from the leaves. A clandestine figure glides through the bushes, leaving behind an aura of
away from his jaw. Shifting his posture, he shoots me
lay you to rest. It's happening toda
t. A sharp pang hits my throat, and as I nearly slump, an unseen strength keeps
Ensure it's his secret fate, shared only with him. If anyone e
te to apologize and prevent him from reve
." I plead, pouting my l
ut this. Are you mentally deranged?" Dad ret
age werewolf," I explain. "
mes, sliding back as I subtly take a f
the Beta, stands there, ignorant of the looming plan and secret that the gho
causing the firm hand on the door to drop. Smith escapes. Even
rn Dad, blood oozing from my eyes. It's not
ies of Linda, who encouraged me to join a witch's me
ght to witness an Alpha on the ground due
rubbing his eyes. "I sensed you're not par
doing the talking?" I bark, though
u're here in your wolf form in the human world." Smith explains, reading from a sheet
Her late mother was a vampire and a witch, but look at me, I'm just a wer
ormation from, though?" Alpha Thom
es. "You can only contact the moon godde
e wolves?" I
to one hundred warriors in their pack house. Those
rain clicks. "Did you me
ing about Witches?" Sm
leave, please? I have s
s, drawing his hand towards his neck and then sideways. S
e possible."
Dad replies. "Pass her by and help me up
questions. "When you get sca
n't help an Alpha when he needs it th
aste fills my mouth, coupled with a sudden shift in the way my eyes function. A strange gasp emerges from within me, causing Thom
on the ground. "It's confirmed that not only did Alpha Thompson kill a
swiftly standing up with force
you say?"
end." I repeat, gradually
warriors?" Dad questions, struggl
h twists as I curse at
hit the ground, but a hand pulls me out from under Thompson, and I slide away. As he tries to reach for
Friend is
ling sharply. "Look at how a Beta is bleeding. See,
has, but there's no sign of him. I lower myself to
p. And l
to me. It's late in the night, and all nearby stalls
" I inquire, still in the
damn power?" Dad questions. "Come up, you
." I shrug. "After all, I, my
ad curses, dropping Thompson to the
ack. Deal?" I chuckle inwardly, r
you do." Dad smirks. With his hands raised, a large swo
head backward slightly to avoid the sword entering my eyes or slicin
d inside of me and
ared, maybe he has some sort of paranormal power to hear my
t behind and in front of us, a figure approaches. It must be my Ghost Friend. My energy won't
his. His wolf starts to take control gradually, staring wickedly at me as if he wants to devour me. I withdraw and drop to the ground as he transforms into his wolf, his clothes vanishing into thin air. He takes the sword with him and attempts to strike me with it,
der me powerless so he can kill me, and no one will know he's been murdering anyone all this while. Even if my ghost friend