Ashton has a look on his face that tells me that he does not like being bossed around, especially by Betas who think they are in over their own heads. As he is about to speak, I hand him the bottle of wine that I brought with me from the restaurant.“Make sure to get this to my parents,” I force a smile as he tentatively takes it from my hand. “I guess I have a meeting with your father,” I add, and he frowns.“I won’t go back on my word. You have nothing to worry about, I will do what I have promised,” Ashton reaches for my hands, and this time, I allow him to hold them. His touch is comforting, and the warmth from his hands makes me smile.I really need to find where my head’s at. I feel like I’m falling for Zayn and we almost kissed last night at the party, but now with Ashton giving me so many words of affirmation and being nice to me, I can feel my heart yearning for him too.I hate emotions. I would rather think with my head than my heart. Nothing ends well from just thinking wit

This is the first time in my life for me to see Harper this way. Snot is rolling down from her nose and her eyes are red from crying so much. Her arms have fresh scratches on them, and her designer jeans have a patch of what looks like dried blood on it.“I had no choice, he was so…angry.” Harper's voice breaks and she begins to cry. My heart truly aches for her. Even though she has made my life a nightmare, I can’t help but feel sorry for her. “I regret nothing, and I would gladly do it again,” She adds, her voice now firm and filled with a form of anger. Her mother closes the distance between them and hugs her, comforting her daughter even though she just confessed to murder.“Okay, maybe we can help. But first, we have to know everything that happened. Every single detail,” Zayn speaks, and Bunny calls for his attention by yanking on his shirt.“I don’t know if you forgot but we came here for something, and we don’t have much time before they notice that we are gone from the mansi

I don’t know how to respond to what Ashton just said. He is staring at me, waiting for me to say something when I am literally at loss for words. “He doesn’t,” I try to lie, and Ashton laughs at my failed attempt. Even I don’t believe myself. “I don’t think lying is for you. You should really consider just sticking to telling the truth because you really suck at lying,” He laughs, and I look in the direction of Zayn and the others. They are a small distance away and waiting for me. “I need to get going,” I mumble as I force a smile but Ashton stops me by saying, “Wait, Lara. I really don’t want you to forget what I told you at the restaurant. All I need is a chance from you.” “Sure…” I nod and then I leave without looking back. Afraid that if I do, Ashton would stop us from leaving so he can take the orb from Zayn, which would cause a fight that would be remembered forever. Or maybe I’m just paranoid. I think I am. “What did he say?” Zayn asks me when I reach the group. “I don

I inhale sharply as my eyes widen at the sight of my blood-covered hand. I instinctively look at my other hand and I realize that it’s covered in blood too. “Oh my gosh. Oh, sh*t,” I mumble to myself in fear. What the hell is going on? With a labored breath, I reach for the person laying on the forest floor regardless of the blood on me. As soon as I touch the individual, the man begins to cough and groan in pain.“Help me,” He begs me, and the thought of me being naked goes to the back of my head when the guy turns his body around, revealing his stomach. His guts are literally out, spilled onto his body.How the hell is he still alive? And why do I have blood on my hands? Did I do this, or is this another nightmare? I really do hope this is a nightmare.“Please, help me,” The man wheezes as squints his eye, trying his best to stay conscious, or even alive.“Uh, tell me what to do?” I ask him frantically as my eyes land on the severity of his wound. He is so messed up right now. Look

When I was only nine years old, I used to have these very vivid dreams. Dreams of a glorious wolf speaking to me, telling me things that my mind was too young to understand. The voice was so strong and was like roaring seas. I used to have those dreams for days, and every time I told my parents; they only told me that it was my wolf trying to get acquainted with me. So, young me was super excited, and hyped that at such a young age, I was communicating with my wolf! It was a rare occurrence, something that pointed you out as extraordinary. I knew I was going to be special. Then it all went to crap. Years passed and I watched all my friends shift into their wolves while my wolf went dead quiet. I was so angry about it! Everyone expected me to have an impressive wolf but I could not even shift. That was when the bullying began. I have had different people bully me throughout my life, but Harper stands out. She was the meanest, the most inconsiderate, and evil one of them all. She d