My first day of classes came and went without any more altercations. The first thing I did when I got back to my apartment was rummage through the trash for every empty can I could find. I strung each one together and hung the shitty garland across my front door in a pattern that would create the mo
As Tuesday rolled around, I was more determined than ever to cement my presence in this pack. After class, Jada and Hakeem accompanied me to the DMV to officially get my learners permit, and to pick up my first cellphone in four years. I had a feeling they tagged along only to keep me from driving
Daisy flinched and despite the voice in my head telling me to walk the fuck out and not get involved, my attention was snared. I swiveled my head away from Daisy’s shell-shocked expression and to the man who reminded me of a wet rat. “I believe this is a conversation between Daisy and I.” I said in
It was by pure coincidence that I stumbled past the open doorway of a Molecular Biology class and overheard the professor’s riveting lecture. “…it is a powerful paralytic, able to subdue even the strongest of our kind. When injected into the bloodstream, they bind to neuromuscular binding sites and
Nox’s P.O.V. Crouched on the flat rooftop of a small hardware store, I watched Lilac as she walked down the street with the same interest as a predator stalking its prey. It just so happened that I wasn’t the only one hunting her tonight. Did she know she was being followed? I wasn’t referring t
Even that annoying smile of hers remained in place. “You call that a punch?” There was something slightly unhinged about her laugh that had me creeping closer. She kicked man-bun in the gut hard enough to send him keeling over, then placed a second kick to nose. Even from the rooftop, I could hear
Lilac was walking down the sidewalk, humming her tune with her head trained forwards. Everything was exactly the same, but with one minor change. This time around, I was the one hunting Lilac. The song she hummed was cut short as she realized she was dreaming. She faltered in her steps, turning he
Lilac’s P.O.V. I shot up out of bed with a snarl, my legs carrying me into the bathroom where I flicked on the lights with a shaky hand. They were shitty, barely illuminating the five-by-five box that was barely big enough for a small toilet, sink, and a shower stall that only worked half of the ti