Sammy is an ordinary girl, goes to school, loves socializing with friends, her hobbies and her best friend Jasper. Everything changes thanks to a teenage adventure in the forest at night, where Sammy encounters a dire wolf. Having inexplicably escaped death, the girl decides that she is incredibly lucky. But the mysterious events around are just beginning to unfold, and the most popular guy in school, Travis, becomes the sweetest nightmare in her life. Because he is a werewolf, beautiful and scary at the same time...
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“Cut!” sigaw ng director, halatang naiinis na matapos ang ikalimang take ng bed scene namin. Huminga ako nang malalim at agad na bumangon mula sa kama kung saan kami nakahiga ng leading man ko. Ramdam ko ang malagkit na pawis sa aking balat dahil sa mainit na ilaw ng set, ngunit hindi iyon ang laman ng isip ko. Kanina pa nagri-ring ang cellphone ko, at nang magkaroon ng pagkakataon, dali-dali kong kinuha ito mula sa gilid ng kama. Nang makita ang pangalan ni Maica sa screen, agad kong sinagot ang tawag. “Maya! Naaksidente si Papa! Kritikal ang kondisyon niya!” Tumigil ang mundo ko. Parang biglang lumamig ang buong katawan ko, kahit pa kanina lang ay tila binubuhusan ako ng apoy ng mga ilaw ng set. "Ano?" Halos hindi lumabas ang boses ko. Nanginginig ang kamay kong mahigpit na nakahawak sa cellphone. "Nasa ospital na siya ngayon! Ang daming dugo! Maya, hindi ko alam ang gagawin!" Hysterical na si Maica. Pinilit kong kontrolin ang nanginginig kong boses. "Anong ospital? Papunta na ako!" "St. Luke’s! Ate, bilisan mo!" Hindi ko na hinintay pang matapos ang usapan. Mabilis akong tumayo, hindi alintana ang suot kong manipis na silk robe. Agad kong hinanap ang assistant ko. "Kim!" sigaw ko. "Kailangan kong umalis ngayon din!" Nagtatakang lumapit siya. "Maya, may next scene pa tayo—" "Cancel it," madiin kong sabi. "Mas importante ang pamilya ko." Mabilis akong lumabas ng set, ni hindi na nagpaalam. Ang tanging iniisip ko lang ay kung aabutan ko pa siyang buhay. ***. Pagkarating ko sa ospital, agad kong nakita si Maica sa labas ng emergency room, ang maliit niyang katawan na hindi matanggap ang sitwasyon. Niyakap ang sarili, nakaluhod sa harap ng mga pader ng ospital, habang umiiyak nang malakas. "Ate Maya..." tawag niya sa akin. "Si Papa?" tanong ko, ang mga salitang iyon lumabas na parang wala akong lakas. Nakita ko si Maica na humagulhol, mabilis na tumayo at niyakap ako ng mahigpit. "Wala na si Papa, Ate. Hindi niya kinaya." Umiling-iling ako, ang panginginig ng katawan ko ay lalong tumindi. "Hindi. Buhay pa siya. Hindi ito magandang biro, Maica. Hindi pwedeng mawala si Papa." Ngunit bago ko pa man tuluyang magpumiglas sa sakit na ito, lumabas ang doktor. Ang kanyang mukha ay seryoso at hindi ko kayang basahin ang ekspresyon niya. Dumiretso siya sa akin at ang mga mata ko ay hindi makapaniwala sa nangyari. "Condolence, Miss Ramirez," sabi ng doktor, at ang mga salitang iyon ay parang patalim na tumusok sa aking puso. "Hindi namin naisalba ang Papa mo." Hindi ko na kayang pigilan pa ang pagbagsak ng aking katawan. Pakiramdam ko ay para akong lumulutang sa isang bangungot na hindi ko magising. Para akong nakatayo sa gitna ng isang malakas na bagyo, walang kalaban-laban, at walang masandalan. Agad akong pumasok sa loob ng emergency room upang puntahan si Papa. Halos matalisod ako sa pagmamadali, hindi alintana ang malamig na sahig ng ospital o ang mga mata ng mga doktor at nars na nakatingin sa akin. “Papa! Papa, gising! Papa, please! Gumising ka, Papa!” Paulit-ulit kong binibigkas ang pangalan niya, nagbabakasakaling sumagot siya, na kahit papaano ay marinig ko ulit ang tinig niya. Ngunit nanatiling tahimik ang silid. Walang kahit anong senyales na may natitira pang buhay sa kanyang katawan. Niyakap ko siya, pinilit damhin ang init ng kanyang balat, ngunit malamig na ito—isang malamig na reyalidad na ayaw kong tanggapin. Hindi ko matanggap na ang lalaking nagpalaki sa akin, na naging sandigan ko sa lahat ng hirap at sakit sa buhay, ay wala na. Napalingon ako kay Maica nang bigla na lang siyang nawalan ng malay. “Maica!” sigaw