I didn't stop running until the trees started and I knew I was far enough away from the Pack House to not be seen. My chest heaved as I brought in huge gulps of air, but my mind raced faster than my feet ever could. With each passing thought, I could feel myself growing dizzier and dizzier with more and more weight pressing down upon my already weak shoulder. What was I going to do? Tell someone and run the risk of being looked at even crazier? I had no proof! Not to mention the risk of being caught by Clive and River themselves. They'd surely rip me to shreds despite my blood type!I shook my head and kept walking, determined to make it to the forest clearing before I had a mental breakdown from all the stress. As I pushed my way through the thicket of undergrowth and trees, I felt myself growing more and more weary. I knew it would be alright if I had Ryder to console me, but now he was gone, not there to help me. I wasn't close enough to Axel to confide in him, but I knew one perso

Standing in front of me were two werewolves, both of their scents unfamiliar to my nose - meaning they were either rogues of leaders of packs far away. I deliberated running away, hoping - even though I knew they would - they wouldn't catch me, or standing there and holding my ground, preparing for a fight.But as I continued to examine the unknown wolves - one light, dusty brown color, the other a pure white - they looked nothing like a wolf about to attack would. In fact, the only emotion on their faces was a dull, but genuine, curiosity. So instead of running off like I was just about to, I watched as they disappeared into the bushes and appeared only a moment later, fully clothed, and as humans.The two were very clearly leaders, wherever they came from, and they were also very clearly mates, standing close together, hand in hand. One was a man and one was a woman, both very attractive, as most werewolves were. The woman was a petite and delicate one with middle-length light brown

A white text bubble popped up almost instantly, reading; 'What do you mean? The one about the massacre?"'Yeah,' I typed back, rapidly, 'there were dead bodies and blood everywhere. A girl tried to make me help her, but I couldn't and she died right in front of me. It was awful...'A pause, 'that sounds like the dream I had.'Then in another bubble, 'Now do you trust us more? Do you think we have bad intentions anymore?''Definitely not,' I replied, laughing to myself lightly, and I swore I saw Milo roll his eyes.'Good. Now that we have your trust, Alexander and I were wondering if there was any sort of meeting before where we'd figure stuff out, like make a plan? If not, do you need Alex and I to arrange one?' Well, that was a good segway.'We actually do have a meeting planned, my friend and I, who are kind of like leaders. Anyway, it's at six tonight. I can give you directions to the clearing if you know where the Bluefeather Pack House is.''Yeah, I know where that is.. don't ask

"Milo, Goddamn it! Stop chewing on my shoelaces!" I yelled at him, as I pulled my top over my head. It was almost time for me to go get Axel and Broddi for the meeting, so I was getting dressed super quickly, but Milo was doing everything in his power to make the process agonizingly slow. He was usually very distant and cold, but today, he just had to be affectionate, wrapping himself around my legs, or chewing on the ends of my frayed jeans. It was absolutely tedious and was working on my nerves.Finally, I shoved him, lightly, off of me, and re-tied my damp shoelace, grunting in discontent as Milo stared at me with a smug look. "You know I hate you sometimes," I said to him, giving him a glare that could have killed. Milo just rolled his eyes at me and licked a paw, drawing it over his ear. I smiled and reached out to rub behind his ear, "You're lucky you're so cute, stupid."Milo mewed as if to say, 'who? Me?'I just glared at him in reply, and straightened my back, turning toward

As soon as Iona and I finished speaking, her agreeing to even give her life to the plan if needed, I called attention to everyone wandering around the lobby. Much to my surprise, everyone's attention instantly shifted from whatever they were doing, to me, causing me to shift uncomfortably under everyone's gazes. "It's about time to go, so we should probably get on the road," I said awkwardly, avoiding everyone's eye contact and staring at my feet that shuffled nervously. No one had any interjections or trouble with what I had to say, so they all quickly gathered into a line behind me, following as I pushed open the door into the night, or rather midday, but night sounded cooler. Just as we stepped outside, and I began to lead everyone across the parking lot full of snazzy cars, all kaleidoscope of colors, I realized just how lucky we all were to not have been caught by a higher authority. I mean, a group of mediocre ranked teens, standing around, looking suspicious - how could it h