ABBYWhen we got home, our mom was making pasta. Ashley went to meet her in the kitchen, while I went straight to my room. As Ashley chatted away with our mom in the kitchen, I slumped down on my bed, feeling drained from the long day at school. The sound of their voices drifted through the walls, and I could hear snippets of their conversation."How was school, darling?" Mom asked.Ash, always one to share everything, chimed in eagerly. “There's a new boy named Blake, he looks dangerous.”Ash told her about the whole drama in the cafeteria and the tension between David and Blake.Not wanting to listen to their conversation, I brought out my copy of Macbeth and started reading it.As I dove into the world of Macbeth, the sounds of the kitchen faded into the background. I found myself lost in the words, the characters, and the intricate plot.But as I read on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The play was dark, filled with themes of betrayal and murder. It was a far cry fro
ASHLEY Abby was acting strange today. She kept sipping something from a strange bottle in her bag, and couldn't stop herself from squirming continuously.“We need to go to the police” Tiffany finally spoke upNo one is going to the police, we have nothing to report," Jessica said sternly, her gaze locking onto Tiffany's."Trevor is missing for chrissake!" Tiffany exclaimed, her frustration boiling over. "And what about the other five people who have disappeared without a trace? We can't just sit here and pretend like everything is okay.""Six people are missing," Jasmine stated calmly, as if it was just a simple fact."Exactly," Tiffany replied, nodding her head vigorously. "People are somehow disappearing and you say we shouldn't go to the police? What the hell should we do then? Any of us could be next!""I have an idea!" Jessica said suddenly, pulling her phone out of her pocket. "We should go to David's house, his mom is friends with Trevor's mom. She might've heard something.""
ABBYI woke up with a sharp pain surging through my brain. It felt as if someone had hit me hard on the head. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around, trying to make sense of my surroundings. It took me a few moments to realize that I was in the middle of the woods. All the trees were black, and the ground was covered in ash. The fire must've spread all night.I heard footsteps from behind, and I turned my head to see Blake walking towards me with clothes in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. As he got closer, I realized that I was stark naked. I tried to cover myself with my hands, but he didn't look away. His eyes were filled with desire."Get dressed, we need to move," he said as he handed me the clothes and left the coffee cup on the floor.“Can I have some privacy?" I screamedHe smirked and walked away.I dressed up quickly, picked up the coffee cup, and hurried after Blake. I took a quick sip from the cup, hoping to calm my nerves with the coffee, but to my surprise, it
KELVINMy hands trembled as I held Molly's head, trying to make sense of what happened. She once saved me, now she is gone. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, but I forced them back. There would be time to grieve later.As I stood up, I heard a commotion behind me. Turning around, I saw Abby surrounded by members of the Shadow Clan. I had once been one of them. I knew how they operated, how they thought.One of them walked slowly towards Abby, and I recognized him from the tattoo on his hand. We used to call him X when I was still with the Shadow Clan.“Leave her alone!” I yelled.“Do I hear the voice of a dead man?” X asked mockingly as he walked towards me.“She’s not the one you want.” “Oh, I know. Bring her sister to me before dawn tomorrow or she'll suffer the same fate as your girlfriend.” Abby was trembling as they tied her hands behind her back. I could see the fear in her eyes, and my heart ached for her. She kept looking at me, waiting for me to do something. But I
ABBYI felt Blake's finger trailing up my arm before I could even open my eyes, his breath was warm and steady on my neck, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. I forced a tired smile and closed my eyes as he looked at me. I felt so safe in his arms. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against my cheek as he hugged me more tightly.“Good morning Abby,” he whispered as he stared at me. A ray of sunlight came in through the window and lit his face, making his blue eyes look so warm and beautiful for a moment, and I felt safer in his arms. At that moment, everything seemed normal. Like I didn't just watch Molly die a few hours ago... like I didn't get kidnapped by wolf hunters...like Blake and his brother didn't just risk their lives and the lives of an entire pack to save me. At that moment, I felt like a normal teenager, resting in the arms of another normal teenager. I felt loved.But my face immediately grew warm as reality began to set in. I freed myself from his grip and got
ABBYI couldn’t stop staring at the text from Trevor, and I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as his name kept ringing in my head. My mind drifted back to the visions I had earlier, and I couldn’t shake off the image of Trevor aiming a gun at me and telling me to run. It felt so real.He looked so hostile and his whole demeanor was grim. What connection did he have with Jericho?Where had he been all this while?I fought the urge to call him because I was still in the car with Blake. So I texted him, “Where are you ?"He texted back almost immediately "I'll see you in school tomorrow." I wanted to ask more questions, but I restrained myself. A sharp pain surged through my chest as I thought about Ashley. Blake looked at me through the rearview mirror and noticed my uneasiness, so he turned on the radio, in an attempt to draw my attention. The voice on the radio was a reporter from the local newspaper, he was describing the body of a young girl which was found on the outskirts of town
