Perhaps it had been because of how tired Gary had been throughout Friday, or it might have had something to do with him having gone to sleep before midnight when he would get new notification, but this morning he woke up well rested. The absence of the annoying alarm that usually woke him up, long before his sister Amy, certainly also had a part to play in that. Stretching, Gary checked his status, already expecting to see some changes. Unsurprisingly, his Dail

If Gary hadn’t felt sick before, he certainly did so now, having gotten confirmation in regards to what exactly that was in front of his door. He quickly turned away, fighting off his body’s reaction to throw up, but he soon enough realised that it wasn’t exactly going to get rid of the problem. It was getting hard to think for him, as the smell was so tan

The Altered Investigation Force, more commonly referred to as White Rose, was one of the most well known police forces. Gary had seen them mentioned multiple times on the news and for more reasons than one, but the main reason why they stood out was due to their force being made up entirely of Altereds.‘I might outrun a normal human, but I doubt it will work on an Altered. If I try anything that might seem beyond what a human could do, they’ll think I'm an Altered person and

Most teenagers disliked going to school and only did so because their parents told them to. Every holiday was a joy since it meant one day of not having to go to that dreaded place, so the concept of ‘punishing’ someone by making them not go to school, had always seemed rather bizarre.For a troublemaker, being excluded essentially meant they got a free week to do whatever they wished. However, now that Gary was suddenly faced with that situation, he began to rea

As someone who was a normal teenager up until last week, becoming a werewolf and acting like that didn’t come naturally to Gary. Unfortunately, his system didn’t help him in any meaningful way to find the culprits.While it was easy enough to follow the mist of those he had Marked, it was a different story when he had to try and pick up a scent from the bloody mess that was Tom’s shirt. He would take a few steps and every so often he would take another sniff of the shirt. Being in a school that had a few hundred students didn’t make his task any easier either.