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Werewolves of Campbell Academy

Chapter 3 Rosie's Perspective

Word Count: 1136    |    Released on: 29/02/2024

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the charts in the CA test we took last week? Did he bribe the teachers? Even if he did, wh

the infuriating results,

thinking, ba

. I'm figuring out a way to deal with him. How can he score

elp you out

h him myself," I assert, determine

o Jude, saying, "I think I have to go now. We'll talk l

vents at school today. Entering the house, anger still boiling within m

you that you didn't even notice

rip! You didn't tell me you'd be back today. I'm sorry; I di

ng my beautiful girl angry? Tell me what the pr

kes me angry. So, Daddy, what did you bring for me from

plies, concern et

dds that he brought some cake for me, stashed in the refrigerator. I

oken to someone, and if I pass my Year Three exams, he'll process my

abroad, but the memory of today's school events lin

noticed someone knocking at my window. I walk toward i

?" I ask, refraining from questioning why he'

ide him with clothes to cover his

we were attacked by the same werewolf hunters. We didn't know it was a trap. Luckily, we escaped, but I notice

key for a while; there are new werew

ent in his tone. The weight of the situation hangs in the air as we

s groans echoed in the room, each touch causing him visible pain. The air was thick with tension a

gratitude. As the silver blade was removed, a momentary flash of vulnerability crossed his face, a re

t while I check. To my dismay, I find my dad talking to some guys who, judg

ering this building. If you don't mind, can we search

head," my d

told Jude, "You

" he

e. You have to leave. I'll tak

oment before rel

oute to exit the house. His movements are swift and almost u

wound. The gravity of the situation sinks in, and a sense of urgency fills the room. There's no time to wa

ed to treat him and cleaning the room of the bloodstains. The air hung heavy

verberating through the silence like an ominous drumbeat. The flickering shadows on

room offered no sanctuary. The realization sank in – whoever approached me

g a figure cloaked in darkness. A shiver ran down my spine as I s

, their face still obscured by shadows. A chilling silence set

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