ko, ngunit bago ko pa siya masalo, bumagsak na siya sa sahig. Biglang nagkagulo sa loob. Agad siyang nilapitan ng mga nurse, isinakay sa isang stretcher, at mabilis na dinala sa isang kwarto. Hinayaan ko silang asikasuhin ang kapatid ko. Nanatili lang akong nakayakap kay Papa, kahit wala nang buhay ang kanyang katawan. Hindi ko alam kung ilang oras akong nasa ganoong posisyon—umiiyak, sumisigaw, umaasang magising mula sa bangungot na ito. Halos hindi ko na makilala ang mukha niya. Marami siyang sugat, at kitang-kita ang mga pasa at gasgas sa kanyang balat. Ang kanyang noo ay may malaking hiwa, at alam kong ito ang dahilan ng kanyang pagkamatay—isang malakas na pagkakabagok sa matigas na bagay. Nang bumukas ang pinto, nakita ko ang isang nurse at doktor na kasama si Maica. “Miss Ramirez,” maingat na sabi ng doktor habang inaabot sa akin ang isang papel. “Ito ang medical report ng kapatid mo.” Mabilis kong hinablot ang papel at binasa ito. Sa una, hindi ko agad naintindihan ang nakasulat, ngunit nang umabot ang mata ko sa isang linya, natigil ang paghinga ko. "Dalawang buwan nang buntis ang kapatid mo, Miss Ramirez," saad ng doktor. Parang may pumunit sa dibdib ko. Nabitawan ko ang hawak kong papel. Dahan-dahan akong lumingon kay Maica, na ngayon ay nakatayo sa harapan ko, namumutla at hindi makatingin nang diretso sa akin. “B-Buntis?” nanginginig kong tanong. “Ate Maya…” Huminga siya nang malalim bago biglang lumuhod sa harapan ko. Puno ng luha ang kanyang mga mata. “Buntis ako, Ate. Si Kuya Arnold ang ama.” Parang nawala ang lahat ng ingay sa paligid. Nanigas ako sa kinatatayuan ko. Hindi ko maalis ang tingin ko kay Maica. "Si Arnold?" Halos hindi lumabas ang boses ko. Pakiramdam ko ay bumaliktad ang sikmura ko, parang may sumabog sa loob ng dibdib ko. Si Arnold ay ang boyfriend ko. Hindi ko aakalaing siya ang ama ng batang dinadala ng kapatid ko. Napaatras ako, nanginginig, at hindi makapaniwala. “Ang boyfriend ko ang ama ng batang dinadala mo?” mahina ngunit matalim kong tanong. Hindi siya sumagot. Tumango lang siya—isang simpleng kilos na tuluyang nagpabagsak sa akin. "I'm so sorry, Ate Maya," mahinang saad ni Maica. Nanginginig ang boses niya, punong-puno ng pagsisisi. Pero para sa akin, walang saysay ang paghingi niya ng tawad. Ang sakit ay para bang isang kutsilyong paulit-ulit na itinutusok sa puso ko, pinapalalim ang sugat sa bawat sandaling lumilipas. "Hindi totoo 'yan. Hindi puwede!" sigaw ko, at sa isang iglap, umalingawngaw ang boses ko sa loob ng ospital. Ang ibang pasyente at nurse ay napatingin sa amin, ngunit wala akong pakialam. Wala akong pakialam sa mga matang nanonood, sa mga bulung-bulungan sa paligid. Ang tanging nararamdaman ko ay galit—galit na unti-unting sumasakop sa pagkatao ko. Napapailing akong umatras. Hindi ko kayang tanggapin ang mga salitang iyon mula sa kanya. Pakiramdam ko, niloloko ako. "Ang bata-bata mo pa, Maica. Pinag-aral kita dahil gusto kong makapagtapos ka ng pag-aaral at hindi matulad sa akin na hindi nakapagtapos." Napalunok ako, pinipigilan ang luhang namumuo sa gilid ng aking mga mata. "Gusto kong mabigyan ka ng magandang kinabukasan, Maica. Gusto kong hindi mo maranasan ang hirap na dinanas ko! Kaya ko ginawa ang lahat para sa 'yo!" Tumulo ang luha niya, halatang hindi niya kayang salubungin ang galit kong tingin. Lumapit siya, pilit akong inaabot, ngunit agad kong inilayo ang sarili ko. "Pinag-aral kita, Maica," ulit ko, mas madiin, mas matigas. "Hindi kita pinag-aral para agawin ang boyfriend ko!" Ramdam ko ang pangangalog ng boses ko, ang pait sa lalamunan ko habang binibigkas ko ang mga salitang iyon. Hindi ko akalain na darating ang araw na masasabi ko ito sa kanya. Nanginginig ang kamay ko nang dumapo ang palad ko sa pisngi niya. Nabigla siya at napapikit sa ginawa ko, ngunit hindi siya nagsalita. Hindi siya nagreklamo. Dama ko ang hapdi sa sariling palad, pero hindi iyon kasing sakit ng nararamdaman ko sa loob. Napabuntong-hininga ako, pilit hinahabol ang sariling paghinga. "Ano'ng ginawa mo, Maica? Paano mo nagawang lokohin ako ng ganito?" Hindi siya sumagot. Mas lalo lang siyang humagulhol, tila gustong lumubog sa sahig. Pero wala akong pakialam. Hindi ko alam kung may natitira pang pagmamahal sa puso ko para sa kanya. Sa isang iglap, parang hindi na siya ang kapatid na kinalakihan ko.