The next day, they had school which Claude found ironic considering the fact that they had just had a graduation trip. Like, shouldn’t they be done with everything already? She thought with a groan as she prepared for school that morning.She made sure to go down in time for breakfast though, helping herself to two times what she would normally eat. Yesterday, after Shawn’s image disappeared, she had spent goddess knows how long sobbing before finally picking herself up and making her way back to the pack house. Even in death Shawn still cared for her (if she wasn’t hallucinating the entire thing, that is).When she got back it was 7:35pm and she had successfully missed breakfast. Going to bed hungry had not been a fun experience at all. She would have snuck down to the kitchen to snag one or two from the fridge but she had been caught once and since then, she had been too scared to attempt it again.Claude groaned when she passed by a couple of boys and caught a whiff of a mix of int
When Claude heard that it was Eric that scored the winning goal she ran into the field in her excitement and went to hug him. He happily returned the hug but as they pulled apart, his hand grazed the book which was still in her hands and what felt like a jolt of electricity went through her. They jumped apart and she nearly even dropped the book. One glance at Eric told her that he had felt him look and he raised his brow in confusion. Claude shrugged, “I don’t know what the hell that was.” She said before turning away and speedwalking out of there. The book was still pulsing in her hands and Claude knew that something was definitely up with it. Escaping to the girls’ bathroom, she found a stall and flipped open the book. Although Claude was the one opening the book, it was almost like the book was opening itself as the pages fluttered until a page was left in front of her and Claude gasped at the sight of actual words on the book for the first time. Placing her finger on the page t
Claude and Nuella were dancing wildly to the beat of the music, lost in the moment. Claude was leading the dance and twirling Nuella around the floor. They were having so much fun, they didn't notice the man standing in the shadows watching them.As they danced, Claude glanced over Nuella's shoulder and saw him. Vladimir. The man who had been trying to kill her for while. Claude froze, her eyes locked on the man in the shadows.Suddenly, she grabbed Nuella's hand and dragged her off the dance floor. Nuella stumbled behind her, confused and disoriented. They ran through the crowd, dodging people left and right, as Claude tried to get away from Vladimir.Nuella yelled at Claude to stop, asking why she was in such a rush all of a sudden. Claude turned around and pointed behind her, seeing Vladimir step out of the shadows and smile at her. Nuella looked behind her but saw nothing. She turned back to Claude, puzzled."What exactly is scaring you?" Nuella asked.Claude replied, "Him. Vladim
Claude had not thought about it before but once she did she couldn’t stop worrying that Nuella’s mom would call her mom to confirm if they were really at her place. She hadn’t really looked too convinced back there and she had really hated lying to her.Well a lie was the only way to go about it right now and on that thought she brought out her phone and texted her mom that she and Nuella would stay at the pack house for a bit more. The book was at her room back at home since she didn’t think it was safe enough to keep it at the pack house.Not like all that really mattered now anyway, since she had to give it to Vladimir to save her friend now. Her phone dinged and she saw that it was her mom replying her text with a ‘Okay, you girls stay safe’. Now, the only way to go to her house was to sneak in through her window considering that her mom already thought she was at the pack house. She wasn’t much of the sneaky type so she didn’t have much experience with sneaking in or out even he
“I’ll get you out of here. I promise.” I said to Nuella who just shook her head.“How do you know him Claude? Why do you know someone that wants to kill you?” “I don’t-”“This is the second witch that wants to kill you, Claude. Most people don’t even know they exist!”“I know how it looks Nuella but I swear, I did nothing! Look, I’m sorry okay? I will get you out of here and…” Her voice cracked, “I know you don’t deserve the things you go through because of me.” She burst out placing her face in her hands as she burst into tears again.“Oh come on, Claude. Don’t cry! Look, I’m just confused. There has to be a reason and knowing what that reason is might help us out of this. We need to know what makes you so special to them.” She explained. Claude nodded, wiping her face deciding that she needed to get over herself and think. Getting emotional over nothing won’t get them out of this place, or at least get Nuella out of this place. A plan was what they needed.“I can’t believe I’m the
For the second time that day Claude was rousing from a blackout. Or at least, she thought it was that same day. Her senses awoke before her body and her nose was assaulted by an intense incense smell. She couldn’t quite place it but if there was any thing that was going to make her open her tired eyes, it was that. It was quite intrusive.Immediately her eyes fell open, she was immediately flanked by her sides. Her eyes had not even had enough time to take in her environment and when the blurriness finally cleared she finds out that it’s Denver and her mom. Denver was on one side and her mom at the other. Her dad was in the room as well, perched at the wall with his arms folded.Denver lifted her hand and placed a kiss to the back of it, “I’ve been so worried Claude. We’ve all been so worried.”“Yes.” Her dad concurred, his voice low and Claude thought he even sounded a bit angry, “We’ve all been so worried.”“H-how is Nuella?” Claude asked the first thing that came to mind, her throa
On her dad’s request, Claude spent the next hour on the balcony with her dad, relating the entire ordeal to him. This time her mom didn’t protest because they all knew it was necessary. Her father’s men were out there looking for the dangerous criminal that was Vladimir and anything she had to say may prove useful. Claude reached for another piece of the amazing butter cookies her mom had baked. “Dad, I think you guys should just stop looking for Vladimir.” He frowned and narrowed his eyes, “What? Why? What do you mean?” She sighed, “Dad, Vladimir stood behind me when Denver came into my room in the pack house and Denver did not know. Why? He had turned himself invisible! And now that I think about it, there probably is a spell to mask scent as well because that should’ve given him a way when he carried me and basically walked passed the entire of Denver’s pack members and nobody could sense a thing.” The alpha was massaging his temples before he knew it, “He turned you invisible.”
The next morning, Claude woke up early even though she could’ve slept in. She wished she had slept longer but since her body decided to get up at this time, so be it. She made her bed and took a shower before leaving her room to the kitchen where her parents would no doubt be.“Morning mom, dad.” She greeted chirpily, determined to give off the vibe that she was fine and no longer needed to be watched as though she was going to evaporate right in front of them. At the thought she supposed she would not be able to get rid of their watchful eyes what with a witch out for her life on the loose but she was sure her emotional state seemed fragile to them.She didn’t like that.They seemed to pity her immensely about what happened with Denver. She didn’t think she took it quite as serious as her parents did. Did one really need a mate? Was it that sad that she did not have one? But even as she asked herself those questions, she knew the answer. She knew the answer in the way Denver’s image