ASHERI stopped on my tracks when I noticed something unusual. I checked the spot that caught my attention, not surprised to see that it was some belongings. Maybe it belonged to a passerby or some traveller. I walked past it, but a sense of deja vu hit me. Almost like, I had seen that bag somewhere and I was trying my best to recall it, but couldn't.“Check it then. Argh!” Dean groaned out of frustration.I rolled my eyes at his statement, but curiosity killed the cat. I checked and recalled it in a matter of seconds, it was the place where I had caught Mateo spying on me. A smirk formed on my lips as I thought about that pathetic prick.I bent down, checking his bags for clues and found nothing, but there was something else that caught my attention. My eyes darted to the footprints on the ground, leading me to the direction he went in. He must have not gone far.“Are we really going to look for that asshole instead? Don't we have important things to do?” Dean whined.“It would only
DANTEI knocked on the door, taking deep breaths. I can't believe I actually showed up here despite mixed feelings. I wanted to turn around to leave, but it was too late, and Amir opened up the door. A smirk appeared on his face. “Look who it is?” He chuckled lightly. “I never thought you'd actually show up. Who knew you cared about Asher that much?”I rolled my eyes at his statement, this was not what I came here for. “Can we get this over with or would you prefer I leave instead?” I threatened.He continued laughing, irritating the hell out of me. I couldn't take it anymore and was about to leave, but he pulled me back, his laughter ceasing.“Sorry about that, dude,” he apologized. “You know I'm just messing with you, right?”He punched me slightly on the arm. I tried ignoring it, acting like it was nothing, but deep inside I was still kind of offended. He led me to the living room where Mateo was seated. We maintained eye contact for a second before Slyder broke the silence.“Can w
DANTEI tell myself I don’t care about Asher.I tell myself I’m just going to the gym to clear my mind, to focus on something other than the mess my life has become.I tell myself a lot of things.But none of them fucking matter the moment I step inside and see him.He was standing near the lockers, his black tank top damp with sweat, clinging to his body in a way that makes my throat dry. His curly black hair is slightly damp too, strands falling into his face as he tilts his head, laughing at something.I don’t know why I stopped walking.I don’t know why my fingers tighten around my water bottle, why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t be here. And then I see him. Some blonde guy. Tall, built, confident. And way too close.My stomach tightens as I watch the guy casually rest a hand on Asher’s arm, fingers lingering a second too long, and Asher lets him. Something sharp twists in my chest. I should walk away. I should not care. But I do.I try to ignore them, forcing myself to keep wal
DANTEThe library was dead silent. It always was at this time of the night. Most students didn’t stick around after dark, but I liked the quiet. No one bumping into me. No distractions. Just me, my books, and the hum of the flickering overhead lights.I stacked my notes into my backpack, stretching as I stood up. My back was stiff from hunching over my laptop for hours, and my eyes burned from staring at the screen for too long. I glanced at my phone, it was 11:47 P.M.Damn. I wasn’t meant to stay this late.I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way toward the exit. The library felt different at night. The long, empty rows of bookshelves cast weird shadows, and the dim emergency lights near the doors gave everything a bluish glow.I shook off the eerie feeling creeping up my spine. It was just my imagination.Pushing the heavy doors open, I stepped out into the cold night air. The campus was practically deserted. A few distant streetlights flickered, casting long, twisting shado
DANTE I blinked my eyes open and the first thing I noticed was the quiet. The room was dim, only a ray of light coming from the window. Everything felt still like the air was holding its breath. My body ached, my head was heavy, and the faint smell of pine and earth filled my nose.I wasn’t in my dorm.That realization hit me all at once, making my pulse pick up. The bed was too big, the sheets softer than the cheap ones in my room, and the smell? It was familiar, but not mine. Panic crept up my spine as I pushed myself up, groaning at the stiffness in my muscles. I barely made it halfway before a voice stopped me.“You shouldn’t be moving.”I froze.That voice. My heart slammed against my ribs as I turned my head. And there he was.Asher.Sitting in a chair near the window, arms crossed, watching me. His expression was unreadable, his blue eyes unreadable. Memories of last night crashed into me all at once.The chase. The shadow in the trees. The monster with black eyes.And Asher,
DANTE I woke up feeling like my head had been smashed against a brick wall. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. My dorm. Right. Safe.Sort of.The last thing I remembered was walking out of Asher’s place. My mind had been racing, my body sore, my stomach twisted into knots. Even now, my muscles ached, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep.I turned onto my side, groaning as my shoulder throbbed. My blankets were tangled around me, half on the floor, half wrapped around my legs.I had slept like crap.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. 10:12 AM.Great. Missed my morning class.I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Normally, I’d be freaking out about that, but today? I couldn’t bring myself to care. Everything still felt weird. Not just because of last night. Not just because of Asher. It was me. I felt off.Like something wasn’t sitting right in my own skin.I pushed the thought away and forced myself to get
