Lahat ng Kabanata ng How To Survive Werewolves: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

The day was the longest it has been since I entered the story. I thought I was going to die from boredom. Or exhaustion.I throw my bag over my shoulder as I head to my bike. After putting in my earphones, I head to the store to buy some noodles (my comfort food these days), bread and eggs for my mum. An unfamiliar song plays in my ears and I let out a tired sigh.I just want to go back home. Like, my own home. In London. I am exhausted. This was not supposed to turn out like this. Catherine was supposed to die. About sixty chapters ago. Perhaps the author forgot that?I look up at the sky. Can you still hear me? I think the author forgot about me.The small store comes into my view and I slow my bike. I jump off the bike and park it against the wall. I don’t have a lock, so if someone wants to steal it, they can be my guest. Probably need it more than I do then.There are a few people in the store, but none of whom I know. I search through a few rows and finally find the eggs. An old

As I load the guns, trying to focus on the task at hand, Blaire leans back against the wall, a smug grin playing on her lips as if she’s waiting for me to ask.“I can’t believe he fell for it twice,” she says, letting out a light chuckle, her eyes glinting with malicious amusement.I pause, trying not to react too strongly. “Who?” I ask casually, my voice steady.Blaire pushes off from the wall, clearly enjoying the suspense. “Jake,” she says with a knowing smile. “You know, the kid you've been hanging around with. The one you’re pretending is your friend.”A sick feeling churns in my stomach, but I keep my face neutral, feigning surprise. “Jake? How do you know him?”Blaire's smile widens, and her eyes gleam with cruel delight. “Oh, sweetie, I know Jake very well. He was my little project. When he was just a kid, barely fourteen, all innocent and naive. I thought it’d be fun, you know? He had all these secrets, and I just needed a way in.”My breath catches, but I force myself to kee

“Ugh,” I mutter, throwing my bag over my shoulder as I exit English. It was the longest day imaginable. And Cora staying home with the flu did not help. I sigh when I get to my bike. I glance over my shoulder to the parking lot. Oliver’s car is still in the parking area, but I can’t ask him for a lift. I have no idea what Bianca told him, but he has been avoiding me like I have the bubonic plague or something. He has not even come home after the funeral. Perhaps that is his way of dealing with the pain. The wind bites my cheeks, causing me to pull my jacket tighter around me. Winter is officially here. It has not snowed yet, but it looks like it might. That is something I am looking forward to. I have always loved the snow. The coldness that always numbs my fingers. This time it might numb my emotions.As I pass by a small pub-diner, a sign catches my eye.Help Wanted. The bike comes to a halt and I park it next to a lamppost. We need some money. My mum has been struggling to get o

My mum puts her hand on my knee, a wide smile playing on her lips as she keeps her eyes on the road. It’s the first time since my dad died that she has that glint in her eyes. “You played so well,” she says, giving my knee a squeeze. I give her a soft smile and take her hand. “Thanks for coming to watch. Did you have a chat with Cora’s mum?” I look at her and she nods. “Yes, I did. Ah, I forgot how sweet she was. I am just so happy that you and Cora patched things up. And Cora surprised me. I didn’t know you two could play volleyball so well. Where did you two come from?” I laugh, shrugging. “We kept it a secret,” I joke, causing my mum to laugh. “Do you have a shift at Poppie’s?” she asks, turning into our driveway. I let out a sigh. I completely forgot about that.“Yup.” She parks the car and gives me a sympathetic gaze. “Do I need to drop you off?” I shake my head before getting out. My mum follows me and we head to the front door. “Nah, I’m good. I enjoy the bike ride,” I s

When he pulls up to my house, the engine quiets, but neither of us makes a move to get out right away. The moment stretches and just when I think Jake might say something, He opens his door and steps out. Without a word, he walks to the back of the truck and carefully pulls my bike off.“Here,” he says while he places the bike down. “Your bike.”“Thanks,” I say, my voice a little more distant than I intended. I take the bike from him and head to the garage, the weight of the day still hanging heavily on my shoulders. I step into the garage and place my bike against the wall, making sure it’s safe, but the act of doing something small is hardly enough to shake off the anxiety gnawing at me.I feel Jake’s gaze burning into me while I walk back from the garage. I come to a stop, taking a breath before turning to face him.Jake stands there with a rigid posture rigid but his eyes are softer than before. There’s a hesitation in him, something almost human. It makes me feel a little less