Chapter 3

ABBY

I walked out of the cafeteria, hoping to avoid any drama between Trevor. But as luck would have it, I found myself face-to-face with Trevor in the hallway. He moved closer to me, and I felt myself getting trapped between him and the wall.

"I need to talk to you," he said, his voice low and intense.

My heart started racing, and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Trevor looked at me with those dark, intense eyes of his. "I know this might sound crazy, but I find you attractive," he said.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Why would someone like Trevor be interested in me? 

Who did he think he was, coming on to me like this? Did he really think that I was some kind of pushover?

“What do you want from me?" I asked him, my voice taking on a feisty edge.

Trevor looked at me, his expression unreadable. "I just want to get to know you better," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "And why should I let you?" I shot back. "What makes you think that I'm interested in you?"

Trevor's eyes darkened for a moment, and I saw a flash of anger in his expression. But then he took a deep breath and seemed to regain his composure.

"I can't explain it," he said. "There's just something about you that I find irresistible."

I snorted. "And what about the fact that I'm a so-called delinquent student?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Trevor's expression softened. "That doesn't matter to me," he said. "I'm not interested in labels or stereotypes. I just know that I feel something when I'm around you, and I want to explore that further."

I was taken aback. I didn't know what to say. Trevor was popular and seemed to have everything going for him, while I was just a troubled student trying to keep my head down. 

I studied his face for a moment, trying to decide whether or not I could trust him. Part of me wanted to push him away and protect myself from any potential heartache, but another part of me was curious about what could happen if I let my guard down.

"I'll think about it," I finally said, my voice still laced with skepticism.

Trevor reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from my face. "Take all the time you need," he said. "Just know that I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

As he continued to look at me with those intense eyes, I couldn't help but feel worried. What if he found out about my newfound werewolf abilities? Would he still feel the same way about me? Or would he be afraid of me?

All of these thoughts swirled around in my head, making it hard to concentrate on what Trevor was saying. But then he leaned in closer and said, "I really hope you'll give me a chance, Abby."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. 

He looked at me, his eyes full of understanding. "It's okay," he said. "I don't want to rush things. We can take it slow, if that's what you want."

As I walked down the hallway after my conversation with Trevor, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Tiffany, standing behind me with a cold glare in her eyes.

"What were you talking to Trevor about?" Tiffany asked, her voice laced with venom.

I raised an eyebrow, taken aback by the hostility in Tiffany's tone. "Just talking," I replied coolly. "Why?"

Tiffany's glare intensified. "Just remember that Trevor is mine," she said, her voice low and threatening. "I don't appreciate you trying to steal him away."

I rolled my eyes, my patience wearing thin. "I wasn't trying to steal anyone," I said, my voice growing sharper. "Trevor and I were just talking. You don't own him, Tiffany."

Tiffany's expression turned livid, and I could see her fists clenching at her sides. "You better stay away from him," Tiffany spat, before turning on her heel and storming away.

I watched her leave, swaying her hips like she owned the school. I wasn't about to enter some sought of rivalry with her, I had other issues to face. Like how I was going to get myself treated for the animal-like symptoms I was having. As much as I would love to be a supernatural being, I would rather stick to my human nature. 

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Ashley and I sat nervously in the waiting room of the doctor's office, both of us tapping our feet anxiously. My werewolf symptoms had been getting worse, and I was convinced that something was seriously wrong with me. Ashley had come along for support, but she was just as worried as I was.

Finally, the door opened and the doctor stepped out, clipboard in hand. He gave us a warm smile, but I could tell that something was off.

"Abby, Ashley, come on in," the doctor said, gesturing towards his office. "Let's take a look at what's been bothering you."

I took a deep breath and followed Ashley into the room, taking a seat on the examination table. The doctor began asking me a series of questions, trying to get a better sense of my symptoms.

"I've been having these strange cravings for raw meat," I said, my voice shaking. "And I've been feeling really restless lately. Like I need to run and hunt."

The doctor nodded sympathetically, jotting down notes on his clipboard. "Hmm, I see. And have you noticed any changes in your physical appearance?"

I hesitated, then lifted up the sleeve of my shirt to reveal a patch of thick, coarse hair on my arm. The doctor leaned in to examine it, then straightened up with a frown.

"I'm sorry, Abby," he said gently. "But I think you're imagining things. There's no medical explanation for your symptoms, and I don't see any evidence of any physical changes."

My heart sank. I had been hoping that the doctor would be able to help me, but now I felt like I was back at square one.

"But...I don't understand," I stammered. "I know something is wrong with me. I can feel it."

The doctor gave me a sympathetic look, but his tone was firm. "I'm sorry, Abby. But sometimes our minds can play tricks on us. I think it would be best if you tried to relax and not worry too much about these symptoms. I'm sure they'll go away on their own."

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. I wanted to believe the doctor, but I knew that something was seriously wrong with me. I looked over at Ashley, who was watching me with concern.

"We'll figure this out, Abby," Ashley said, taking my hand. "We'll keep looking until we find someone who can help."

I nodded hoping she was right. My case just had to be different, Ashley and I were twins yet I was the one with weird symptoms. We shared the same womb for months, why was I the black sheep? Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation.

That night the full moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything. I tried to ignore the strange sensation that was beginning to ripple through my body, but it was no use. It was like a wild, uncontrollable energy was building up inside of me, threatening to burst out of my skin.

Suddenly, I felt a searing pain shoot through me, and I let out a long, mournful howl that echoed through the night. It was like nothing I had ever felt before - a primal, instinctual urge that was completely beyond my control.

I tried to resist it, but it was like a force of nature. Before I knew it, my body began to contort and shift, and I was transformed into a creature of the night.

Ashley watched in horror as I turned into something out of a nightmare. My eyes glowed a deep, blood-red as I tore through the room with inhuman speed and strength. I could see the fear etched on her face as she tried to get me to stop.

“Abby, stop!" Ashley cried, but it was too late, I was lost to the primal instincts of the wolf.