MIRANDA'S POV
I HATE NIGEL VANDERWOLF. “I hate him! I hate him! I. Freaking. Hate. Him!" I shrieked in frustration. There was no time for me to make it back home so I could change into some dry clothes. I had a calculus test that I could not be late for. I needed to maintain my 4.4 GPA. I suppose I just had to show up at school looking like a scrawny wet cat. I was drenched from head to toe, even my book bag was wet and my boots made squishy sounds whenever I made a step. I told myself that no one would notice me, but who was I kidding? As soon as I stepped on the campus ground all eyes were on me.“Did she fucking swim here?” An emo girl muttered to her friend. They chortled, generating more indecent remarks about me. I felt ashamed and ridiculous. At least at my last school, I was usually invisible. Here, I was like a zoo animal on display.“Who dressed her, her grandma?” A muscular fellow with jetblack hair laughed. “Go back to the 1950s, nerd.” I held my head down when he said that. I wasn’t looking where I was going so my frame collided with another burly guy, and I stumbled backward, my legs parted showing everyone my privates when I struck the ground. I banged my head hard. My vision grew hazy and I checked my skull with my hand to see if I was bleeding. I blew out a breath when I noticed I wasn't hurt. The burly guy laughed as he walked away.“Move outta my way, geek.” A boy with a motorcycle helmet grunted before stepping over my sprawled body.“Are those granny panties?” Someone asked, and instantly a chorus of cackles could be heard all around me. This was just not my day, month, or year. These students were ruthless bullies. They made the bully at my previous school seemed like a saint. This past year had been torture. Everyday I dreaded coming to this place. I'd been verbally, emotionally and now physically abused. Plus everytime I tried to tell my parents about it, they thought I was making excuses because I wanted to move back to California. Just one more year, I told myself. Just one more year and I would rid myself of this dump of a town.I hastened to the office to see if I could find something to wear from lost and found. The slender woman looked at me with scorn when I entered the room.“Good morning, do you think I could get a change of outfit from the lost and found pile?” I glanced at the name on her desk: Hailey Furball. Such a unique surname.The woman squinted at me, then she replied. “Yeah, sure, because that outfit ain't doing nothing for your figure.” I skimmed down at my outfit. I thought I looked well put together, plus ruffles were making a comeback. Miss Furball got up from her armchair and handed me a big box. “Here, see if you can find something to your liking in this." She gave me another once-over. “I highly doubt it, though.”“Thank you, Miss Furball,” I acknowledged before walking to the girls’ changing room with the box in my hands. I was relieved that most of the students were still out on the lawn enjoying themselves before the first bell rang.I locked the door of the changing room behind me then I dug into the pile of garments, which mostly consisted of male clothes. I found a red sweater and a black joggers pants. I pulled them on and my body was swallowed up by how huge they were.I knew I looked like a little boy plus my nose didn't appreciate the odd stench that came with the outfit. It reeked of pine trees and wet dog. Anyway, I returned the box to Miss Furball and headed for my locker. My feet hit the brakes when I saw nasty Nigel and Velma Silver at my locker. Velma leaned in to kiss him, and he used his hand to stop her mouth from touching his.“Woah, woah! Easy there, tiger. People are looking," he let out while he checked the area to make sure no one was watching them.“Come on, no one's looking, just one kiss," she begged.“OK, just a small one.” He gripped a chunk of her ass while he sucked on her face. I gagged when I heard them moaning too loudly for individuals not performing the deed. I cleared my throat, and he pulled away from her before he looked at me. Velma followed his movements and glowered when her views found me.“Nice sweater," she commented, grinning like a clown.“Thank you.” I rolled my eyes. Out of everyone at this school, Velma had been the hardest on me and I didn't know why.“I was being sarcastic,” she flipped her perfect black hair.“OK,” I rolled my eyes.She continued staring at me. “Why are you still standing here, loser?”“I need to get inside my locker," I pointed behind them.