The Unclaimed Luna

XI

Werewolves, and I am no

as I swerve out of sight, narrowly avoiding a gaggle of Werewolf girls. The music playing in the background seems to be echoing t

w what the party is for. All I know is that my best friend Livia dragged me from my bedroom in t

m. Livia is currently

eens, and the only other h

my mind if I don't

group of Werewolf girls. Like the one I passed earlier, they seem to be rather out of it, swaying in their spots and giggling. Ther

s that it is indeed some dude's birthday party that Livia decided we

eliciting a loud round of cackles. "But I know that i

that these Werewolves have some sort of cultu

up in droves in the mainland. No one knew where they were from. No one even knew they really existed. But they made their purpose known

off from the rest of us Humans like we didn't build everything before they came along. We're forced i

e any mutts in the Midwest. But I'm wrong, because this party is

ll blonde, steps up and asks her friends, "I won't d

rstanding seems to pass through them. They start

g on a bunch of girls, and if they see me-see what I am-I'm going to be dead. Cursing L

hould just hid

me, flicking on the lights and breathing a sig

ng to find my phone in my pocket to call Livia.

the

my throat. I turn around to find the sou

a boy in

ewolf

all Werewolves have varying shades of golden irises. Not to mention, I'm way too small and skinny to fit the Wer

ind if I stay here with you? It's the full moon, and as yo

ves. Screw me. My luck just k

"And I assume you also don't. So I believe we're good he

I say aft

ntage. I just have to be thankful that I haven't been devoured by thes

k season of Human disappearances and d

d up as a statistic. Livia and

Livia isn't

take a deep breath to calm my heart, resting aga

letting me stay

a glance as he sits on on

e angle of his jaw, the perfect arch of his nose, his wavy hair is slicked back with a couple of curled strands falling neatly against his forehead. He looks like a star i

nd turn my back on him again. "I assume you're a student at

it's just a contraction of my real name? Idiot. "Yeah, I also g

laugh. "What pack are you from

. What does he mean by pac

ail off. "Sam

ser to me. "I will definitely know if you're in my pack o

laugh and play it off, but I was never one to bluff. This is my first time being this close to a W

now in fr

er to the door. He props his

t ago, he sounded friendly. Even normal. Now, he sounds like he's sec

," I mumble lamely, leaping ov

nging in the air, but I suddenly feel woozy. Maybe it's just pure fear pumping in my veins

it, the boy grabs the back of

pain in my throat. My back is slick with sweat. I'm shaking all over. He, on the other hand, is as steady as ever as he forces me to face h

e but to let him ta

eculiarly sharp his canines are. But his smil

rip on me tightens, and suddenly there's no air lef

re Hu

leak down my cheeks. "I didn't mean to-ple

drops from his lips, replaced by a sneer.