ROGER WILLIS In his own itchy attempt to follow Yannick, Youseff went on his feet and just like I expected, he got easily pushed back by the two bald minions. In this moment, I felt the most worthless and I could only rely on Idris. “Get out of my way bastard baldies!” Youseff cursed out but clearly he’s not helping with the situation. He most probably pissed off the two bald guys as they both let out a faint growl eventually scaring Youseff off. “Step back, you fool.” The taller guy with a mustache gritted. “Where is he taking Ysabella?” Idris asked, for the most part, he was the calmest out of all of us. He’s controlling his own rage and yet I seem to know how he could be a ravaging monster. “It’s none of your business.” The shorter guy with the bushiest eyebrows that I’ve ever seen in my life replied with his arm crossed. Both guys appeared to be acting like Yannick’s bouncer haphazardly preventing anyone from following. “Get out of our way.” Idris piped up still collected.

ROGER WILLIS “Did you just say werewolf whisperer?” Blinking in utter confusion, I glued my eyes over at Idris. I won’t necessarily say that I’ve learned everything that’s there to learn about being a clawed and fanged creature, however, I was exactly right when I said there are a bunch of shit that I don’t know yet. “They are an incredibly rare hybrid of werewolves who could tame other werewolves using their special voices.” Idris recited providing a background of what should I know about a werewolf whisperer. “B-but how?” “Essentially speaking, it’s a dog whistle. Dog whistles don’t create sound when you blow them, only dogs could hear the sound.” I shifted my focus on Ysabella and Benjie who were both still under whatever spell Yannick’s beta has put them under. It’s totally peculiar how they’re the only ones who’s affected by this when we should all be hearing whatever sound Lanna was producing. Isn’t that how whistles work? “But why are we not affected by it?” I inquired pur

Bringing up Norman made me feel terrible about myself and the way I chose things to go. I know he’s the first guy that I met and he, for the most part just told me about what I needed to know in this town and yet I chose to hang out with the cool kids. “Oh great.” My mom squealed seemingly thrilled. “I also met the Clarke’s yesterday and they were a pretty lovely couple. Stephanie was just a sweet lady and Roman was just a caring husband.”“Hey dad,” I called out thinking if I could ask my dad for a simple favor just for today. “Is it okay if you drop me to school for today?”“Er, sure son, but we need to leave early because I have to drive far before I get to work.” He replied. “Oh and by the way, I just tracked your bicycle and it’s going to be delivered tomorrow.” Dad added basically letting me know that I’m not going to be walking. 

uneditedJust when I got to my seat, our English teacher entered the room. Great, I don’t have to sit down here for quite a longer moment and wait for the class to start. The whispering is getting intense, not that I can hear them but I can see their mouths blabbering some stuff that I can’t quite decipher. “Good morning Mrs. Farrow.” Everyone greeted in unison.“Let me check the attendance first,” Mrs. Farrow sat down in front and began reading names from the roster. “Arlow,”“Present…”“Bolton…..Boyle…..Cargill…..Clarke…..Doran…Raddix” Mrs. Farrow went on and it seemed that everyone was present as they all answered as their last name was called. I was waiting for Mrs. Farrow to say Willis right after mentioning Williams but she stopped and that seemed to be t

UneditedEverything that happened to me so far wasn’t fun. I haven’t been in this town for more than a month and yet a lot has already happened. When I first got here in this town, I was just a human or in Idris’ words, a mere mortal and then the next thing I know, I’m a monster now. There’s literally too much to unpack and honestly, I’m still trying to let everything that I learned sink in. I never had the chance to have a peaceful weekend and process all of this werewolf bullshit. When I got home, taking a long and hot shower was the best thing that I did. I had to wash all of the blood stains and the stinking smell of the raw deer that I just consumed earlier. That was most probably the grossest thing that I had to do in my entire existence. I clearly don’t want to devour that raw shit like how I did but my body seemed to have its own brain and they were moving on their own. I already wanted to puke everything