DANTE I didn’t believe him.Or maybe I did, and that was the problem.Asher was sitting there, calm as ever, like we weren’t talking about something that should’ve been impossible. Like I wasn’t sitting across from him, trying to pretend that my whole world wasn’t flipping upside down.I looked down at my tray, at the food I wasn’t eating. I picked up my fork and stabbed at the scrambled eggs, pushing them around like they were the most interesting thing in the world.I could feel Asher watching me. He wasn’t saying anything, but he didn’t have to. He was waiting.I sighed and set the fork down. “You know,” I muttered, “this would be a whole lot easier if you just said something.”Asher tilted his head slightly. “Like what?”I shot him a look. “I don’t know. Something that makes sense.”He smirked, and I hated that it still had that stupid, cocky effect on me. “Everything I’ve said makes sense.”I scoffed. “Right. Sure. Claw marks show up at the library, you claim it wasn’t you, and
DANTEYesterday, I retired to bed with lots of thoughts going on in my mind. I woke up this morning, my breath becoming heavier. I checked the time, it was almost seven a.m, which means I have to wake up early otherwise I'm late for class already.I managed to get my sore body off the bed and started staggering towards the fridge, taking a glass of water to help myself. I gulped down everything in one go,trying to even my breath.“You are already involve. Just act normal.”Asher's word kept going through and fro in my head, making it hard for me to stop thinking about it. I knew that there was something up with him and suspected he was involved in this werewolf stuff, but hearing the confession from him just hits different.That confirms Mateo's suspicions, but what I don't understand is what Matteo is trying to benefit from all this. A part of me felt like I had to do my best, like I had to do whatever it takes to make sure that Asher is safe. Definitely bizarre.It's better to stay
DANTE “What the fuck man?” I backed away, making a safe distance between the both of us. “Why were you staring at me like some kind of creep? Were you trying to give me a heart attack or something?”It was dark but I could see his movements through the ray of moonlight that peeked through the window. “You didn't let me sleep, so I figured I had to do something at least,” he replied.I was confused. What does he mean by I didn't let him sleep when I was perfectly sound asleep and he was the one about to give me a heart attack? “You were having nightmares and talking in your sleep. I stayed by your side to watch over you and make sure you were okay,” he explained.My heart felt a warm and tingly feeling. I didn't want to care, but why did he suddenly care about me? It was so insane and touching at the same time.“Um…T...Thank you. But you didn't have to go through all those troubles. I'm fine now,” I assured him, trying to disregard the strange feelings inside me.He scoffed. “Like I
DANTEI sat on the chair, trying to avoid his lingering gaze on me. My breath quickened, getting heavier and heavier by the second. It's been almost two minutes– I was counting. It felt so awkward being in the same room with him. I wanted the ground to open up so bad and swallow me up, but for some odd reasons I liked his gaze on me.I had to caution myself, refrain myself from the thoughts that were starting to envelop me. “So, how are we going to do this?” I broke the silence between us.He looked up at me, I noticed his beautiful gray orbs and then it felt hard to breathe again. My body was becoming hot and my heart raced fast, why was he affecting me in this way?He cleared his throat. “You can take the bed. I'm fine sleeping on the couch?” He gestured to the gray cushion not too far from us.I felt a bit bad. I didn't want him to lay down on the floor, especially since I was going to be here for God knows how long. He was tall and for his body size, the couch would be so uncomfor
DANTE“What are you doing here?” He smirked, handing me his helmet and I scoffed trying to avoid his gaze that was lingering on me. “Are you stalking me? I could've sworn I saw you following me this morning,” I accused him.He smirked. “Don't get ahead of yourself, Dante. Aren't you a darling? Thinking I'm following you around, like I'm what? Your bodyguard?” He chuckled.I ignored him, still looking around for a cab, but it felt like the road was scanty and it was as if there were no cabs around. I held my breath, in hopes that a cab or something would pass.“You know there's going to be a storm and no cabs are going to be available for the night right?” He told me.I cursed my luck. This was not what I wanted to happen and this was leaving me in a situation, I could already picture him with a smirk on his face thinking he has already won.But I was adamant. “I know about that but I'm still willing to try my luck and if not, then I can take the subway instead,” I said.He chuckled l
