Morning light brushes my lids, inciting me to groan and murmur unintelligible words in protest as it tries to disrupt my plan to sleep longer. The sun doesn't seem to understand the words I uttered in protest as it seems to keep doing its job.In an attempt to escape, I threw my arm over my face, a thankful sigh leaving my lips as it does a perfect job of blocking my vision. My arm happens to be uncomfortable despite doing its job causing me to adjust my position a tad to relieve the discomfort.I feel something warm rub my back and shoulders but don't think more about it hence I have only one decision in mind and that is to go back to slumber. A minute later I am getting lost in the darkness of sleep when I'm pulled out seconds after by a knock on the door.Cursing at my luck in my head I squeeze my lids tightly and hold in the urge to match to the door and scream at whoever is doing such evil. The sound comes again as the person repeats the knocking action.I fold my body in a fetal

Mrs Marietta Lazarus reaches out for my hand and I place my right palm in hers. I smile to show I am not afraid and that I am following all that is going on. She leads me to the inner room, a big room that could be used for a ball ceremony. The inside looks ancient and the members of the board are seated around the big mahogany table. All faces draw to me as I see different emotions like I was about to enter the room. I feel like I could run away from there, with Nicholas by my side; I feel very shy.“What a beautiful lady you are”, said Mrs. Lazarus as she smiled and sat on her chair, or throne if I could say. The throne is the biggest in the room; made out of iron and gold. One can see the gold glow from within the iron. It is a beautiful sight to behold. “But isn’t it too quick for you to have a mate?”Nicholas stands up and scoffs. His face is down but gains confidence and raises his head back up. He sighs and looks around. He must have missed the pack lands; a place where everyon

“Is there anything I don’t know again?” Mason asked Thomas who is increasing his speed with every step as they rush out of class. “Tom!” Mason yelled loudly it caught the attention of everybody around as they focused on them.People start to drive attention away when they don’t talk for a while. That’s high school for you. Students pay attention when you cause a commotion. It’s better to keep quiet until they all leave when you have nothing to say. Everyone wants to have a video of their mates quarreling.“Alright”, Thomas said, sighing “Steph, Jaime, Cassandra, and Edmund are werewolves. Done?” He moves away from Mason and heads to the hall.Mason rushes over to Thomas and holds his jacket. “What? You mean you’re not the only werewolf here? Is this a medieval school or something?”Thomas's eyes begin to rage and as he clenches his fists and stamps his feet. “Yeah, boy. You know now. Next time you won’t poke your nose in something that isn’t your business. For now, just focus on yours

“My mother knows Mason is a werewolf?” Nicholas asked, sitting on a sofa.“Yes”, Jazreal answered. “I just had to. She’ll find out if I don’t and it isn’t gonna be good”.There is a pause. Nicholas stands up and starts to pace. “We have to choose sides”, he said.“I advise we just sit down and watch”, Charlotte said, folding her arms. The atmosphere becomes tense as Nicholas moves closer to her and frowns.“You suggest I stay back and do nothing?” Nicholas asked with his fists clenched. I move closer to him and place my hand on his chest for him to calm down. He finally heaves a sigh of relief.“Yes”, Charlotte said, looking serious. “We all know how dangerous the Luna is. Which side are you choosing by the way?”I look at Nicholas, expecting a positive answer “What positive answer?” I thought. “I don’t know if Matthias is just as evil as the Luna, or even worse. I guess he should follow Charlotte’s advice”.Nicholas scoffs and lets go of me. He looks at everyone in the room one by on

Mason wakes up in a strange, almost dark room, with his hands and legs tied, and seated on the floor. He opens his eyes slowly and strains his eyes to see what is before him; it is a passage with no door and he can see the trees in the moon light. A heavy wind begins to blow and the leaves start to wave and dance. Mason feels a heavy wind rush through him. Loud but slow footsteps begin to approach him as he struggles to let go but to no avail. A lady appears before him. He tries to picture her face as he examines her very well. His eyes are doing most of the job and they are really stressed out right now. The lady has a hat and she is backing the entrance, but due to the reflection and refraction of light, Mason is not able to see her face. She smiles devilishly and walks slowly towards Mason who struggles to let loose the rope. She bends down and holds Mason’s jaw. “Where are the others?” “I don’t know what you are talking about”, Mason said, still struggling. “Let me go, you witch!”