ETHAN
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a huge water tank, and water was rushing in from two holes. As it stood, it was already up to my knees."What are you doing?" I yelled out, screaming at the top of my voice. "Let me out. What's this about?"When Mrs Conan spoke, her voice was calm and gentle, her word spoken without haste, as though nothing was wrong. "Ethan, I'm not going to repeat myself, so don't bother wasting your time shouting. No one lives around here and you know it. If you want to get out, well, no one's stopping you."What the heck was wrong with this woman?"Mrs Conan, I can't transport myself out of here. I believe I told you this already. Please let me out."She didn't say anything. Not even a goddamn word.I kept screaming, at least, while I could because the water was already above my waistline. I kept shouting, banging and banging, but she didn't come to help.ADAI think I've got it now. I think I understood why Mum told me that werewolves found the forest as a home. There was this peace and quiet that I got here, nothing else quite provided. "You know you're quite lucky, don't you?" Tyler said to me, speedily climbing up a tree, sitting comfortably on one of its big branches. Seeing him gesture for me to join, I ran up the tree, my immense speed and agility allowed me to climb really fast. As I drew closer to him, I questioned, "How so?"He pushed my hair behind my ear so it wouldn't cover my face. "Other werewolves go through serious pain when changing, and they have to change once a month unless they can't stay in their human form. But us Green Eyes, we're super lucky, aren't we?"I shook my head, making a funny face at him. "The one time I changed, well, let's just say I didn't feel very lucky. Tyler, it hurt like hell.""That's because
ETHAN****Three Weeks Later****Today was the day.It has been months and months of craziness. Ever since Ms Granger sent me to give Tyler that gift, my life has turned upside down. I mean, I have met great people but I wouldn't have minded meeting them under different circumstances.But, at least, it was all going to end now. Pascelina, as crazy as that hag was, had somehow made us believe that it wasn't such a ridiculous idea to go against Acelia. There were thousands and thousands of werewolves who would go against Acelia today. Pascelina had got weapon spelled by a witch that worked with the werewolves. Even more impressive, the witch has tracked Acelia to be deep in a forest a few kilometres from her.If everything went well, Acelia would die tonight, and if we were lucky, we would take down Alex, if he was with her.Now, all we had to do was take our weapons and go after her.Damn. I couldn't imagine actually being free of Acelia and th
TYLER “Man, just apologise,” said Johnny, crouching beside me on the porch. “Enid is a girl… they bitch all the time. It's their thing.”I took the cold beer from his hands. “I’m certain that's a sexist thing to say.”“All hail thee. All thine knowledge of equality and you still can't stay with a girl for more than a month.” He took the beer back from me. “Man, I don't know. You probably need therapy or some shit like that.”You know what was funny? While no one could notice, I was fucking boiling inside as Johnny said all this. No, I wasn't pissed off… I could take a joke. What infuriated me wasn't what Johnny said to me. Come on. We had been friends since we were kids. We did everything together. It wasn't that. What hurt me was that he was speaking the truth. Before I got with Enid, I dated Laurel. Before Laurel, I dated another girl who happened to be named Laurel too. Before the first Laurel, I had a thing with a girl called Windinya… and yes, that was her name. Before Windiya,
ADAAlex said he loved me last night. It wasn't the first time he said it but something about the way he said it last night hit differently. He looked into my eyes, his hands dug deep in his pocket, as he said the three words people seemed to find magical. “I love you,” he said last night. “I have never said this to anyone before. Look, I know people see me as a fuck boy or whatever, but I would like… I would hope that you see me differently. I love you and I'm not saying it for you to say it back. I just wanted you to know that I love you.”I didn't say anything to him. But, really, was there anything to say? I mean, I did fancy him. Love? Man, I don't know. Right now, we were at my parents' house. We came to stay for the weekend because they asked me to. Alex was a colleague at my workplace and we kinda had a thing for each other. We had worked together for almost a year before we started fucking and almost another year before it became official and not just a let's-fuck-in-my-apa
TYLERMy mother died while giving birth to me. The doctors managed to save me but my mother wasn't as fortunate. My grandparents told me that my parents had been super excited when my Mum took in. Grandma said it was all they ever spoke about. They even threw parties to celebrate their unborn child. Little did they know that my birth would end both of their lives. My Dad lived much longer. He kept his distance from me and never really communicated. After Mum died, I guess he gave up on life too. A part of me always knew that he hated me. He never said anything but I knew he blamed me for her death. To him the math was quite simple; I came into the world and the love of his life left. He died a week after my thirteenth birthday. From what I heard, he shot himself in the mouth with a silver bullet.Apart from my grandparents, Darrel was one of the people I looked up to when I was little. Darrel Walters was eighty-nine years old. Three years older than my grandfather, making Darrel the