“Oh, my bad," Nigel sneered. “And sorry about this morning. That puddle just seemed to appear out of nowhere."I was just so tired of everybody insulting me, I sort of snapped. “It's OK, no need to apologize.”“See Velma, I told you she wasn't all that bad for a freak," Nigel laughed. I walked to my locker with both of them standing on either sides.“She's still a sore loser, though," Velma joined in on the laughter.“Go ahead, and enjoy it while it lasts," I told them.“What are you talking about?” He asked.“This," I gestured to the school. “I may be a geek who is at the bottom of the food chain in this jungle known as high school. But this, this is as good as it gets for bullies like you, Nigel. You are the most popular guy in school with the hottest cheerleader on your arm —"“Head cheerleader," Velma corrected, and I ignored her. But Nigel seemed to have been listening to me keenly.“Life is great for you right now. You're so busy bullying geeks and nerds like me you forget what high school is about. So while I have an almost perfect GPA, your test scores are crap, am I correct?" I smirked.“What's your point?” He pressed me to continue.“My point is after high school is over, we the nerds will probably go on to become successful and famous and dumb jocks like you will have a beer belly and a bald spot before you hit your 30s. I'm going to even throw in a couple of child support cases, since your daddy's money will be like bait to the type of women you go for. Easy!" I looked over to Velma when I said the last part. I saw the fire in her eyes and I got scared.“Watch it! You know nothing about me," Nigel growled. I locked eyes with him and he was pissed. He stalked up to me and I backed up against the wall. A gasp left my lips when I felt him grab my upper arm, squeezing it roughly. My eyes welled with tears. “Remember whose house you're staying at next time you feel like talking to me like that." His pupils were swirling like molten caramel. “You don't want to fuck with me!” He shoved me hard against the locker, rattling the metal.“Nigel, your eyes!" Velma whooped. Nigel closed his eyes and turned his head away from me. “Let's get outta here.”Velma took him by the arm and led him away. I released the breath I was holding. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I rested my forehead against the locker door and sobbed. What the hell just happened?*******The calculus test was a breeze. I knew I scored at least an A. My next class was History, my favourite subject next to English Lit. Our teacher Mrs. King was the nicest. They offered her a job here just like my mother, so she moved from Florida to teach at this stupid school. I wondered where they got the money to be bribing educators to leave civilized places to come to this backwood place.“Good morning, Miss Whitmore," Mrs. King greeted me. “Take a seat. Class is about to begin." I was one of the last students to enter the classroom, so most of the seats were already taken. “Hurry, Miss Whitmore."“Sorry, Mrs. King, I just need to find an empty seat.”“How about that one right there," she pointed all the way to the back. My tummy sank when I saw who was sitting next to the seat Mrs. King pointed at. “You can take that vacant seat beside Mr. Vanderwolf.”I clutched my backpack and slowly made my course down the aisle. My heart sped up, remembering our encounter this morning. Valko stretched his foot out and my feet caught his ankle, and I tripped then went sailing to the ground. My books and phone spilled over the floor. The class erupted in laughter.“What a clumsy little thing,” Valko mumbled.“Mr. Silver, go to the principal's office now," Mrs. King barked.“Oh man!” Valko whined as he threw his bag over his shoulder and exited the classroom.“Miss Whitmore," Mrs. King ran over to me. “Are you OK?”“Yes, I'm fine, Mrs. King,” I said even though My limbs were burning.“Are you sure? I can give you a pass to see the nurse."“Really, I'm fine," I convinced her. She helped me up and steered me to my seat.When I was seated, Nigel handed me my books and cellphone. “Here you go," he beamed. “I hope you didn't hurt yourself.”“Thank you," I smiled back. He could be nice when he wanted to. I settled in my seat and focused on the lesson.Suddenly, a message sounded on my phone. It was strange, I thought I turned my phone on mute.“Whose phone is that?” Mrs. King asked.“Sorry. I'll put it on silent,” I gulped.I plucked my phone from my pocket and another message came in. It was from an unknown number.“Miss Whitmore. Turn that off right now."“OK, Mrs. King.” Another message came in, so I clicked it open. It was some kind of internet link. I pressed on it and my heart almost exploded.