Chapter 9 - The Haunted Beach

I walk with strides larger than usual, impatient to get to my destination. My hands sway on either side of my body, the sun setting above casting its long shadows on the road behind. The air is cool on my face. Riley would have shuddered in my place. As a werewolf, I was born with more tolerance to harsh climates, and winter has only begun. Soon, I would be able to sense better. A week and a half, I think sullenly.

When I first received Jordan's text, disappointment flooded my brain, mixed with confusion and mild grief. That night, after learning of the fight, I stopped by Niall's house. He complained of slight pain in his back where Jordan had kicked him, and for some reason, I never asked Niall how it had started. He was in a sour mood. I missed his wide smile, the way his eyes closed a little when he laughed, and even when I tried to make a joke, he had only passed me a smirk, clearly unimpressed.

I had been afraid to even raise the matter of the next beach clean up. Everything wa