Life is all about change. But is it really change? Or is it just uncertainties? If change is so good for us, then why our instinct is to fear change? Is change always good? Who said it is always good?“Caleb!”, one of his friends called him. Caleb looked at me with questioning eyes. More like eyes filled with uncertainty! I nodded slowly and he finally let me go. A void! That is what I felt. With no arms holding me safely in their warm embrace, I felt scared. I felt being pulled into a dark void.I watched his every move. I could feel the sweat drip down from the side of my face and pause at my chin for a second or two before falling and vanishing into oblivion. I was nervous. My eyes were focused on his face, trying to read his expressions and find the answer my selfish self was asking again and again. At this very moment, I realised, how selfish humans can be. There was a dead body found and my mind was still hoping, it shouldn’t be my friend to sav

I never expected rainbows and unicorns in my life. And I clearly never expected werewolves. After losing my parents I thought nothing could affect me anymore. No amount of hardships could make me feel helpless. But today, staring into a dark nothing, I felt like calling out for help. I was scared, not of darkness, but of being alone. “Where is she?”, a voice boomed making me flinch. I couldn’t see anything which might have made my hearing a lot more sensitive. I looked around trying to make out what was happening. “Is she inside this cage?”, I heard Caleb’s voice. I stood up and slowly moved towards the direction the voice was coming from. Maybe Caleb is back! “I am here!”, I yelled without thinking. “There she is.”, the voice said. “Sir, think about it one more time.”, another voice said. It was a familiar voice yet not recognisable. “What did you say?”, Caleb said. His voice seemed full of rage. The tone made me realise it was still

I had no idea if it was day or night outside. I was surrounded by darkness and the almost diminishing light of the lanterns. No one came inside to give us food or water and Uncle Zach never told me where he got the food from. I looked at his sleeping form, and I could find a little resemblance to mom. I wondered what he looks like when he is not in transition? It led to another thought and then other till I finally pondered, can he even change into his human form completely? I’ll ask him once he wakes up! After what felt like an hour, I finally heard the gates open. My sense of time was also missing. I had no idea how fast or slow time was passing. Just like me Uncle Zach also sat up straight. He sniffed the air. “It’s your mate. I am going inside. Don’t tell him we talked. Stay safe Haley.”, he whispered and vanished into the darkness of his cage. I gulped in fear as I heard footsteps coming toward me. What is he here for now? “Haley?”, there was a s

We landed in London an hour back, and all I could see were trees, everywhere. I had heard a lot about London’s beauty but never did anyone mentioned these abundant forests.“Where are we going?”, I asked.“To the hunter’s paradise.”, pappy answered.“Hunter’s what?”, I asked confused.“It’s a place where all the hunters live.”, Oliver answered.“You were living here all this while?”, I asked.“Not exactly, but I did visit a lot.”, he said without looking at me. The forest had his complete attention.“Are there werewolves here too?”, I couldn’t help but let all the questions out.“Yes, there are. But the areas are divided. We cannot enter their territory and they are not allowed to enter ours.”, pappy answered. I nodded.I saw Oliver staring at a tree near the far end of the forest. He was not star

Life is full of ups and downs, but when we are optimistic, we find a way to sail through the storms. But what if we are tired? What if we are stuck in that storm alone? What if there was no point in sailing through? What if we start enjoying battling the storm?It's been one whole year of me staying here at the hunter’s den as people call it. People here are my family now and my grandparents and my brother are now convinced that I can kill a werewolf if one attacks me. And maybe that is why I was allowed to come to the bar in the city tonight to celebrate Mason’s birthday.Neon lights were covering the floor, walls, and roof with a dark aura, and a mysterious stench in the air. I walked inside the bar with my friends laughing and having fun as if they were used to such places. Well, they were. I was the one on house arrest for 6 months. Then they allowed me to walk in the streets for one hour and today finally I got my old life back.“Are you excited about starting school next week?”,