Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Is Mine: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Dante My head was pounding something awful. I hardly slept much through the night. The nightmares had come non-stop. I kept waking up soaked in sweat, heart in my throat. I considered staying in that day and skipping class, but I immediately felt guilty about being so unserious on the second day. So I dragged my tired ass out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. The cold water did me little good. I was still sleepy and irritable by the time I was fully dressed for class. There was a veil of sadness in the air. I felt it immediately as I stepped out of the room. Something terrible had happened. My feelings were confirmed by the frantic whispers on the stairwell and long gloomy faces. A dark skinned girl silently shed tears as her friend wrapped her in her embrace. It seemed like someone had died. Someone popular. I didn't have to wait long to find out. I heard the name ‘Todd’ and the words, ‘Terrible, gnarly, police, burial.’ as I walked the long distance to the lecture hall

Asher. The school was thrown into mourning. Everyone knew Todd. Everyone liked him. A fellow housemate had found his body and screamed, alerting the rest of the house. The cops were called, his body taken to the morgue. I was long gone by then. I had stared at the body for a long time, my heart wrenching in two. Another person, dead because of me. There had clearly been a struggle. Todd didn't go down without a fight. But that would mean the rogue hunter came in his human form. Todd wouldn't be brave enough to fight an almost six foot tall wolf. He would know he didn't stand a chance. But a man, that was different. Dean fell silent within me but I could feel his grief. There was no need for words. Nothing could help now. I picked my way through the room to my backpack lying in the corner, untouched. I could feel the ebbing warmth from Todd's body. He hadn't been dead long. If only I had arrived ten minutes earlier. I couldn't be found there. I knew the police were going t

Dante He wasn't a murderer. Was he? No. No he wasn't. Scary and intimidating, sure. But he wouldn't kill someone. Especially not his own roommate. It was all just a rumour. Someone had turned up dead and he was connected somehow. Todd and Asher had been friends but Asher had been arrested still. I pulled up my phone and scrolled through recent posts from students on Tiktok and Instagram. The campus shuttle was nearly empty this time of the afternoon. Mateo and Slyder had shown me how to get a pass to one. Apparently this was how students without a car moved around campus. The videos online had all sorts of nasty captions, but in all of them Asher Lowell stood with his head held high. He wasn't in handcuffs and there were other students invited to the station along with him but nobody seemed to have made a video about them. Asher was the person of interest. I watched, almost in awe as he remained unfazed. He didn't look guilty, he just looked really pissed. The bus dropped me

Asher I didn't wear a suit. That would've looked preposterous. Also, I didn't own one. I barely owned anything formal. I had very few clothes. Half of which were still over at Todd's. I couldn't zip on over and grab them. I was pretty sure the police had taken them anyway. To log as evidence or whatever. Besides, I considered it too early to show up there. I heard the frat house had emptied. No one wanted to stick around if there was a wild animal or a serial killer on the loose. I settled for a deep blue shirt tucked into a pair of black jeans. I looked too plain and ridiculous in those, so I wore a black jacket on top. Much better. I combed my hair and tried to look harmless. Didn't work. I never looked harmless. But it was worth a shot. The bus ride to the school senate building was awkward at first. Everyone did a U-turn when they saw me seated at the back and sat themselves somewhere else. Only one girl gave herself the courage to approach and smile sweetly. She asked if

Dante Mateo was certain Asher wasn't going to come back to the room that night. I'd spent the previous night at Amir's. He'd been more than happy to let me stay, especially after hearing what had happened with Asher. But I hadn't taken any change of clothes or books. Amir was the same height as I was but he was bigger. His jeans were a little too baggy for me and his shirts too big. I could manage them, but I didn't want to. They make me look odd. I looked odd enough with them as it was. Reporting to the school senate was a lot easier than I thought it would be. Majorly because Asher pulled some strings, but I knew it was also because of the attention on Asher Lowell at this time. There were still murmurs about his association with Todd's demise and that made him a person of interest to the school. All I had to do was give his name and everything went by so quickly. I felt bad about it. Everyone said I was doing the right thing and my neck still had the bruises from when he ch