I waited outside Asher’s door for a long moment. Had he not heard me knocking? Was he not home? No, I heard shuffling behind the door, and lowered voices. He was definitely in there. I knocked again, louder. Footsteps came closer, and finally, the door opened. “Asher, I have to tell you… you

Dylan’s number dialed, I pressed the phone to my ear. Nervous, I wrapped my free arm around my waist. Asher hovered nearby, close but not touching. At this distance, he would likely be able to hear everything said on both sides. Good. Then he would know I wasn’t lying. It took several rings fo

Asher “Asher!” Cynthia followed in my shadow as I left the dorm and started my trek across campus. She jogged to keep up with my brisk pace. She wasn’t going to give up, was she? With a sigh, I slowed so she could walk normally beside me. Last thing I needed was for her to overexert herself

With my decision made and settled, I felt more at ease. I didn’t have to waste any more energy worrying about what I should do. Now I could focus on following my set path, even more fully than before. Since I’d gotten accepted into Lunarhaven Academy, I’d spent most my energy split between cheerle

Since I had decided to live the real college experience, I started going to classes that I would have otherwise skipped. Like the one I currently sat in: Werewolf History. For whatever the reason, maybe because it was history, very few people actually showed up for it. Even I had only attended a h