TREVOR{Thursday 8 days to the blood moon}I woke up to the sound of a gritty voice, whispering in my ear.“Good morning Trevor, my name is Jonathan Gordon. But you can call me Jericho.”I was stunned when I opened my eyes and saw his face. He was leaning toward me with a glass of water as he smiled. He had a long scar across his face and dark brown eyes.“What's going on?” I asked.“Let's go downstairs and have a chat,” he replied as he got up and walked out of the room.I looked out through the window and saw two moving trucks and a lot of cars. Some men were moving furniture out of my house and putting them in the trucks, while the rest of them stood beside the trucks with firearms.Everything was happening too fast, it felt like a dream.I was overwhelmed as I walked down the stairs and looked into the living room. More than half of the furniture had already been moved, and some men were moving the rest of the furniture through the door, as three men took pictures of the places th
ASHLEY {Friday, 7 days to the blood moon}We sat on the road for a while, feeling the scorching heat from the woods as we stared into the blazing inferno.Tiffany was still weak, even though she had regained consciousness.Peter's voice broke the tense silence. "We must take her to the hospital," he urged, concern etched on his face.I hesitated, my mind preoccupied with Abby's safety. "But what about Abby? We can't abandon her in the woods."“The fire is too much. She can't be in there.” Peter exclaimed.We can't waste any more time. Let's split up," shJennifer suggested. "Check for Abby at home, and meet us back at the hospital."With a nod of agreement, we quickly scattered, each taking a different path.Peter carried Tiffany in his arms as they headed toward Lockwood hospital. I turned in the opposite direction and I ran as fast as I could, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as I prayed that Abby would be safe.When I arrived at my house, I burst through the door and searched eve
ABBY{Friday, new beginnings}The sunrise had never been as beautiful as it was when I woke up. Ashley and my parents agreed last night to stay in Lockwood since I would rather not move with them to Westview, so it was a breath of fresh air to wake up to the sound of Ashley snoring, as it was before Project Jericho made its way to Lockwood. Trevor and I also got a chance to talk after Blake left the town. So, as I woke up that morning, I woke up as Trevor's girlfriend, and he, my boyfriend. A new beginning for both of us.I was pissed that I still had those werewolf genes in me, though I was glad I wouldn't have to worry about Mr. Gordon anymore. My dad and I finally talked last night about how being a werewolf was when he was growing up. He asked me not to view the wolf as an entirely different being, but as an extension of myself or an alter ego, if I preferred. He said the only way to tame it was to become one with it. So, when I slept last night, I saw the wolf in my dream.
ABBY{Thursday, 6 days after the blood moon}It would've been foolish to think Mr. Gordon would leave without a fight, and I wasn't a fool. Neither was Molly. I would've preferred it if Mr. Gordon took out the wolf genes from my body as he did my sister before they made him leave, but Molly wasn't keen on listening to anyone. She believed I would find a way to control the wolf, a way to speak to it and tame it. But I didn't think so. Even if the wolf could be tamed, I didn't know if I wanted to. Taming it would mean constantly carrying it in me, fighting to suppress it every day, every night, and every full moon. How long could I keep up with that? I wondered. How long till the wolf refuses to be suppressed? How long until I became a monster?“Abby? Are you okay?” Blake asked as he gently stroked my arm. “Just a little tense,” I sighed. “Molly should be back by now. They should all be back.”“Speak of the devil,” Blake grinned as the sheriff's car approached, leading a convoy of
ASHLEY{Thursday, 6 days after the blood moon}I was woken by the unsettling sound of someone wheezing beside me, and I noticed something which felt like a pipe in my throat as I opened my eyes. Peter removed the Venturi mask on my face and carefully pulled out a tube from my mouth as he struggled to stop himself from wheezing. I coughed and gasped for air as I tried to stand up, and Peter rubbed my back to ease the cough. Apart from the sound of both of us coughing, three beeping monitors were in the room. Some of the monitors were connected to my arm with wires I just pulled out, and there were wires on Peters's bed. He must've removed them from his arm before I woke up. “Are you okay?” Peter asked, still wheezing. “Breathe,” he said. “Just breathe.”“What's going on?” I asked, darting around the room. We must've been unconscious for a while, seeing as I could barely remember a thing. “We need to get out of here,” he said. “This is about the time they come to sedate us. We nee
