*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*
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"Aw, how romantic! No, please, don't stop! Just continue! Don't worry. We won't mind it!"
Hearing the taunting voices of some of the vampires and werewolves who surround us, I gritted my teeth as they seem to like looking for some trouble. But I can only give them lessons that they need to learn for being disrespectful and simply being annoying.
"What do you want from us?" Pryce asked them sternly while she stood beside me, and I noticed that some of them were behind us. There are about seven of them here— three vampires, and the rest are werewolves. Are they some sort of a clique?
"Nothing much. Just want to witness something amazing and get---" answered a smirking topless guy that seemed to be
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Hold on to me, Sweetheart," Blair ordered, kneeling on one knee while trying to feel the ground with both her hands. I did what I was told and placed my right hand on her left shoulder, and she closed her eyes. I know she is trying to get us away from the werewolves that are about to come close to our location. We can't get into more trouble, and we don't know if this large number of supernatural beings are friendly. When I opened my eyes, I saw the sight of darkness, but using my vampire form, I could see clearly. Then suddenly, there was light coming from my mate's hand that then went floating around while regenerating smaller ones. It's not the flame that she usually uses. It's something bright— something like what Cassie made back at the cemetery.
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"She is going to what???" I exclaimed when I heard the bad news that Alison had brought to my mate. I looked at my girlfriend's face, and I presume it's Pryce-less, but I saw her seeming interested in it."School. She is going to school. This is what we have agreed with the council to make her ready. And... I have enrolled her in the Academy of Helga Wolfe. And, yes, it is a school for young werewolves at the Central Domain. It's just like a regular school there, just like PWA. But... There are three particular subjects that you need to take up that are all about being a werewolf: transformation, hunting or fighting lessons, and history. The second semester started two weeks ago, and you could still catch up with the lessons if you go there by Monday. So... You have a day to get ready, Pryce
*Pryce Winsley's POV*---"Yeeehaaa!!! Go on, show off, Pumpkin!! That's my mate!!! Yeah!"I took a deep breath to keep my cool as the voice of my overly supportive girlfriend echoed throughout the whole forest, and it earned some giggles from my classmates. Could you remind me to pluck three hairs on each of her forearms later?I'm getting more than enough cheers from her, the instructors, and the queen of the werewolves, yet I can't seem to figure out how I am going to show what they have been expecting. Though most of the ones learning with me in shifting into the simple wolf form have already achieved their beast form when they have stepped out to let the full moon in the sky shine on them, I am still stuck here in the dark, confused and clueless as hell. Yes, we have
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- My mouth hung open in a bit of shock as Pryce licked the blood that dripped down her left wrist when she got a cut on her palm because of the sharp edge of the boulder that was broken down into three chunks. She looked at Ali and me, and I just showed her a wide sweet smile. "What?" She asked us with her eyebrows meeting each other, and her red eyes turned back to blue. I shook my head, saying nothing, and the queen of the wolves nodded her head and assured her, "It's okay, Pryce. I kind of knew that it is not its time yet tonight. Don't worry. This coming next full moon is something that I am looking forward to that could awaken the werewolf in you again. It's a blood moon, and I am sure that that would be the time."
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*Pryce Winsley's POV*---"Anything strange, Babe? Are you it now?" Blair asked me while hiding behind a Captain America shield, and I looked at the moon again and let out a deep breath. I held tight on the rail of the balcony while concentrating on thinking to be the beast that I should be, or just even the wolf form, but I think nothing is happening."Still nothing, Blair. You can come out now." I replied, facing her, and she peeked and looked around, then tried to scan me with her red eyes from head to toe."Hmm, but your eyes are still purple. And you have a werewolf aura. That's weird." She remarked while walking nearer to me, and I shrugged my shoulders in response. I really don't feel anything unusual."You know what is weird
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV* --- "Thankfully, they didn't change the name, Babe. I can't imagine people nowadays know it as something else. It would sound ugly for sure." I uttered, looking out the car window as we passed by the Pryce Winsley Academy, and I heard my girlfriend, who's driving our newly purchased car slower, let out a sad sigh. "Yeah. I do miss it so much. The memories of me ruling there were so fresh. It was just like last month that I gave you a punishment for being the best policy-breaker that had ever walked on that one hella place." She replied, driving quite faster now, and I let out a soft laugh as I remembered that moment. "Fudge, yeah! That was epic. I wish we could finally have it back sooner. Do you think Marve still remembers us? Well, I mean, of c
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"I flaking knew it! Damn, I knew it! Oh, my gosh! Those lesbians are damn right, too! Leandrea saw them just a few weeks ago and last Sunday at the mall!" Marve proclaimed enthusiastically, which made us drop our mouths in total surprise. Well.I felt my cousin was as shocked as we both are back in the car with our human friend's reaction to her revelation. Who the fudge would know that they knew? No one, right? Damn!"Uh... Umm, how-how did... Okay. Alright." Sander began but couldn't construct what she would want to say to the confident principal. I guess there is no need to apply sleep induction then."So, it really is true, Cass? I actually didn't believe it at first until Andrea showed me CCTV fo
