For the nights of the next week, I practice sensory exercises just before going to bed on the days that I remember to, it does make me feel a little better, at least I haven’t gotten in any unplanned fights or lost control and I have been sleeping better. With every night that passes, the full moon draws nearer, I try not to think about it, the thought makes me antsy and ruins any stability I manage to achieve. But on those nights when the thought steeps in, I do wonder, what if I sleep walk again? It happened on the full moon last time, it might happen again. I could just stay awake all through the night as I’ve done a few times but I can’t live like that for the rest of my life, avoiding the moon, one day I’ll lose guard, fall asleep and wake up in the middle of no where. I have no idea of the direction I'd being heading or I’d go and check it out in the light of the day, maybe Zayne knows, he asked me to point it out that night and I did but I don’t even know where he found t

*** I’m in a mood when I wake up the next day. And the day after, probably because I’m by myself the entire weekend as my friends went to the hot springs on Saturday leaving me to read a book about the ancient Korean dynasty, then again, I did reject their invitation to come along. I think it’s a fairly good book, I just couldn’t enjoy it, probably because my mind was somewhere else. So, I’m a bit of a grouch when I wake up on Monday morning, when I do my warm ups, shower, and get dressed in black leggings and a dark blue long sleeves shirt, I’m still irritated as I braid my hair back, pulling on the strands impatiently when I find a tangled strand. “Ohoo!” I break it apart forcefully, losing some hair in the process. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve had to talk myself out of going to find Zayne and giving him a piece of my mind. I thought for some time that he’d come find me to smooth things over, I mean he could see that I was clearly upset. But did he come? No.

Naya gives me more pointers on using my claws the day after, we practice slashes. "Think of them as an extension of your fingers, because they are an extension of your fingers” She moves from my left side to my right. “And you don’t want to throw your hands like you would your fist. So more slashing and less hitting, go on” she says behind me as I make slashing motions with my invoked claws. I go with my right hand and then with my left because Naya says “What happens when your right hand is incapacitated?” After that, we work on backward slashes, for when I’m being attacked by more than one opponent. “Keep working on it” she tells me before going over to where Colin seems to have his hands full with Micha and Philips. I keep practicing but my attention is drawn to where the others are training, it’s safe to say I no longer train with them, not even when they’re having special exercises. I see Oliver having it out with Jude, they go at each other, claws out, when did they get s

We head for the boutiques next, I immediately head to the shoe section and get a new pair of sneakers in black which I carry in my hands like gold as we go around.“Outfits, we need outfits” Mile leads us to the clothing racks.“I think this would suit you” she holds up a soft pink dress.I tilt my head to the side “It looks nice”“Don’t you like it? what about this one” she holds up another dress, this one in a light blue shade.I simply shrug. Giving up on me she turns to Rachel who has about fifteen different dresses hanging from her arm. “What do you think?”“For you? I think the blue one, though the pink one would look really nice on Alina”With a smile Mile tosses the dress, I catch it against my thighs before it hits the floor.We go about picking out more clothes, “I think this is more my style” I hold on to a long sleeves dress in red velvet.“These would be pretty too. It’ll look really nice with your hair and show off those babies.” she looks pointedly at my chest.Holding u

“Zayne!” I press my palm to my chest trying to calm my heart, with the other, I brace myself against the door. “Damn it, you scared me” His eyes trail from my wet hair to where my towel is knotted on my chest, down my waist, and linger on my thighs before coming to my feet and then back up. I feel it as he looks at me, his gaze like a physical thing. “W-what are you doing here?” I question. His eyes burn the words mine against my skin. A caress against my skin. A stamp of ownership. His heated gaze sets me on fire, my cheeks flushed, the heat spreading down to my neck and chest, I feel it in my lower belly. “I heard you’ve been busy” his voice is deep. I swallowed then raise my chin, “I have no idea what you’re talking about” I say with false bravado. I’m so shocked at seeing him in my room I don’t know what I’m saying. “You and the pup,” He says slowly. My breath gets stuck in my tongue Right… I’d almost forgotten about that. And Noah saw us, not like