Seventeen.

Elsa

He was right. He was gone by the time I woke up. He had left me a note saying that he didn’t want to wake me and that he promises to be back by nightfall. There is also an added note about making sure I stay with Lola.

Silently dressing for the day, I catch sight of myself in the mirror. The wound on my ribs had completely disappeared now. Not even a tiny pink line and I felt better than ever.

Braiding my hair and tying it up into its usual bun, I look at the crescent on my neck. It had changed and looked more like a tattoo now. I had so many questions about it, but there never seemed to be a good time to ask Nate.

Pulling open the door, Lola’s presence makes me scream. Footsteps quickly came from all directions of the house as my heart hammered in my chest.

“Elsa, it’s just me!” Lola stares at me wide eyed as I clutch my chest.

“You were so quiet.”

“Guard duty.” She mutters, as if I had forgotten.

Mason and some other guys come racing around the corner.

“What’s going on?”

“Who