ETHANThere was nothing quite as satisfying as reading a good book. As a kid, I would tell my friends this and they laughed at me. Most of the friends I kept didn't read much beyond comments and posts on social media. For me, books were everything. I guessed that was why I had this big goofy smile on my face as I stared at one kid's storybook my mother used to read to me when I was younger. My mother used to say I was very strong. She would say this with this big, bright smile on her face. I didn't believe her then— I mean, that's what parents do, right? But as the years went by, I came to learn that she was right after all. I was strong. My time in high school taught me that I was much stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. All these and more made schooling very difficult for me. Believe me when I tell you that my last year in high school wasn't anything to write home about. It was just one thing after the other. Just before I started high school, my father, who was a black m
ADA It has been a while since I had that awkward meeting with my parents. By ‘a while', I meant a few hours. As much as I wanted to believe that they had lost it, the look I remember seeing in their eyes told me they weren't joking. And that shook me to the core of my being. Right now, I was with Alex in the garden. Without any warning, he pushed me, his hands pinning mine against the wall. He brought my hands to feel his hardness and held them as I felt the tender pulsation. “Do you want it?” He asked but pushed his lips against mine before I could answer. I got him away from me with a gentle push. “We had sex just before I spoke with my parents. Remember?”“With you, I'm hardly ever not in the mood. Seeing you alone turns me on in ways words couldn't ever do justice in explaining, you know.” He pushed some strands of my hair back and placed them carefully behind my ear. “You are beautiful, Ada. I could sing it to you now if you want me to.”I poked his nose with my finger. “Wel
TYLER You know what? I understood why Grandma was scared. This was hella scary. Even though we had a plan that promised to make everything alright-ish, there was still this fear that everything could go wrong. There was still a possibility that everything would go sideways. I hated that feeling. Now it began to feel like air was too hard to draw in whenever I thought about the whole thing. I remembered those days in school when I had to act strong even though I was always scared that I would mess up and the world would know about werewolves and it would be my fault. Well, this felt like that all over again, only that it was worse now. “Damn it,” I muttered as I found my hands shaking as they laid on my thighs. “This has to work out well. It just has to.“Grandma was right to be scared. One moment, my biggest problem was my love life, the next moment; I was worrying about keeping the werewolf race alive. I couldn't rationalise staying calm when I knew that there were twenty Xirays o
ETHAN****Three Weeks Later****Today was the day.It has been months and months of craziness. Ever since Ms Granger sent me to give Tyler that gift, my life has turned upside down. I mean, I have met great people but I wouldn't have minded meeting them under different circumstances.But, at least, it was all going to end now. Pascelina, as crazy as that hag was, had somehow made us believe that it wasn't such a ridiculous idea to go against Acelia. There were thousands and thousands of werewolves who would go against Acelia today. Pascelina had got weapon spelled by a witch that worked with the werewolves. Even more impressive, the witch has tracked Acelia to be deep in a forest a few kilometres from her.If everything went well, Acelia would die tonight, and if we were lucky, we would take down Alex, if he was with her.Now, all we had to do was take our weapons and go after her.Damn. I couldn't imagine actually being free of Acelia and th
ADAI think I've got it now. I think I understood why Mum told me that werewolves found the forest as a home. There was this peace and quiet that I got here, nothing else quite provided. "You know you're quite lucky, don't you?" Tyler said to me, speedily climbing up a tree, sitting comfortably on one of its big branches. Seeing him gesture for me to join, I ran up the tree, my immense speed and agility allowed me to climb really fast. As I drew closer to him, I questioned, "How so?"He pushed my hair behind my ear so it wouldn't cover my face. "Other werewolves go through serious pain when changing, and they have to change once a month unless they can't stay in their human form. But us Green Eyes, we're super lucky, aren't we?"I shook my head, making a funny face at him. "The one time I changed, well, let's just say I didn't feel very lucky. Tyler, it hurt like hell.""That's because
ETHANWhen I regained consciousness, I found myself in a huge water tank, and water was rushing in from two holes. As it stood, it was already up to my knees. "What are you doing?" I yelled out, screaming at the top of my voice. "Let me out. What's this about?"When Mrs Conan spoke, her voice was calm and gentle, her word spoken without haste, as though nothing was wrong. "Ethan, I'm not going to repeat myself, so don't bother wasting your time shouting. No one lives around here and you know it. If you want to get out, well, no one's stopping you."What the heck was wrong with this woman?"Mrs Conan, I can't transport myself out of here. I believe I told you this already. Please let me out."She didn't say anything. Not even a goddamn word.I kept screaming, at least, while I could because the water was already above my waistline. I kept shouting, banging and banging, but she didn't come to help.
