Hector was so close I could smell the musk scent that got mixed with his sweat. His eyes couldn’t decide on which color to settle on as it switched back and forth from hazel to yellow. They fell on my lips. I sucked in some air to avoid fainting once more. The moon light shone bright above us and I could hear his bones crack. Another loud growl escaped his lips before he collapsed to the ground on all fours. Hector was shifting. I could see some uncomfortable movement happening on his back as if something was ready to tear its way out of there. His hands gathered dirt and gripped it to anchor himself to something. I went down on my knees to see if I could help him. I gently touched his shoulder. His body temperature could burn me. “Hector.” I wasn’t so brave and my voice did not hide that part. He lifted his head slowly to gaze at me and I could see a lot of pain in his eyes. I felt the same, maybe even worse. I didn’t know. I did not know what he was going through. Maybe it was th

I got out of the car while having this weird sensation in my stomach. Butterflies in my tummy, I think that’s what they call it. I fixed my dress, took my back pack from the back seat and made my way into the building. The library was where I went first. For some reason I just knew that I would find him there without a doubt. I didn’t know how, but I knew it. Immediately I got there, I looked around, but couldn’t spot him. I scanned the whole library but still couldn’t see him so I decided to kill time by doing my research. All About Werewolves. I clicked the search button and a plethora of information popped up on the screen. This I had to jot down. It said, in the website I picked, that werewolves have lived for hundreds of years. Witches and wizards experimented on the mammals to taunt the Goddess of the moon for fun. The experiments went south when a witch tampered with the werewolf so much that it angered the deity. She sent down two powerful werewolves in the form of humans a

The paramedics arrived thirty minutes later. By then aunt Courtney’s pulse was almost undetectable. We were all taken by them and rushed to the hospital while the police were still scrutinizing the scene. The following events were a blur. The doctors were poking me with needles, asking me questions and saying things that I couldn’t comprehend because of my mind being too flooded with thoughts. They removed my clothes and that was when I finally saw the deep cut on my side. It was probably caused by a piece of glass when the car was summersaulting. “Miss, we need you to lay on your side so we could…” I just nodded and did as I was told. Everything she said next, I was not paying attention. I was worried about aunt Courtney and Ken. I wanted to ask if they were fine, but that would mean asking the nurses for the sixth time since I got to the hospital. All I could think about was how that black car accelerated right into our car. Sending us flying off the road. Screeching, crashing, scr

Ken, uncle Michael and I had a huge argument about whether it was a good idea for me to go to school or not. I eventually won and Ken was forced to take me to school. That sense of guilt, regret and shame was still eating me up and I couldn’t brush off the feeling. I did something wrong, I knew it. I was not too sure if it was the kiss, or the sad look Derrick went home with that was bothering me, but I knew it had something to do with what happened in my bedroom yesterday. I hopped out of the car and rushed into the school’s building. I was heading for the library because apart from the corridor, the library was the only place I knew Hector was going to be at. I hadn’t even reached halfway to my destination when a hand grabbed my upper arm from behind and pulled me to a different direction. I was tossing into an empty classroom and the door closed shut. It was Hector. “What was that for?” I complained while nursing my sore arm. “I should be asking you that.” I couldn’t get over tha

“Wait, so… you accept me?” I asked him just to be sure. “Hermione.” That was the second time he called me by my name. He was staring at me and I thought I was going to drown in those hazel eyes. “There is no other way to solve this.” He looked away and sipped from his straw. “Besides, it would be like taking a candy from a baby. At least for Derrick.” He snorted and I frowned. “So you are only doing this to get to Derrick?” I was crushed. Hector is an ass. Why would he think doing these things is fun? “You the one who thinks I’m hot.” My cheeks burned with undiluted embarrassment. My hair was up in a half ponytail so it wasn’t able to help. “I don’t, and how would you know?” I snapped. He gave me an amused look with one eyebrow arched. Was it a werewolf thing? Hell no! if it was then my thoughts were absolutely not private anymore. I drank my vanilla milkshake and cleared my throat to change the topic. “Mabel is planning something.” “I know.” He said in a monotone. “Oh really?”