Waindale

e reason, I have to face this guy, and no one can just tell me what's going on because he wants to make it even more difficult. If m

ifeless. Hardly any crickets are chirping, and the only sounds I have to comfort me are the

At this point I'm exhausted, grubby, frustrated; the list goes on and on. After another few minu

ags under my eyes that are big enough to carry h

t watching me anymore, so I don't see a reason to wait out there for

"I don't know why he has to be so di

academy?" I ask, ca

nley

there? Jus

n it. You weren't supposed to find out about that. It was his fault

t all of this isn't easy. Having to figure things out on my own isn't easy. I'm

make things worse. We're supposed to watch ove

g? Is that why you reached out to me? Is that why you

rly pulling. "Okay. Fine. I'll try to talk to him. I doubt he'll li

ut this is a tower of cards I'm treading around; one gentle blow and who knows what will rain down upon me. As Vivian talks, I pick up new information here and

n I bring him to me? What ca

night, so it only makes sense. I bury myself in the trees, my jaw clenched and fists cur

ustered pines-the familiar feeling blooms in my gut. My eyes sprin

whispers b

ell eve

are, waiting to see those yellow eyes beam back at me. "I-I'll

k in a breath as the beast shows itself, steadily eme

uld very well bite it clean off if it so desires, but its eyes stay aimed at the ground. I eagerly run my hand over its thick fur. Dense and smooth-I feel again. My hand tingles slightly as

hat he can't speak. "Why don't you

ke that. The wolf tak

oing on, and apparently you're the only one that can tell me, so, please. Please just-why were you watching me?" Its eyes don't leave me. "I ca

al noise and moves its head

ou connected to

ething else, the wolf walks off. As I hurry to follow it, its head snaps b

tand alone in the

orning comes, all that helped me fall asleep, all that made me feel human again has d

en or Eli or even Elara. It's as if every one has taken the day off. Instead of returning home after school, I make my way into what I assume to be the center of town. Just on the

g a young family as they pick out flavors. Beside the parlor is a Native American shop of spi

y intrigued, I subtly stalk them. I follow as they walk past the stores, onto the old pier, and to the r

wants it, not real

st me. H

oesn't make it s

leaning back on the railing. I

he kinda guy to sho

ow if he'll make a go

you're mad he's not your mate. You'

ou're so fu

ether you're Luna or not, and if I'

when he's disappearing all the time now?

im hear you say t

d rogue. A pack of wolves; that I understand. An Alpha must be the Alpha of the pack, but I've never heard the term Luna. I thought that was just a girl's name. Maybe I should ask Vivian

time, Wren. One