Getting to patrol with Celine is probably going to hurt my ear more than my feet as we walk along town. She’s been talking nonstop, and I could not even remember half the things she said because I could not relate to them. I take back what I said a while ago. I don’t think that I want to act human. I just want to go and become a wolf and get lost in the forest. I AM GOING DEAF AT THIS POINT! I decided to try to focus on looking around, hoping that something would distract me from listening to her. Fortunately, Duncan managed to catch up with us and is responding to Celine, by which I mean arguing with her about whatever it is that they are talking about. Humans. They’re just birds, specifically chickens, that can’t see to control their mouth. My eyes start to scan every dark alleyway. My wolf eyes allow me to see around every dark corner, while my nose lets me smell anything that would be invisible to our eyes. So far, everything has been peaceful, except for the two chickens bes

My father is gone. The reality of it keeps sinking in every time I wake up. Sleep can’t fix or change reality, but it does bring the comfort of not worrying about it. I’ll admit that what I was doing was unhealthy. It’s something that I should face sooner or later, but in my situation, it’s a rather difficult thing to do. I could not talk about my problems with anyone. I could not even talk about it to my human friends because, as far as they knew, my father was already gone—at least from the story that I told them when I got here. The only person, or werewolf, that I could really confide in is Ajax, whom I refuse to talk to. I refuse to trust him again. He had made several attempts to talk to me, but every time he did, I would slam the door in his face. I didn’t go unpunished when I disobeyed an order during an emergency. After making a recovery in the infirmary, I was given a week of suspension. Well, not like getting in trouble or getting kicked out of the academy is any of

My worst fears have come to fruition. The instant I opened my eyes and saw that I was in the hunter's holding facility, my wolf went into a frenzy. I was locked up in a small room with no windows and only one exit. The bed is in a corner, and the only other fixtures are a sink and a toilet. At the top corner, there’s a camera, which allowed them to realize that I had woken up and destroyed my room in my wolf form. Well, the most damage that I have honestly done is scratch the walls, which were apparently made of durable metal. I don’t know how many days I have been held captive here, but all I know is that I have been tranquilized three times because of my rampage. I guess that much is enough for my wolf to realize that nothing will happen if we continue to trash around. Meals are being slipped through the small compartment on the door, where a little tray hangs in suspension. I was scared and confused. No one said anything. I couldn’t hear anything outside. I have been waiting to s

The day of the trial came, and I came in as prepared as I could be. The cuffs are scratching my wrist as my hands are bound in front of me. I was being escorted by four hunters. During these past few days of conversing with my lawyer, I thought that I would have gotten used to the criminal treatment, but it seems that those feelings have resurfaced when I am met with a bigger crowd. I was led into a courtroom, where I was escorted to one of the front podiums facing the lead hunters and leaders. According to her, the trial will be among hunters so they can disclose the rules amongst each other about what to do with a creature like myself. The crowd and the judges are all hunters. Men and women all wear tight, dry fit black tops, showcasing their scars and muscles while crosing their arms. They were all looking at me. I feel terrified, especially when I am led to the center, where everyone in the room is free to stare at me. I can feel the hatred and distrust in their gazes when they

It takes a while for me to get used to the collar around my neck. I never imagined that I would get to wear them, but here I am, strapping the cursed neckwear around my neck. Still, if I think about it, wearing the collar is way better than being locked up so I guess that this is a small price to pay for my freedom. I get out of my room and find Indigo waiting for me. At the moment, he is the one assigned to carry the remote that controls my collar. I vaguely remember Max being in a similar position as I was, only he had two guards with him the entire time. I guess that I should consider myself fortunate that they think that only one guard is sufficient to watch over me. Indigo and I didn’t talk on the way to the academy. With what happened, I don’t think that there’s anything we need to talk about anymore. I am sensing a little bit of distrust coming from him, which is understandable considering the risks that I put us through. Honestly, he was a father figure for me at some point