We enter the small room once more, Xavier easily lifting me up and placing my form on the bed. The rest of the pack shuffles inside, Ray closing the door with a thud. Immediately, the interrogation begins. "How can you see a Shifter?" Yi asks in amazement. "Are you a Spire?" Jake questions stupidly, causing Ray to slap him. "Wow, Xavier, you choose a seer as your mate. Aren't you sneaky," Wes comments with a slight smirk. "Shut up, everyone! Xavier roars, causing even Wes to remain silent, "Let's answer Mona's questions first." He looks me in the eye, disarming me with a glance. "Go ahead, Mona," he whispers, somehow making the words intimate and exciting, "we'll tell you anything you want to know." I choke on a breath at his proximity, pulling away slightly. I tilt my head, wondering exactly what I want to know. What I need to know. Might as well start with

The afternoon air is crisp and cold, dancing along a little girl's bare shoulders as she rolls down the windows. She shivers slightly as the air turns into a rushing wind, slapping her cheeks. Irritated by its sudden force, she quickly rolls down the window, rushing to her beautiful mother for comfort. "Now, now, sweet child, calm yourself," the goddess said, the words melting like butter between her lips. Her hair was a deep ruby red, her eyes as green as a meadow on a beautiful summer day. Her daughter had the same features, sharing almost no resemblance to her father. However, the daughter is blessed with her father's warm, enchanting laugh and quiet personality. The daughter sniffs in the woman's embrace, relishing the warmth the lady gives. Now she cries not because of the fierce wind, but because of the foreboding laced in the air, the foreboding only she can feel. It brings with it a great chill, its deadly claws digging into the girl

Heading to my locker, I turn the knob to retrieve my stuff, and after a bit of thought, I open Xavier's as well so his fans don't block my locker by trying to flirt with him. I look for him, this blue haired guy with perfectly tamed hair that I would recognize anywhere... There he is! I join his group, trying to make my way through the planets in order to reach the blinding sun. Xavier spots me, and smiles. "Move over," he asks and the girls part like the Red Sea, leaving a royal path for the man himself. "You liked it better when I didn't go to your school, didn't you?" he questions knowingly. I laugh, as if it were the dumbest question I've ever heard, smiling at him. I admit... Maybe I did it to annoy the girls. "I didn't really know you until you decided to come to my school," I whisper, leaning in close to her ear so they couldn't hear the snap of my remark. All they probably notice, though, is how close I am to him

My eyes widen as shouts and screams erupt elsewhere. Slipping to my feet, I walk to the door, trying to find the source of all this noise. However, another thought comes to my attention before I leave my new room. The floor scratches my toes as I retreat in search of clothes not wrinkled by sleep. I have no suitcase, my old clothes too pitiful for the guys to kidnap with me. Rummaging through the drawers, I find nothing but dust and old screws. "Where are they?" I mutter after opening the last drawer, "those omniscient werewolves must have put shirts somewhere." A horrific gust of wind blasts the window, the glass banging against the stone walls. Gale-swept leaves soon follow, flying into my room by the dozens. Running to the problem, I close it, the sound echoing through the mansion. I stare at the horizon through the transparent surface, amazed at the commotion before my eyes. The wind swirls, framed by a barrage of da

"Get up!" I throw my pillow over the ever-irritating mop of blue hair. If I could, I'd punch his face, but he has that and the rest of his body buried under a mountain of blankets. A groan emerges from the lifeless bundle, then silence. "Don't make me say it twice," I squint, crossing myself to his side. I stare at the shimmering blue that always manages to distract me, blinking annoyingly as it nearly blinds me with its light. He turns slightly, and I can now see his forehead and unnaturally long eyelashes. Jealousy burns through me as I look at the revealed part of his face. Isn't the girl supposed to be the pretty one? On a whim, I reach out to him and slap the package as hard as I can. There are miserable moans as the man emerges like a butterfly from a cocoon, holding his arm in indignation. "You could have just used a pillow," he scoffs, though still under the spell of slee