ETHANThe day started well.And that made me feel really good because yesterday wasn't the best of days. Mrs Conan, being of the opinion that I might have to save all of us if Acelia proves to be too strong for us. Now, this didn't only make me so nervous because I didn't want to have that on my shoulders. Traveller or whatnot, I just wanted all this behind me.The good part was that she told me that there was no need to tell anyone about it so they wouldn't depend on me if things don't go well."Good morning," I muttered, joining Mum and Brent in the living room as they watched one of our favourite shows. "I see you both are watching it without me.""You know you sleep deeper than some bears," Mum quipped, her gaze still on the screen. "There is never any point to try waking you up."Brent drew closer to me, he and Mum exchanging glances before he spoke. "Uh… Ethan, I would like to take you somewhere next week.
ADA I had changed. I knew it and, if I was being honest, I didn't care. Right now, I was standing at the train station waiting for my parents to arrive. I just knew that they would have long faces when I saw them. You see, yesterday I told them about Pascelina’s decision. And like every person with a healthy cerebrum, they were utterly shaken and scared. Also, they thought Pascelina was ‘a stupid, conceited bitch.' Dad's words, not mine, though I couldn't agree more. Regardless of what they felt, for reasons I could never comprehend, the majority of werewolves worldwide were supportive of Pascelina's decision, even to the point that nearly every bloody werewolf in the world was going to join her. She told us to give her some weeks so she could track down every werewolf— or at least try— and make them support her ludicrous decision. The support she has gotten so far from the werewolf community made me begin to wonder if most of these werewolves had the brain of a dog because they
ETHANAfter the long exhausting monologue Pascelina gave— apart from the chanting dunces she brought with her— no one was happy. And we were quite exhausted. And quite broken. Don't get it wrong— we didn't have a plan. I mean, we did, but it was a bloody crazy one, but at least, it wasn't stupid and suicidal. Now, despite it being all my life has been about for months now, I couldn't say I was an expert in the supernatural business. Hell, I didn't even understand my own powers, but even I knew it was unimaginably stupid to fight someone who had conquered death.“This is just a mess,” Ada let out, frowning. “This old woman really believes we will take down Acelia by crowding her.”“She did talk about some weapons some witch would make for them,” I said, shrugging. “Who knows? Perhaps it might all work out.”Ada exhaled noisily before she spoke. “True, but I highly doubt it would be because of some fancy weapon they get from any witch. I mean, if this could be done, why hasn't she bee
TYLERIt is very hard to see someone take a bold but stupid step. It's even worse when such decisions affect you too.I knew people like Pascelina; tough as a nail but have minds that are so narrow they fail to see anything other than what they think is right.As of now, she was talking about how we would fight Acelia. How we would show them what we are made of.My goodness. This woman was leading us to our bloody deaths and they were all cheering for her as though she was some bloody hero."As some of you may already know, we have a witch of our own," Pascelina shouted out, her frail voice echoing in the forest. "This witch will help us create weapons that will aid us in winning this battle. But don't get it twisted, we are the ones doing the fighting. The gun doesn't win the battle; men do that." She took a pause, looking around her, pride brimming in her whole being. "The werewolf is the embodiment of utter impeccability. From the way we change, to our abilities, to our strengths—
ADA"When they said some people were coming to speak to us, I wasn't thinking fifty bloody werewolves," Ethan whispered to me, looking at the werewolves that had come to speak with us."Sixty-three, to be precise," I replied, leaning onto Ethan's arm for support.It was beyond comprehension why they insisted on gathering us in the middle of the woods. Absolutely bonkers, if you ask me."We have convened in this untamed wilderness for a reason," declared an old woman, her voice booming across the clearing. "Now that we are all present, it is time to commence this meeting."Apart from the old woman, who appeared to be the oldest werewolf, there were about eight other elderly ones; the rest were younger adults, mostly men, all appearing to be under the age of thirty-five.Darrel joined the woman in the middle of the circle we had now formed. "This woman here," he said, pointing to Clara, "and this young man," he let out, now pointing to me, "are the only ones amongst us who aren't werewo
ADABefore noon tomorrow, we would know what our fates will be. Of course, none of us have hopes high because we knew one thing quite well— the other werewolves will want to take matters into their own hands. Besides, how successful have we been? How close were we in finding a solution to the threat against our existence?But deep down in each and every one of us, we were aware that our way was the most effective in putting an end to whatever Acelia has planned for us. The predicament we faced was how to convey this to the others."Ada, did you reach out to Ethan?" Mrs. Conan enquired. "It's important that he arrives early because Clara seems to have more trust in him than in the rest of us.""Yes, I did," I assured her, settling into the brown rocking chair on the porch. "Please, don't concern yourself about it. He will definitely be there on time. He knows just how important this is."Tyler sat in silence just before me and I noticed he was quite at unease. "Tyler, spit it out," Mr