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Chapter 61: Getting Wasted.~ Yates ~"Okay, guys," I said, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. I turned toward the head of the table. "Red." I gave him a clumsy nod. "I’m heading out. Goodnight." I tried to do a sharp, military salute, but it turned into more of a wobbly wave as I stumbled away from the booth."Someone should probably check on him before he falls into a ditch," I heard Coach Red say behind me."I’ve got it, Coach," a familiar voice replied.I didn't turn around. I was too focused on putting one foot in front of the other until I reached the cool air of the parking lot. I reached my car and fumbled in my pocket for my keys. When I finally pulled them out, they slipped through my clumsy fingers and hit the asphalt with a metallic jingle."I’ve got you, man."The voice was right behind me. I turned around, squinting through the hazy darkness. It was Jerome. He looked perfectly sober, his expression unreadable as he reached down to pick up my keys. He didn't hand th

Chapter 63: Do You Actually Like Jerome?~ Gwen ~"Oh my God. I'm so sorry to hear that, Yates.""Yeah, it’s fine. It happened a long time ago. My dad and I are doing okay now," he said."Still, I'm really sorry," I insisted. I thought about my own parents—the hole they left in my life and the grief I still carried around every single day. I knew exactly how that kind of loss felt."I guess you miss her a lot," I said."Every day," he replied with a small nod."That must have been so hard for you."He shrugged again, looking uncomfortable with the sympathy. I hesitated, then decided to ask the question that had been on my mind. "Was she...was she a...""A werewolf?" Yates finished the sentence for me. I nodded slowly. "Yes, she was. She was my dad's Luna, actually. She was the best of us. A real people person. Everyone loved her.""I can imagine she was, if she was that kind of person," I said.A quiet settled between us for a moment. It wasn't awkward, exactly, but it was heavy. Yates

Chapter 65: Can't Tell Her My Secret.~ Gwen ~I remembered getting home that day, seeing the blood on my clothes, and realizing my body had changed forever. I’d wondered if Yates noticed, if he’d felt the moment it happened when he first moved inside me. But he never said a word about it. It made me feel small—sad and pathetic, honestly—that such a monumental moment for me was just another Tuesday for him."Oh," Elodie said, sitting back on her heels. "So...how was it? Was it amazing? Or was it painful, or—""Ew, El! Can we please stop talking about it?" I grimaced, feeling the heat rise in my neck."You're the one who actually had sex, not me, so you don't get to act like it's gross," she pointed out. "Come on. Give me something."I sighed, looking down at my fingers. "Fine. It was in his house...back in Boston. It was the night of our high school graduation party. Well, after the ceremony but before the actual after-party. It was... it was good. The sex, I mean. So yeah, that’s the

Chapter 67: The Revelation.~ Gwen ~The second the lecturer stopped talking, I didn't even wait for him to pack up his laptop. I grabbed my bag and bolted for the exit, weaving through the slow-moving students until I reached the parking lot. I hopped into my car, the engine starting smoothly thanks to Yates’s help earlier, and pulled out of the school gates.While I sat at a red light, I quickly shot a text to Jerome asking if he was at the diner yet. He replied instantly, saying he was just a few minutes away. When I finally pulled up to the diner downtown, the same neon signs from our first date were buzzing in the afternoon sun. I walked inside, the bell above the door chiming, and found a booth in the corner."Hello dear, you’re here again," Wendy, the waitress, said as she walked over with a friendly smile."Yes, I’m back," I said, trying to force a smile, though I was sure it looked more like a grimace."Jerome isn't with you this time?" she asked, glancing at the empty seat ac

Chapter 69: Talk About Outcasts and Rebels~ Gwen ~As I drove toward the edge of town, it occurred to me that I didn’t even have Leon’s number. We had been hanging out in the same circle for weeks, but we’d never actually exchanged contacts. I kept my eyes on the winding road leading up to Blackthorn Hollow—the high ground that overlooked all of RavenBane.By the time the tires of my car hit the dirt path of the woods, the sun had fully dipped below the horizon. The trees looked like jagged shadows against the purple sky, and a chill started to creep through the vents. I felt a small prickle of nerves in the back of my neck. Leon wasn't there yet, and the silence of the woods was starting to feel a little too heavy. I couldn't help but wonder why on earth he wanted to meet up here, of all places, right when it was getting dark and creepy.I climbed out of the car but stayed close to it, eventually hopping up to perch on the hood. I waited for about ten minutes, listening to the wind w