ABBY{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}I could barely hear the drumming over the sound of my heart beating loudly in my ears. Trevor stood with Omari as I entered the circle to meet Blake, and I saw the fear in his eyes as he looked at me, even after I said I trusted him. Omari howled, and everyone followed as the full moon emerged from the clouds. I saw Blake pull a dagger out of his jacket pocket, and I felt my muscles expanding and my bones shifting. My vision blurred, and everything around me seemed red as I fought within myself to remain in control. For an instant, it seemed as though everything moved in slow motion, and I was a spectator rather than an actor. It felt like I was watching my body take form and move without me being able to control it.Blake took off his jacket as his fingers turned to claws, and lunged at me with the dagger, cutting me on my arm and pushing me to the ground. He wasn't fazed by how quickly I got back up, and I didn't feel pain from th
BLAKE{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}I glanced at all the rooms in the base through the monitors, and I was amazed at how lightly guarded they were, as opposed to how it was before the blood moon. My dad, unconscious, was in one room, Ashley and Peter in another. The Chesterfields were in the hallway, arguing about something, and... My eyes widened as I saw Henry Luther and his wife in another room with Venturi tubes on their faces. “Yes,” Mr. Gordon grinned, noticing the shock on my face. “It's going to be a big family reunion tomorrow,” he said. “Abby and her parents, you, and your dad. Everyone would be happy in the end. Don’t you think?”What did I think? Well, he didn’t know what was coming. “I’ll bring them tomorrow,” I muttered. “And my dad better be in good shape.”“Not you won’t,” he grinned. “You see, I don’t trust you, Blake. Stay in your house, and I’ll send your dad to you once I see Abby and Trevor. If I don’t see them in my base tomorrow, and I have to find
MOLLY{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}“Well, we didn’t have to wait too long to meet again,” Abby grinned as I entered the house. “We didn’t,” I tittered and looked away.I wish I could’ve stayed away, but the thought of the Gordons still breathing didn’t sit right with me. Abby beamed as she stared at me. My presence must’ve been somewhat comforting to her. She needed a distraction to take her mind off the elephant in the room, or rather, the wolf in her body, but I wasn’t there to give her comfort. I clarified it for Blake as much as it was clear to me that the only reason I was in Lockwood was for vengeance. As I looked at Trevor behind Abby, I envied them because I knew they could still have their whole love story when the issue with Project Jericho was over. If they wanted. Abby could even have Blake if she wanted to, but who did I have? What did I have apart from vengeance to keep my heart pumping? I had nothing. Nothing at all. I didn’t tell Blake what my mom saw
BLAKE{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}The only thing worse than losing a loved one is losing another, knowing you could've prevented it. I wish I could’ve done more for Kelvin before he died, but even in his last moments, I was busy carrying Abby and caring so much about her well-being instead of him. We fought each other a lot in this lifetime. Him joining the shadow clan, and me, remaining in the pack. But watching him die was difficult, knowing it wasn't one of Molly's illusions. When I accepted Kelvin’s death, I knew that the only family I had left was my dad. So I had to get him back, no matter what.As I drove down to the Lockwood signpost to wait for Molly, I knew I wanted nothing more than to leave Lockwood behind and everything in it. My feelings for Abby aside, I had nothing else to do in that town. And loving her wouldn't compensate for how miserable I felt. Molly and I had already agreed that the only thing we had to do in Lockwood was to find my dad and ave
ABBY{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}Perhaps it wasn't so bad to be loved by more than one person, and maybe it's not outrageous to love them back. Blake and Trevor were very divergent people. Different views, different interests, and different ways of expressing themselves. The ever-erratic Blake, and the calm, collected Trevor. One, an Alpha werewolf. The other, a normal teenager. It worried me that I would come to a point where I had to choose between them because I knew what my decision might’ve been.Perhaps if I wasn't so good at being loved, I wouldn't have had to decide in the first place. “Let's get you back to the house before Omari sends his goons after us,” Blake sighed as he turned on the car and steered it into the road. “Molly has mastered control over her wolf instincts, and I can't remember the last time she turned. Maybe she could help you with that when she arrives:”I didn't know if I wanted to tame the wolf as much as I wanted to get rid of it, but I h
ABBY{Wednesday, 5 days after the blood moon}I was terrified by the dark thing that slept in me as I struggled to wake up. I saw myself running in the woods from a wolf with green eyes like mine, but I couldn't get far before it caught up with me. I was scared when the wolf turned human and approached me because I was standing face-to-face with myself. Other werewolves were one with their wolf, but the wolf in me had a mind of its own. The last thing I saw before walking up was Xavier, covered in blood on the ground and begging me to stop.When I opened my eyes, I saw Omari sitting on my bed with a strange bottle and glass of water. “Good morning, Abby,” he grinned as he gave me the glass. “How do you feel?I finished the water in a single gulp and tried to get up, but a sharp pain in my head stopped me. “What happened?” I asked as I lay back on the bed. “I don't remember falling asleep.”“Do you remember almost killing my son?” he asked. Not accusingly, nor did he sound angered. H