All Chapters of THE WEREWOLF AND VAMPIRE'S MATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Song of the chapter: BIRDS OF A FEATHER AURORA'S POV: My lungs are burning and each breath claws up my throat like fire, but I don’t stop running. I don’t care where I’m going just away. Away from the field, away from the school, away from him.Arc. His name slams into my skull like a hammer and I stumble, nearly tripping over a raised sidewalk edge. A car honks as I cross the street without looking, tires screeching. Someone shouts, but their voice is a distant blur. I’m already gone. I sprint down alleyways and winding streets until I reach the edge of the woods behind the dorms. My body moves on instinct, not memory. I barely feel the sting of branches clawing at my arms or the thorns scratching at my ankles. I just keep going until the trees swallow me whole and the world finally goes quiet.And then I collapse.Not gracefully. Not with dignity. I fall like the world cracked beneath me and I’m just now realizing there’s no one left to catch me. The leaves ar

ARC'S POV: The rain hasn't stopped. Not really. It's lighter now, more of a mist than a downpour, but it still feels like the sky is mourning. I haven’t moved from this bench in the park. Not since Aurora left. Not since she screamed at me like I was the villain in her story. Maybe I am. I don't even feel the water soaking through my shirt anymore. My skin is numb. My thoughts are scattered, each one more painful than the last. Her voice plays on repeat in my head; shaking, broken, furious."Your father killed my parents."I clutch the back of my neck, fingers digging in until it hurts.She looked at me like I was him. Like I pulled the trigger. And maybe that’s what hurts the most. Not that she hates me. Not that she ran. But that for a split second, she saw me as the monster who ruined her life. I exhale hard and stand up, the soles of my boots making a sharp sound on the soaked pavement. I don't know where I'm going, but I can't stay here. Not where her voice is

AURORA’S POV:(Six months later) Senior year. Oh, the absolute joy! I'm so done with this year already. There’s a strange kind of chill that settles over Clarence High this morning. Not the kind that crawls under your skin from the cold, but the kind that warns you something is shifting... something you can’t stop. The courtyard is buzzing with whispers, faces turned not toward the usual gossip or who’s fighting who this week, but toward the tall figure leaning against the fence with a familiar scowl stitched across his face. Jon. He’s dressed in his usual leather jacket, sleeves shoved up, hair messy like he didn’t bother fixing it. Very unlike him. He usually wants to look nice for the ladies. But today, he’s not trying to blend in - which is okay, but this time it feels different. Permanent. Like roots being dug in. “I thought he was going back to Redwood Academy,” someone murmurs behind me. I pause just long enough to catch the rest. “Why’d he stay?” “Isn’t it obvi

AURORA'S POV:(Before the poisoning) It’s been five days since Ariel arrived at Clarence High, and already she walks the halls like she owns them. Everywhere I go, she’s there. Flashing her perfect teeth in that overly sweet smile. Flicking her silky black hair over her shoulder like she’s in some shampoo commercial. Laughing too loud at things that aren’t funny. And worst of all - clinging to Arc like her life depends on it. Stupid fool. I can’t look away, and I hate that I care. I hate that it stings when I see her hand brush his arm, when she giggles and tilts her head like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Maybe she does. She’s too perfect, too polished. And despite my best attempts to ignore her, I feel like I’m drowning in the air she breathes. The students are eating it up. Rumors swirl around like leaves caught in a storm. “Did you see the new girl? Total model vibes.” “I heard she’s Arc’s fiancée. They’re like royalty.”And then there are the whispers abo

AURORA'S POV: The imbecile is back again. Sorry, Ariel. Slip of tongue. She walks in like nothing happened. Blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, lips tinted rose, bandages still taped to her wrist. The rumours are still the same. Some say she tried to poison herself. Others say it was a failed suicide. Blablabla. She passes me in the cafeteria line and bumps her tray hard into mine."Oops," she says with a fake smile. "Hope I didn’t bruise your delicate ego."Huh? That 'insult' doesn't even make any type of sense. I don’t respond. I won’t give her the satisfaction. But Jon notices. His eyes narrow, but I grip his sleeve subtly, pulling him back. “I got it,” I whisper.Ariel doesn’t stop there. At lunch, she ‘accidentally’ takes my seat next to Cali. When I reclaim it, she tosses a smug glance my way.“Oh? You want to sit here? My bad, didn't know.” She says in a sickly sweet manner. Ew. I bite my tongue. She’s testing me. Every little thing is calculated. But what s