*Pryce Winsley's POV* --- "Everything started with me living a normal, quite luxurious human life. I was fine doing things I used to do, co-manage the academy I inherited from my mother, calling and chatting with my best friend who's a few thousand miles away from me, and meeting with my dad regularly for dinner. And my life unexpectedly turned upside down when I met a lovely but rude girl at my bookstore who had spilled my iced coffee on my chest. She is so damn mean on so many levels. Honestly, she is beautiful, but she's an insolent human being. It's a great turn-off, indeed. Well, that was my first impression of meeting Blair. I did wonder why on that very day I met her, I never thought of anything normal. She has always stayed in my mind, and I dreamed of her every dam
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Who placed the cat inside the oven?!!!” I heard my mate’s angry voice blaring from the house, particularly in the kitchen, and I wondered what hullabaloo had happened in there this time. The cat? In the oven? That's crazy! I pulled the fishing line and the bait out of the water and kept the line to the reel of my fishing rod. I looked at the bucket beside me with only one fish swimming in it, which Pryce had fished here in our lake after almost half an hour of us doing this tedious stuff out here. She went to check on the kids, and I suppose there is some fuss going on that needs our special attention… as parents. “Bradley? Preston? Get in her
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*Pryce Winsley’s POV*---“Oh, bloody hell! Why are you both seeming like you’ve been from a war?”“What happened to you?”“Are you okay?”Our human friends greeted us as they all stood up from the couch while worry and panic were written clearly on their faces.Did they have a sleepover here and are waiting for us? But I feel so happy to know they are okay.“Well, we have actually been from a war… With monsters, ladies. Mhmm. Lots of monsters.” Blair answered them, wearing her usual big smile, and they all looked at us from head to toe and front to back. Then Andrea looked closely
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---“What’s the matter, Blair?” Pryce asked me, and I just showed her a sheepish smile.“Ugh, don’t bother telling me. I know you don't know how to do such a spell. Thankfully, we have you witch queen mother here to help us.” She sighed in a bit of frustration, and we both teleported to where my mom was to ask for help.We saw how the Queen of the Nwitches and the Vampire King fought the dominating hybrid challenger, and we took my mother’s attention to share our plan with her.She came closer to us, asking if we were okay. Then I let her read my mind to tell her what we wanted her to do secretly, and she nodded her head.
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “Did you kill them all that quick, Mom?” I asked my mother in shock as I saw that not a single creature around us was on their feet. The Queen of the Northern Witches turned to me, making me flinch when I saw her eyes were black. And she seemed to be murmuring something. Hold on… what in the heck happened to her? Is she okay? Or did she do some epic magic that caused the enemies to fall to the ground in an instant? Her eyes slowly came back to their blue color, and I presume she’s in herself now. “Claude, dear, are you okay? I saw what happened to you here from Pryce’s mind. She went to us just a while ago, and we were so worried. Are you
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh’s POV* --- “No! You cannot do this to me! You are going to pay---” Hera screamed in anger when her energy ball attack bounced back onto her, making her kneel when she was hit on her belly, but I cut her off, saying, “Hold up, Old Lady. Who’s the bad guy here? I don’t remember being kidnapped, tortured, and threatened with death was a bad deed. I mean… We were your victims. You should be the one paying the price you cost us.” I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood three meters close to where she was, imprisoned by the circle of salt, and she tried to send another attack by making a rock fly to my face, but it just shattered the moment it touched the boundary. “You killed my family! You took everything from me!” She belted and made some roots of the pla
*Blair Claudette Cavanaugh's POV*---"What now, Princess? It's so sad to witness you being unable to do anything to save yourself. Don't worry. Damien will spare your life for last." The ugly witch taunted me, and I just laughed maniacally at her.Who the fudge is she kidding?"Oh, wow! Thank you. That's so sweet of you to worry about me. Truly! Now, should I begin to kneel, beg, and worship the king? Oh, I forgot, I cannot kneel. Why? Because my knees were under the ground already. Very funny! I'm on my knees! It's so funny. My veins could pop by laughing my ass off. Haha! Pathetic." I replied with the highest sarcasm I could offer her, and I saw how her left eye twitched in annoyance because, of course, she was not impressed.The
*Pryce Winsley’s POV* --- “Oh, My Holy Sheemiyow! Who the---? Prycie? Is that you? Is that? Oh, gosh! Does this blood on the floor belong to you? What the bloody hell happened to you?” I heard my best friend’s panicking voice booming as she had just walked in the kitchen, and I turned my back from her, putting the frozen chunks of meat in my hold on the countertop. Then I shifted into my human-vampire form to talk to her properly. I winced in pain as I could still feel pang from my partly healed wound. “What in the world is happening? Why do you have all this blood on the floor? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened? Let me see it!” She asked again, her eyes wide in surprise while looking at my torn gold armor