Lahat ng Kabanata ng How To Survive Werewolves: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Cora and I walk arm-in-arm toward the football field, the remnants of our volleyball training still evident in the light sheen of sweat on her face. Despite all that, she’s practically bouncing with excitement."Grayson said he’d take me home!" she gushes, her smile lighting up. "Can you believe it?"I chuckle. "I can believe you’re about to hyperventilate over it."Cora groans dramatically, clutching her side. "Volleyball is no joke. I thought cheerleading was intense, but this? It’s like boot camp.""Tell me about it," I say, glancing at her with a grin."Suicides are actual torture," she grumbles.We step onto the field, and my mood immediately sours.I notice Allison standing next to Tyler and I audibly let out a sigh. Cora looks to me and follows my gaze before she also scoffs.“How did those two get together?” she asks with her gaze still glued to them. I shrug. How am I supposed to tell Cora that they are werewolves? “Don’t know, but don’t look into her eyes.” Cora raises h

Jake shoots up and rolls off me. I watch him stop next to me, his hand covering his face.I laugh heartily.Before I can make a remark, Jake curses under his breath. I laugh louder at his reaction as I prop myself up on my elbows. I turn my gaze to him, forcing myself to look away from his trousers.“Shit, I did not mean for that to happen,” he mumbles, still slightly out of breath. “I apologize,” I say with a smile, failing to hide my amusement. Jake chuckles, shaking his head.“Not your fault . . . Well, not entirely,” he says with a shy smile. I hum in agreement before I look at him. He looks too adorable right now.I lean closer to him, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. I pull back but Jake’s hand reaches out to me. His hand guides my head back to him and his lips are against mine again.I giggle softly into the kiss. Jake rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I am flush against his chest as my lips move against his. My hands rest on his stomach and his groan vibrates through

“I think that is them,” my mother says while she peeks out of the window. I glance at Jake who is following my dad’s lead to stand up. “Did you also set a plate for Bianca and Oliver?” My mother asks, her voice tinged with anxiety. I laugh at her while I shake my head.“Yes, of course- ““There’s only five plates,” my dad remarks and I snap my eyes to the dinner table. Five?“I apologize,” I say with embarrassment. I just blocked Bianca out of my head. I hear my mother and father making their way to the door. Jake shuffles over to me, helping me set another place for Bianca.“I didn’t know she would also be here,” Jake whispers to me. I hum softly in response.“Me neither. Ugh, and I actually thought tonight could be fun.” I cross my arms, glaring at the door opening.“It will be,” Jake reassures me, putting his arm around me and hugging me. I laugh softly and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. Red ears.“Good evening,” Oliver says with a chirpy tone. I make my way to where my mother

I turn onto my side with a soft huff, tucking my elbow beneath my head as I stare into the oppressive darkness of the wall across from me. A soft sigh escapes my lips.Those stupid messages from the author have wormed their way into my thoughts. The feeling of imminent dread clings to me and it only worsens my stress-ridden migraine. I don’t know what the author has planned for me.And since she’s veered completely off the original storyline, I have no idea what could possibly happen.A thud from the window jolts me upright. What was that?I strain my ears, waiting for another sound, but the silence that follows is thick and suffocating. My skin prickles with unease. I groan, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Seriously? Is the author just toying with me now?I sink back onto the bed, pulling the covers up to my chin as if they could somehow shield me from whatever is coming.The door to my parents’ room creaks open. Heavy footsteps tread past my door, descending the stair

“I’m one of them?” The words slip from my lips, weak. My father’s expression darkens as he nods slowly.“I can’t let them kill them all,” he whispers. “I have to stop them. Will you help me? Without telling on me?” His gaze darts back to the door, panic clear in his eyes.The pounding in my head intensifies, the sharp light streaming in through the window making me wince. I try to steady my breathing and nod automatically though my mind is a whirl of confusion. “Of course,” I hear myself say, though I feel detached from the words. How did I—how did Kate—become a hunter?I am part of the plan.Allison got caught because of me.What does he mean by killing them all?“Follow my lead.” He turns away from me, heading to the door. The short man from before enters, catching us off guard.“Ah, Kate. I need to put you here,” he says, grabbing my arm and guiding me toward the large window at the far end of the room. “Stand here,” he says as he positions me in the middle. “Perfect. We really cou