“OH BABY YES! HARDER BABY!" A white man appeared on the screen wearing nothing but a brown leather belt and a cowboy hat. “RIDE THIS COWBOY, YOU DIRTY BITCH!”“Miss Whitmore!” Mrs. King yelled.“I'm sorry. I don't know how this happened," I tried to explain while my fingers moved furiously trying to shut down the page. The students were having a field day with this. “CHOKE ME WITH THAT BIG COCK OF YOURS," The girl with the fake boobs commanded as she went on her knees, sticking her tongue out.“I didn't know you were into this kinky shit, Prissy Pants,” Nigel whispered. I looked at him and saw his phone in his hands. He must have somehow got my number when he picked up my phone earlier. This only made me regret not having a passcode to open my phone.“That's it, Miss Whitmore. See you in detention after school."“But," I whined, finally closing the page.“No buts, Miss Whitmore,” Mrs. King yelled.“This is his fault," I ratted out Nigel. In my seventeen years of existing on this earth, I had never gotten in trouble at school before.“So it is my fault you're a porn addict," he snorted.“This is not funny!”“But it is," he lamented. “So, do you imagine you are the one riding that cowboy?”The class howled.“You are such an A-hole," I grimaced.“Stop it, both of you," Mrs. King warned.“And it's asshole, you pencil neck freak. You can't even swear properly."“That's it, Mr. Vanderwolf. I'll see you in detention, too," Mrs. King declared. “And one more peep out of you two, and you'll be banned from coming on the school field trip this Thursday.”I kept my mouth shut and my head down for the rest of the class.NIGEL'S POV Velma kept kissing on my neck while we walked to the library where detention was being held. I was so pissed that I had to spend my evening with that annoying princess. Father would not like me being late for yet another sparring session. “Velma, quit it,” I nudged her off. My skin was all clammy and sticky from her saliva. I used the back of my palm to dry my neck. “Remember the Wolfout Ball is in three and a half months and I want to make sure we coordinate. I was thinking you can do a black and white tux — you know, like a James Bond kinda vibes and I could wear a black dress with a plunging neckline.” “Sounds good.” “But don't overdo it. I don't want you to take away the attention from me,” she giggled. “See you when you get home.” ******** I strolled into the library, where Mrs. King was bent over a desk, scribbling away in a notebook. The virgin girl was resting against the wall in front of our History teacher. She looked like a lost puppy in that baggy red sw
THIRD PERSON POVIt pissed Alpha Nolan off that his son had missed their one-on-one sparring session. He had to take his wolf, Titan, on a run for him to cool off. His Luna, Peaches, tried to calm him down with her touch, but he was never in the mood for her comfort. No matter how the Luna tried she just couldn’t get any affection from her husband. Alpha Nolan got back from his run and his son still wasn't home. He strolled on out to the balcony that overlooked his packyard fuming, thinking of ways to punish the boy when he noticed his son's car driving up from the gates. The Alpha's frustration grew even more when he realized the vehicle parked in front of the guest house instead of the pack-mansion. "This is quite an interesting turn of events," his wolf Titan mumbled. They watched the two teenagers interact, and the Alpha caught on quickly. His son had never shown any other female this much attention before. Not even Velma who he knew his son was fucking. His wrath turned his eyes
MIRANDA'S POVThe sound of my alarm crowed like an early morning rooster. I should have got rid of this ugly clock a long time ago, but It was a gift from my best friend, Clarke. She had a wild sense of humour, plus she had a very peculiar obsession with chickens. I reached my hand out, smacking the clock to get it to turn off. Soon, the silence was deafening. I twisted out of bed with the blankets knotted around my body, causing me to stumble on the floor. In frustration, I untangled the sheets from my limbs and threw them on the bed. I woke up early today so I could get ready for my class field trip. Mrs. King was taking us to the Cresttooth Bridge, which was said to be one of the oldest pieces of landmark in the town.A gentle knock came on my door, then it pushed open. The well-groomed bob hairstyle of my mother appeared into view, followed by her tight smile. "Good, you're up," she greeted. "Just wanted to let you know breakfast will be ready shortly, so hurry and get dressed and