- Which?"I owe you something," Travis smiled slyly. - Let's go to.Her heart beat faster as Sammy took his hand and followed him. He didn't have to go far, only to his car parked nearby.- Wait a minute, I'm here. Travis ran into the house while Sammy waited.Left alone for a while, she fell ill and took a breath - there were a lot of impressions today. In the morning, he, Travis, and Leah visited Steve in the hospital, and now Doyle was no longer tormented by the upcoming treatment of a friend. They knew that this would not happen, and the joy of the meeting was not overshadowed by worries and fears. Steve was on the mend with confidence, though not at a wolf pace, and looked noticeably better. They chatted happily, making plans for the future, and Sammy smiled involuntarily as she watched Steve and Leah. They seemed to be truly in love with each other, and she was pleased with every word they exchanged.Everything had changed so much in the past few days that Sammy had no time to t
On a Saturday afternoon, Sammy and Travis were driving to his parents' house, and Samantha did her best to calm the excitement that was playing out in earnest. Travis cheered her up in every possible way, but she still had goosebumps.“What if he doesn’t like me, and he will be against our relationship ...” she muttered, clenching her trembling fingers in her lap, and Travis smiled:"Even if the whole world is against it, it won't hurt us," he said. - Listen, I already regret that I complained to you so much about your father - you consider him almost a fiend. My dad, of course, is not a gift, but far from a fool, and will be able to recognize a good smart girl. Actually, I'm sure he's got all the information he can on you, so don't worry.Sammy glared at him and Doyle laughed.- Well, what did you think? He's worried about me, as it turned out, so he wouldn't be surprised.- Come on, both of you ... - Sammy muttered, which amused Travis more than ever.But he, despite the bravado, wa
Remembering this, Sammy blushed involuntarily, and Travis mistook her embarrassment for alarm.- Everything will be fine, Frog! It will only clarify my position, nothing more. Do you believe me?"Yes," Sammy whispered, and the excitement dissipated like mist before it arrived.Matthew was a burly, black-haired man in his forties, about the same age as Becker. He stared at Sammy and Travis as they drew closer, then smiled, and Samantha's heart eased, meaning he didn't see the new werewolf as a threat. When Becker, who seemed slightly flustered, introduced them to each other, they sat down at a table away from the noisy room.First, Matthew told Travis the same legend, and he listened very carefully, although he knew its content. At the moment when they talked about the love of the young man for his brother and how it helped him become a man again, Travis turned to Sammy:"You didn't tell me that," he said slowly. “So that’s where my salvation was?” That's why you had such an influence
When Sammy and Travis arrived at school a week later, they were in a wonderful mood. The week flew by like a flash, and they spent almost all the time together. They decided to postpone dinner at the Doyle house - Travis's father, who really withdrew his candidacy for mayor of the city, came to grips with the affairs of his company, and so far was very busy. But nothing prevented Travis from being with Samantha, and they spent a couple of evenings at her house, in the company of their parents.Ben, if at first he was on his guard, soon relaxed, and he and Travis quickly found a common language, talking about different things. Sammy and her parents were surprised to learn that the Doyle family donated a large amount to the fire relief fund and also provided food aid - Carter Doyle, among other things, owned a large supermarket chain. So the opinion about Doyle Sr., if not changed, then somewhat softened, which Sammy was very glad about - I would not want their parents to be at enmity.
