It was just the normal chatter that one always encountered at the end of a school day, bouncing off the walls and echoing in every nook and cranny of the cafeteria. The kids just lounged around, taking those last tidbits of school life before summer break. The air was heavy with the odor of cafeteria food and the implicit excitement of freedom just around the bend. But the normal buzz was interrupted by a sharp intake of collective breath from Coreen's circle as she flourished a sleek, black ticket between her fingers."Check it out," she said, her voice full of smugness. "I'm the fifth student who got a ticket to the Howling Hunt for next year."The gasp ran through the group, a ringed circle around her, eyes agog in an awed mixture. The Howling Hunt was just the most prestigious event in their world, an exclusive competition to which only the crème de la crème were invited to participate. It was a test of abilities, guile, and raw power, almost a rite of passage for those wolves tha
The next day, Coreen woke with a renewed sense of determination. She dressed quickly, her mind focused on the task ahead. Getting Alph’s shoes would be the first step, but it wouldn’t be the last. She would unravel whatever secrets Leo had hinted at, and she would use them to her advantage.As she made her way to school, Coreen couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was on the horizon, something that would change everything. But she pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on her plan.By the time she reached the school gates, her confidence had returned. She was ready, prepared to do whatever it took to stay on top. And if Maxine thought she could outshine her, she was in for a rude awakening.Coreen’s day passed in a blur of planning and plotting. She avoided Maxine, not wanting to tip her hand too soon. Instead, she focused on gathering information, subtly probing for any details she could use.Finally, as the school day ended, Coreen slipped out of the building, her heart
Maxine's eyes fluttered open, reluctantly responding to the soft but insistent voice of her mother. The room was still dim, the curtains barely filtering in the early morning light. She squinted at the clock on her bedside table-6:30 AM. "Maxine, breakfast is ready," her mother called again, soft but firm as always. One could never argue with her mother's wake-up calls.Maxine sat up groggily, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Her sleep had been fitful, troubled by vague, unsettling images that vanished the moment she tried to remember them. She pushed the thoughts aside, knowing she had to face the day.It was the freshly brewed aroma of coffee and something savory baking that coursed through the house, drawing her out of bed. She got quickly dressed, still mostly asleep, and trod along the hall to the dining area. Her steps were lagging, her mind not awake, until the moment she saw Alph entering the room; then she straightened up, smoothing hair and clothes.Alph moved into the cabi
The morning sun was low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the tranquil beach. The waves lapped softly against the shore, their rhythmic sound soothing to the ears. Maxine found herself walking beside Sarah, the sand shifting warmly beneath their feet. It was a rare moment of peace, one that had not been hers in what felt like ages. No Coreen, no bullies, no stress—just the two of them, the sea, and the sky.Maxine breathed a sigh of relief as the weight of her usual worries seemed to lighten for the moment. She had thrown on her favorite oversized hoodie, which hung loosely over her frame, shielding her from the cool breeze. Sarah, on the other hand, wore a tank suit, her carefree attitude mirrored in her choice of attire.“Maxine, aren’t you hot?” Sarah asked, turning to her friend with a teasing smile. “I mean, you could wear shorts and a shirt, you know? We’re not at school, and it’s a beautiful day.”Maxine tugged at the sleeves of her hoodie, casting a sideways glance at Sa
The night had fallen softly upon the beach, waves lapping at it in a soothing rhythm that joined with the crackling campfire. The warmth of the fire presented an agreeable contrast to the cool evening breeze; its dancing light fluttered across the faces around it. The air was thick with scents of grilled meat and the faraway salty tang of the sea.Sarah had gone off a lot sooner than she normally did, a spring in her legs as she hastened to get back to the beach house. Her mum was going into labor with her second child, and Sarah wanted to be among the first to welcome her little brother to the world. Maxine had decided to stay behind, irresistibly called by the peacefulness of the night. She found herself sitting on the wooden stairs at the beach house and stared at the fire, crackling, popping.She could see her mom and Alph's dad talking animatedly by the fire—getting along real well. They laughed a lot, and the stories sounded good. The smile came softly to Maxine's lips. It was n
Maxine had barely slept since the events of the previous night. Every time she shut her eyes, the image of that big wolf, its claws outstretched and fangs bared, flashed in her mind. The voice that had whispered to her in the woods now echoed in her thoughts, soft yet insistent: *"Release me. It's time."* But who was that voice? And why was the wolf so bent on killing her?More than anything, she couldn't shake the unease she felt about Alph. He was always there at the right place and right time, saving her from dangers she didn’t even know existed. It was comforting and terrifying all at once. Why did he care so much? And how did he always seem to know when she was in trouble?She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out at the balcony of her room. The moon—full and unchanging yellow—hung in the sky unblinking, like an eye. It had been nearly twenty-four hours since the attack in the forest, and Maxine was wide awake, her mind too restless to allow her any peace. She wanted to shake t
“Maxine… it’s time…” “Release me…” A loud cry kept echoing in Maxine’s head. The world was hazy to Maxine, a blur of color and sound. Her vision swam, her body was wracked with chills, and the pain from the previous night’s ordeal still lingered. “We need to wake the darkness within you” seemed to ring in her ears, but the hazy words got jumbled up in her brain. Her eyes struggled to focus, and she could only make out some general shapes moving around her; everything else was a muddled blur. She heard her mother’s and stepfather’s voices through the fog, but their words were just a murmur. Maxine opened her eyes to blurred vision and a body covered in sweat. Her head pounded within her skull, and she could swear her fever-ridden skin was aflame. She remembered one thing: the man with the burned face and what he had said. Now, she lay in bed surrounded by the comforting yet disorienting sound of her mother’s and stepfather’s voices. “Maxine, are you okay?” her mother asked, her con
After a month, the summer ended. Maxine stepped into the university courtyard and lit up at the sight of her best friend, Sarah, who waved frantically from across the plaza. Maxine quickened her pace towards her, while a big smile spread across her face. "Hey! How are you?" Maxine exclaimed with ringing warmth in her tone. Sarah grinned back. "Good! I'm not missing the university, but sure do miss you, Maxine. Let's get something to eat later?" Maxine nodded enthusiastically. "Oui! How about trying the best croissant at that new bakery I had heard of?" Sarah's eyes widened with astonishment. "Gee! I hadn't heard of that yet. That sounds delicious! "Great," said Maxine, as they started walking towards the university discussing all their plans. As they came closer to the university campus, Maxine could see a lot of tarpaulins hanging from the buildings and the lampposts. Her eyes were immediately arrested by the biggest one, because in gaudy colors was a picture of Coreen's fac