NIGEL'S POV The girl's screams could be heard from outta space. Her wails vibrated off the trees above, disturbing the blackbirds from their nests. The winged creatures flew off in scores, squawking and flapping their wings as they drifted across the sky. My wolf was agitated, on the defence. My eyes were widened in unsurity as my heart raced away behind my rib cage. "Oh no, Shelly-Ann," Mrs. King muttered. Of course, her name had to be Shelly-Ann. The stubborn human girl who preferred to pee out in the middle of nowhere instead of in the safety of the bus. It wasn't clear to me why humans found it such a big deal to go in front of others. It was a natural thing. I barely got a chance to blink before Prissy Pants shoved me out of the way, catching me off guard, then running off in the direction of the screams. "Miranda! Where are you —" I fumed. It was no use. The stupid girl galloped away, ignoring my words. The girl screamed again. This time, Mrs. King clutched the necklace wit
MIRANDA'S POV Lazarus kissed both my palms before he escorted me to the bus. He was an excellent mechanic. He had all the tools one would need for a vehicular emergency. With the help of some of the other guys, they got the bus out of the mud easily. The masculinity and testosterone were strong in the air. “So, Miranda, can I see you again?” Lazarus proposed. “Hurry, we gotta go.” I heard Nigel scream from his seat. “Yes, you can stop by to visit me anytime you want.” “Is that an invitation inside your home?” He sought, wiggling his eyebrows, being silly. “How about you come over for dinner sometime? Here’s my address,” I wrote it on his palm with my pen. “My mother is a superb cook.” “OK, it's a date then.” I blushed. This guy was one of the hottest guys I'd ever met, and he was interested in me. “Umm, do you have a cellphone? I could give you my number.” “No, I don't. Phones aren't relevant in these parts,” he chuckled. “But there’s a pay phone nearby. I will use it to call
THIRD-PERSON POVIn synchrony, their lips moved against each other, tasting and teasing, rattling the horny teenage hormones within them. Miranda's heart was beating so ferociously she could only take little sips of breath. Nigel's hands locked tighter around her waist, drawing her in closer to his body, while he pressed himself into her. The kiss surprised him and yet felt as familiar as if they'd kissed a thousand times before. Reason filtered through his mind gradually, but when it made itself known, he remembered he shouldn't be doing this. Miranda was human, and he was a werewolf. Affairs like this were forbidden, but why couldn't he stop kissing her? He pondered."You have to stop," Taurus indicated. Something in his wolf changed too as soon as Miranda's mouth touched Nigel's. "This is wrong.""Then why does it feel so right?" Nigel argued back through the link. Miranda’s tiny frame fit perfectly in his arms and the electricity produced from their clothes rubbing together cause
MIRANDA'S POV "Absolutely not! I don't even know if you can drive!" Nigel roared, and then he laughed like he was at a comedy show. "Of course I can. What makes you think I can't drive?" I was annoyed at Nigel, plus angry with my parents for having me begging for rides like a dog. I was more than capable of driving myself around, but my mother just had to study the statistics of crashes involving teenage drivers. Apparently, the death rate was high and that freaked her out. "You ever heard of a virgin who can drive? I don't think so." He opened the passenger door for me. "Get in. I'm hungry and today is steak night." I gagged. I found people who ate animals disgusting. "Why that face, Prissy Pants?" "I'm a vegetarian,” I deadpanned. "Damn! No wonder you're miserable; you don't have a car, you don't eat meat and you're a virgin. Shit! Your life's so sad," he mocked. "Just go Nigel,” I rolled my eyes. "OK. You're so bossy. I think from now on I'm gonna call you Miss Bossy Pants
MIRANDA'S POV I woke up at the crack of dawn, and not because I was an early riser, but because of the icy wind that was creeping through my open window. I still hadn't returned the satellite phone to Nigel because he wasn't in school yesterday. Anyway, I took advantage of the situation and spent almost all night on the phone with Roger and Clarke. My head regretted that decision. I groaned as I gradually rose from the bed. A buzzing pain drilled into the sides of my skull and my eyes felt like they were getting pressed into my skull. It was so bad I just wanted to chop my head off. With my feet dragging over the floor, I made it to the window. I reached my hand out, and before I could shut it, a flickering white light greeted me. “Gosh, that's bright,” I said, my parched throat making my voice sound like I had sandpaper for vocal cords. I immediately closed my eyes; the light wasn't blindingly bright, but they caused my head and eyes to hurt more. “Would you turn that thing off?” I