Sammy had been sleeping for almost a whole day and when she woke up she felt like a mindless zombie. However, it was for the best, and the terrible moments that she experienced went further and further into the depths of her consciousness. She thought only of Travis and was madly waiting for a new meeting, not at all doubting that he would come.She washed up and ate again with her parents, then called Leah and Jasper. Both were fine, just worried about her, but she assured her friends that she was fine. Sammy knew she would have to explain something to them about what had happened later, but not now. It was a huge stroke of luck that the friends didn't have to watch Travis' or Defalco's conversions, and the terrible secret remained unsolved.She didn't want to think about Defalco, but Sammy kept thinking about Travis' words. It was hard to believe that Ray would forever remain a wolf and never come back, but she believed Travis - he would never let him go if there was a chance that h
What happened next was like a blur. Medics ran up to them to help, firefighters put out the fire - as it turned out, they almost always went with the police to such calls. A helicopter was circling in the sky, and it seemed to Sammy that she was in some kind of action movie, everything that was happening around was so wild.None of them were seriously injured, and the doctors took care of the wounded Yamamoto, only treated the abrasion on Travis's head. Sammy watched as he was loaded on a stretcher into an ambulance.- What will happen now? she asked quietly. “What if he tells the police everything?”- And who will believe him? Travis put his arm around her as he sat next to her. They both wrapped themselves in one blanket, and the heat in Travis's body slowly subsided. “He’s crazy, I knew that right away. And now he has no proof.- Something left. Sammy looked up at him. Becker saved his notebook before setting off the explosion.- What? Travis suddenly laughed. "So he did it?" Look,
The pain in the body gradually passed, but the soul was torn to pieces. Sammy thrashed about inside the basement as if she were a wolf locked in a cage. She pounded on the door until her hands went numb, then she slid to the floor, barely breathing.It seemed like an eternity to her when, finally, the lock clicked again. Sammy backed away from the door, standing on trembling legs, ready to fight whoever it was.But on the threshold she saw not tormentors at all. In disbelief, Sammy staggered and literally fell into Leah's arms.“Sam, God…” she breathed, and Sammy, barely able to speak, muttered:- Leah... Travis is there... I have to save him!"Hush, hush," Leah whispered, holding her. - We found him, everything is in order! He didn't get hurt! Let's go to…With difficulty rearranging her legs from surging weakness, Sammy went, supported by her friend, up the stairs. Once at the top, Leah called out:- I found it, Jas!- Jas? Sammy asked, barely breathing. - He is here?..- Well, what
I resisted as best I could, but the strength seemed to have disappeared, and all I was able to do was yell and curse at the bastard who squeezed my hands in a steel vise.Defalco just laughed, listening to my impotent threats:- Don't squeal, Doyle, it won't help you... It's your own fault that you'll die and framed your girl... That's what happens when you get in my way. It would be better for you if you understood this earlier.- Stinky coward! I shouted, helplessly trying to resist him. - In the forest you draped from us that your heels sparkled! What, are you afraid that without an injection of this psycho I will wind your guts around your neck ??Defalco twisted my arm so that sparks came out of my eyes from the pain, and then slammed my head against the wall. My mind went haywire, and I would have collapsed to the floor if he hadn't continued to drag me down the corridor.The design on the stupid wallpaper swirled before my eyes, dancing in strange zigzags. It looks like flowers
Sammy didn't know how much time they spent in their arms, kissing, hugging and caressing each other. A minute or an hour - time has disappeared, leaving them only love. When, finally, they managed to open their arms, at least a little, an understanding began to come of what was happening to them now.- Travis... What will happen to us? Sammy said, looking into his eyes, which immediately turned into pain."I don't know, my good…" Travis sighed. But remember that I won't let you get hurt. I will do anything for this.Sammy looked around - the basement was completely empty, only a plastic bucket in the corner and a bottle of water. It wasn't until she saw her that she realized how thirsty she was.- Can I have some water? she asked, and Travis immediately pushed the bottle towards her.- I'm sorry, Frog, I didn't think that ... Hold on quickly.After draining at least half of it at once, Sammy took a breath. Putting the bottle aside, she glanced at Travis and only now realized that he h
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