Author J S Scott Novels & Stories

I felt bad for ever misjudging her. “I know it was you!” Scott said again and pointed at me with a very angry expression. “You’re just jealous of me and Rebecca, you don’t like that I chose her over you.” He explained, and I laughed at the idea. Like I’d ever be jealous of Rebecca. Now that I had my wolf, there was nothing to be envious of. “Sure, Scott, whatever,” I said, and he scoffed as well. “No, not whatever. You’re just mad you don’t have a wolf, and I didn’t want to be with some wolfless bitch.” Scott explained and then got more quiet. Looking at the ground before looking back up with a pitiful expression, like a sad puppy.

Myself and Ansel and the same time. “Let's just get it.” We hurried down to room to get the book All of a sudden the door busted wide open and Scott walked in. “How are my very own werewolves?” He smirks “Never better.” I said to him. I have never been this happy to see Scott who is a vampire.

Just seeing. I stared at the page until the words blurred. Then I closed the book. Stood. Walked to Scott’s door. Knocked once. He opened it almost immediately—like he’d been waiting. His hair was damp from a shower; he wore plain black T-shirt and sweatpants. No jacket. Just him. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. “No.” I held up the Codex. “I found something.” His eyes flicked to the book. Then back to my face.

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