NIGEL'S POVI was tired and hungry, plus I didn't understand why these nerds weren't bothered by the shit smell that was seeping off my so-called grandpa. So what if he looked exactly like my dad under his hobo appearance? That still didn't make him my grandfather. I hissed because if he resembled my father, it also meant he resembled me since people said I was a spitting image of my dad. Life was so unfair. I hate this, and I hate him. Nigel Senior, I scoffed. Why did Father have to name me after such an evil man? "Are we there yet?" I was this close to screaming and throwing a bitch-fit. My feet hurt to the point they felt like they were about to fall off. "Just a couple more minutes," my grandpappy answered. His breath smelt terrible... Like when was the last fucking time he used toothpaste? I looked around and smacked myself in the face. There were no supermarkets or malls here, so of course he didn't have access to the finer things in life. And Miranda thought Howling's Cliff
MIRANDA'S POV"Excuse me! Come again! You're my what?" I asked, raising my hands in the air and waving them about like I was at a rock concert. With his palm still outstretched to me, he repeated, "My name is Alpha Nigel Vanderwolf, and I am your grand...""Yes, yes, I heard you the first time,” I choked out. "But you just said I should...""I know what I just said, it was a rhetorical question." When he realized I wasn't going to shake his hand, he dropped it to his side. My eyes scanned him from head to toe. "Mighty God!" I yelped when I saw his feet. His toes seemed like they were not on speaking terms with each other to how far apart they were spread. His rugged look reminded me of when Alan came back after spending twenty years in the Jumanji Jungle. "So you're Nigel Senior," Valko finally spoke. He stepped up to the old man. "I'm Valko Silver.""Ah, I should have known Valor's pup would be following behind Nolan's pup's tail," he chuckled, and Velma growled. "And what's your
THIRD-PERSON POVA werewolf emerged from the shadows, but he was not an ordinary predator. He moved like he was a shadow; he made no sounds or caused no ruckus. He fixed his bright red eyes on the human girl curled up in the arms of the young werewolf. The sounds of their heavy breathings and thumping hearts were music to his ears because he found satisfaction in seeing his victims paralysed with fright, which made their flesh soft for him to dine on. Their screams also made their blood turned sweeter, resulting in the best sort of perfume for him. His nostrils widened as he detected the scent of the human. He curled back his lips, revealing his dark gums and yellow stained teeth, letting out a low rumbling growl. He didn’t care that he was outnumbered, as he already understood their outcomes; within moments, the girl would suffer a fatal wound to her throat, her body would be eaten, and her blood would mark the ground covered in grass. It would be easy for him to pick them off on
THIRD-PERSON POVDuran's mind kept going back to his mate, wondering what she was doing, and if she missed him. Izanna's description of the Mad Alpha was making him rethink this trip he was on. He should have stayed home with his mate who was carrying his pup. The Moon Goddess would be cruel to kill him now after all that he had been through. As he made his way to the Mystic Mountain, his mind became chaotic. Clarke occupied most of Valko's thoughts. He loved how vibrant and red her hair was and how incredibly luscious, thick and flawless those curls were. He kept reminiscing about how she arched her back and flashed her hair from side to side when they made love. Now he wondered if coming on this adventure was the right thing to do. Breathing out, he made his way steadily toward the mountain that was said to be home to this Mad Alpha. Velma walked alongside Lazarus, their hands intertwined. The two seemed inseparable now that most of their friends knew they were true mates. Velma w
