“Catherine, dear.” I hear my mother call from the kitchen and I hurry out of my room. I run down the stairs, skipping a few at the end.“Jake is here,” she says with wide eyes and a smile. I chuckle at her reaction as I make my way to the door.“Thanks,” I say over my shoulder before opening the door. I shudder at the coldness nipping at my nose and cheeks. I wrap my arms around me and watch Jake parking in our driveway. I run to the car, careful not to trip over my feet.Jake has barely gotten out of the car before I throw my arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. He laughs into the embrace, picking me up to give me a tight hug.“Hi,” I whisper into the embrace. He puts me down slowly and pulls back.“Hi. I missed you,” he says, holding his hand out for me to take. I smile at him and take his hand.“Did you get what you guys were looking for today?” Jake and some of the other pack members had to skip school to find something about hunters or something along those lines. He was no
When we finally finish dinner, Bianca goes to Oliver’s room without any explanation. “Does she want dessert?” my mum asks, but Oliver shrugs.“I don’t know what has gotten into her. I’ll go check on her,” Oliver’s voice is tinted with frustration. Bianca has been rather rude tonight.“Do you want dessert?” My mother asks, turning to Jake.“Ooh, yes, please. Can I help?” My mother gives him a scolding look and he puts his hands in the air. He hurries to the couch where my dad is sitting. “Catherine, will you give me a hand please?” I walk behind my mother to the kitchen, glancing over my shoulder at Jake. He nods his head at something my dad says.“Is it just me, or was Bianca strange?” my mum asks in a quiet voice. I giggle softly as I nod.“Yes, but she is always strange,” I joke and my mother laughs.“Perhaps. You and Jake can enjoy the dessert in your room. He does not have to listen to your dad’s conspiracy theories,” my mum says with a wink. I have a wide smile as I take the two
I turn onto my side with a soft huff, tucking my elbow beneath my head as I stare into the oppressive darkness of the wall across from me. A soft sigh escapes my lips.Those stupid messages from the author have wormed their way into my thoughts. The feeling of imminent dread clings to me and it only worsens my stress-ridden migraine. I don’t know what the author has planned for me.And since she’s veered completely off the original storyline, I have no idea what could possibly happen.A thud from the window jolts me upright. What was that?I strain my ears, waiting for another sound, but the silence that follows is thick and suffocating. My skin prickles with unease. I groan, running a hand through my hair in frustration. Seriously? Is the author just toying with me now?I sink back onto the bed, pulling the covers up to my chin as if they could somehow shield me from whatever is coming.The door to my parents’ room creaks open. Heavy footsteps tread past my door, descending the stair
The rope bites into my hands, rough and unforgiving. Something hard digs into my shoulder. I attempt to open my eyes, but they are glued shut.With a groan, I force them open. The room is not brightly lit and I have to adjust my vision.Where the hell am I?My head lolls to the side, my neck protesting the motion. That is when I notice Allison across from me. Her gaze is locked on the door. Her hands are tied behind her, the same as mine. We are both bound to wooden chairs.Glancing over my shoulder, I see the window. Through the window I notice that we must be deep into the forest, the dark green giving our location away."Hey," Allison whispers, her voice barely cutting through the silence. My eyes snap back to her. The thick wood beams overhead give it an almost primitive feel. It gives off basement vibes.“What is going on? Where are we?” I ask, failing to hide the panic in my voice. I clear my throat and shake my head to clear the fog.Allison’s eyes flick back to the door, then
“Catherine?” The familiar voice cuts through the haze of confusion. I snap my head up, blinking against the light as I search the crowd.“Dad?”My father emerges from the throng of people surrounding me. I squint my eyes, attempting to see whether I am just dreaming or is it reality.“Catherine,” he says as he takes my arms and pulls me up. My legs tremble beneath me, but I manage to find my footing. I stare at him, my mind racing. What is he doing here? Is he a hunter?“What is going on?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper My father nods to the crowd, a silent command that sends most of them retreating a few paces. All but one—a short man with a massive beard—remains.“Ah, Catherine.” The bearded man steps forward, his grin wide and unsettling. “So nice to see you again. I was just about to give up on you.” He extends his hand, waiting for me to shake it. I glance at my father before slowly reaching out and clasping his hand in a limp handshake.“I’m… sorry, but I’m confused,” I
The alarm rings.06:00I stare at it, the sound cutting through the silence of the house. A sigh escapes my lips as I reach over to turn it off. Everything feels like a vivid dream. One I can’t wake up from.I thought I could handle this, that it was just a silly Wattpad story, but the emotions are real.Too real.The blood on my hands, the lifeless body of my father.I glance down, half-expecting to see the crimson stains still clinging to my skin. I can feel it.I shoot up, the empty feeling threatening to resurface. I shake my head and force myself out of bed, groaning when I hit the ground. I check my messages.Nothing.Jake has vanished, along with Tyler and Allison. They all think I’m some kind of pro-hunter, responsible for the deaths of twenty pack members.And my father.Stumbling to the closet, I sift through clothes. I search for something comfortable. I do not have the strength to curate a proper outfit today, not when I have volleyball practice this afternoon.I pull on a
I know, I know. I should just jump into the story where the main character wakes up, like all the other Wattpad stories. Unfortunately, this is not your typical Wattpad story.I am well aware that you attention whores like to read a werewolf or vampire story through the main character's point of view, imagining yourself in their shoes where you are the "chosen one", destined to be with the love interest. I know you like to read these types of stories because it makes you feel wanted and loved at times when you feel like you cannot be loved. Been there, done that, and got the t-shirt twice.I hate to be the bearer of bad news and this will be a bitter pill to swallow, but I have to tell you. None of you would be the one the "Alpha" or the "Mafia boss" would settle for. You are the most likely the boring side character from all the Wattpad stories. Hell, some of you are not even the main characters in your own lives.So, if you came here to read this story hoping to escape from your rea
A sharp sound rings through my ears. I groan in protest and my arm shoots to the nightstand. My eyes remain closed as my hand roams over the surface, trying to find my phone. The ringing pierces through my ears and I finally open my eyes. I scan the surface of the nightstand and grab my phone, turning the alarm off. When did I set an alarm? I glance at my lock screen and see the time.Why would I set an alarm for 06:00? A text appears on the screen, but I ignore it since it is from an unknown number. I throw the phone on the bed before I let out a heavy sigh. I roll out of bed and hit the wood-tiled floors with a loud thud.What the? I get up and my eyes dart from the floor back to the bed. Where am I? This is not my bed. And this is definitely not my room. The phone vibrates with another message from the same unknown number. I look around the room and blink a few times, just to make sure that I wasn't still dreaming.Whose room is this? The last thing I remember is falling asleep on