DANTEYesterday, I retired to bed with lots of thoughts going on in my mind. I woke up this morning, my breath becoming heavier. I checked the time, it was almost seven a.m, which means I have to wake up early otherwise I'm late for class already.I managed to get my sore body off the bed and started staggering towards the fridge, taking a glass of water to help myself. I gulped down everything in one go,trying to even my breath.“You are already involve. Just act normal.”Asher's word kept going through and fro in my head, making it hard for me to stop thinking about it. I knew that there was something up with him and suspected he was involved in this werewolf stuff, but hearing the confession from him just hits different.That confirms Mateo's suspicions, but what I don't understand is what Matteo is trying to benefit from all this. A part of me felt like I had to do my best, like I had to do whatever it takes to make sure that Asher is safe. Definitely bizarre.It's better to stay
DANTE I didn’t believe him.Or maybe I did, and that was the problem.Asher was sitting there, calm as ever, like we weren’t talking about something that should’ve been impossible. Like I wasn’t sitting across from him, trying to pretend that my whole world wasn’t flipping upside down.I looked down at my tray, at the food I wasn’t eating. I picked up my fork and stabbed at the scrambled eggs, pushing them around like they were the most interesting thing in the world.I could feel Asher watching me. He wasn’t saying anything, but he didn’t have to. He was waiting.I sighed and set the fork down. “You know,” I muttered, “this would be a whole lot easier if you just said something.”Asher tilted his head slightly. “Like what?”I shot him a look. “I don’t know. Something that makes sense.”He smirked, and I hated that it still had that stupid, cocky effect on me. “Everything I’ve said makes sense.”I scoffed. “Right. Sure. Claw marks show up at the library, you claim it wasn’t you, and
DANTE I woke up feeling like my head had been smashed against a brick wall. For a few seconds, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember where I was. My dorm. Right. Safe.Sort of.The last thing I remembered was walking out of Asher’s place. My mind had been racing, my body sore, my stomach twisted into knots. Even now, my muscles ached, like I’d run a marathon in my sleep.I turned onto my side, groaning as my shoulder throbbed. My blankets were tangled around me, half on the floor, half wrapped around my legs.I had slept like crap.I reached for my phone on the nightstand and squinted at the screen. 10:12 AM.Great. Missed my morning class.I sighed, rubbing my eyes. Normally, I’d be freaking out about that, but today? I couldn’t bring myself to care. Everything still felt weird. Not just because of last night. Not just because of Asher. It was me. I felt off.Like something wasn’t sitting right in my own skin.I pushed the thought away and forced myself to get
DANTE I blinked my eyes open and the first thing I noticed was the quiet. The room was dim, only a ray of light coming from the window. Everything felt still like the air was holding its breath. My body ached, my head was heavy, and the faint smell of pine and earth filled my nose.I wasn’t in my dorm.That realization hit me all at once, making my pulse pick up. The bed was too big, the sheets softer than the cheap ones in my room, and the smell? It was familiar, but not mine. Panic crept up my spine as I pushed myself up, groaning at the stiffness in my muscles. I barely made it halfway before a voice stopped me.“You shouldn’t be moving.”I froze.That voice. My heart slammed against my ribs as I turned my head. And there he was.Asher.Sitting in a chair near the window, arms crossed, watching me. His expression was unreadable, his blue eyes unreadable. Memories of last night crashed into me all at once.The chase. The shadow in the trees. The monster with black eyes.And Asher,
DANTEThe library was dead silent. It always was at this time of the night. Most students didn’t stick around after dark, but I liked the quiet. No one bumping into me. No distractions. Just me, my books, and the hum of the flickering overhead lights.I stacked my notes into my backpack, stretching as I stood up. My back was stiff from hunching over my laptop for hours, and my eyes burned from staring at the screen for too long. I glanced at my phone, it was 11:47 P.M.Damn. I wasn’t meant to stay this late.I slung my bag over my shoulder and made my way toward the exit. The library felt different at night. The long, empty rows of bookshelves cast weird shadows, and the dim emergency lights near the doors gave everything a bluish glow.I shook off the eerie feeling creeping up my spine. It was just my imagination.Pushing the heavy doors open, I stepped out into the cold night air. The campus was practically deserted. A few distant streetlights flickered, casting long, twisting shado
DANTEI tell myself I don’t care about Asher.I tell myself I’m just going to the gym to clear my mind, to focus on something other than the mess my life has become.I tell myself a lot of things.But none of them fucking matter the moment I step inside and see him.He was standing near the lockers, his black tank top damp with sweat, clinging to his body in a way that makes my throat dry. His curly black hair is slightly damp too, strands falling into his face as he tilts his head, laughing at something.I don’t know why I stopped walking.I don’t know why my fingers tighten around my water bottle, why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t be here. And then I see him. Some blonde guy. Tall, built, confident. And way too close.My stomach tightens as I watch the guy casually rest a hand on Asher’s arm, fingers lingering a second too long, and Asher lets him. Something sharp twists in my chest. I should walk away. I should not care. But I do.I try to ignore them, forcing myself to keep wal