LAZARUS'S POVIt had been two centuries since I tasted human blood. Other vampires might describe it as being rich, tantalizing, or irresistible. But for me it is sensual, addictive, and climatic. The taste of this human's blood was unlike any I'd ever tasted. It was like I couldn't stop. The more mouthfuls I took, the more my thirst intensified.I could feel Nigel's muscles resisting at first when my fangs found his flesh and pierced into it. The soft warmth giving way like a ripe melon, filling my mouth with thick, delicious blood. He shuddered in my hands as I drew deep, gulping mouthful after mouthful, revelling in the strength and life that filled my veins, jolted my limbs, granted me a semblance of life.Soon my pheromones entered his bloodstream through my saliva and even though I was killing him, the high and ecstasy of my bite was tricking his brain into begging me not to stop. He let out soft moans, his body relaxing as I supported more of his weight with my strong arms w
THIRD-PERSON POV Miranda found the walk back to the Nymph camp less awkward than she expected. She learned that Nigel had been retrieving bits of his memory for the last couple of days, but once he emerged from the whirlpool, everything flooded back to him. They walked hand in hand, enjoying their conversation. He questioned her regarding her training with beta Valor, and she felt compelled to tell him the truth that things weren't progressing well. "I'm glad you told me," Nigel murmured. "Father must be pissed." "Yeah, he is big mad," Miranda whispered. "I just wish I knew how mom is doing, especially after learning that father whipped you," he paused. "I'm so sorry, Miranda." "It's OK, it's not your fault." Miranda felt guilty for keeping what truly happened to Peaches from Nigel. "I know, even so, I wish I was there for you." "Believe me, you should feel grateful that you missed what he did to Peaches." "MIRANDA!" Taurus boomed. "Crap," Miranda cursed und
MIRANDA'S POV "Where do you buy your perfume?" He asked out of the blue. We seized our splashes and worked to catch our breaths. "At an outlet." "Oh, I think I will get some when we go home. I've run out, and I like how it smells." "OK," I let out with a questioning tone. "Cool," he answered. "You're weird," I wrinkled my nose. "I am?" He challenged, moving impossibly closer to me so that my chest was touching his, causing me to gulp in exhilaration and also intimidation. I thought we were done touching for now. "Yes you are." "Well you're beautiful, Miranda." What? "Are you high or something?" I snorted, trying to act unaffected, although my heart was beating at an inhumanly fast speed. "I can't be here for this," Taurus rumbled. "I'm out." I felt Taurus drifting away, refusing to endure us any further. He shook his head. "I'm completely sober." "Well thank you, I guess," I replied, swallowing hard. "You're beautiful too, Nigel." "I know," he smir
MIRANDA'S POV I was really nervous and couldn't believe I was actually skinny-dipping in an enchanted lagoon with Nigel Vanderwolf. I was too busy asking myself why the heck was I doing this to notice Nigel swimming closer to me. "Why do you look so constipated?" He asked. I shifted my gaze in a shy manner, blushing as I realized he had noticed my uncertainty. "I am not constipated, I'm just..." His hands around my shoulders cuts my speech. "Nervous? But there's nothing to be nervous about," he chuckled. "Look around you, we're in a mystical place swimming in the bluest lagoon I've ever seen." "Yes, but we're also naked," I told him, my mind trying to think about something other than us touching while we were both naked. "So what? We were born naked," he cackled. "Look Miranda, if you're gonna roll with werewolves, you've gotta learn how to swing in the nude 99 percent of the time." "Believe that," I heard Taurus let out. "I don't think I'll ever get used t
THIRD-PERSON POV The group of heroes continued following the nymph until they started to notice a surreal light filtering from between some palm trees that stood in line like soldiers, but up further there were a few that were woven together almost like fabric. The branches formed one huge canopy over the top of this charming spot. While the friends studied the branches, they became aware of their surroundings. In the stillness, the wind serenaded a sweet melody through the air. The breeze against their cheeks felt like tiny wet kisses against their skin. As the leaves rustled together, they formed a soothing ambiance that enveloped the group, making them feel secure and tranquil. The echoes of laughter and idle conversations filled the air around them. With each step they took, the noise increased in volume. The sound of birds singing and flutes playing romantic ballads also filled the air. Izanna made an abrupt stop and instructed everyone to be quiet before she pulled