Marissa

"He'll be okay," I kept telling myself. "He'll be okay." Donovan wasn't healing as fast as he usually does. He was still unconscious, and his neck was broken. "We need to find Allen now," Danielle told me. "What was that, and how did it happen to him?" I wanted to answer her, but I had to calm myself down.

I was literally trembling. I can't believe he turned Allen. This was horrible for so many different reasons. One, being Turned by an ancient blood makes you become an ancient blood, so you become more potent and powerful than all of the newer werewolves. This doesn't seem bad, but lots of newer werewolves try to prove themselves or be a bigger alpha by killing you. It's bad enough the vampires want you dead. It's even worse when your own kind wants you dead.

Being a target for the vampires is basically like having a wanted poster with your face on it. They killed the majority of the ancients to become the leaders of everything supernatural. The leaders... Of the sky. The worst thing about it is that this means Donovan is his alpha. Donovan can force him to do things, read his mind, and learn all of his personal secrets. I'm speaking from experience.

I wasn't worried about Allen getting lost or hurt, but I was shocked by that transformation. He was an actual wolf-man, not just a massive canine (lupine?) creature. We were told that it takes a whole nother level of thinking to become this because this is how werewolves first were. If he was thinking about murdering Donovan, it looks like he might've pulled it off.

As Donovan's breathing became calm, I tried to reach out to Jamie with my mind. Out of the three of us, he hates the moon the most. It's understandable that he wouldn't want to be around us for a while. We were never friends to begin with, but being anciently blooded and hunted, we bonded through struggle.

"Why'd you let Allen run?" Jamie's voice popped out of nowhere, the second I tried to concentrate. "It's not like I could actually stop him, you didn't even see how big he was!" Jamie went completely silent. "Wait... Did you watch this happen?"

He knows if he lied I would automatically know, so he told the truth. "Yea. I saw it happen from your point of view." I couldn't believe this crap! "Why didn't you do anything!?! Why didn't you help?!!!"

Jamie waited a moment before answering. "Well, personally, I felt like Donovan deserved it." Even though I was mad at him, he was right. Donovan did attack Allen for no reason. He should be grateful to Danielle and Allen for rescuing us. He shouldn't be trying to harm either one of them. Speaking of that, he doesn't pay any attention to Danielle.

"Well, what about when Donovan attacked Allen? Why didn't you step in then?"

Suddenly, Danielle got up and left, dialing a number on her phone. "I wasn't even watching till after that. The emotions you felt when you saw Allen mangled is what made me start spectating."

That's why I hate being part of a pack, even one as small as ours. Your whole mind is practically open for everyone in the pack to see. "Okay. It's time for us to get a new hiding spot. We'll search for Allen after we settle down. Then we'll tell him everything." Jamie wasted no time responding to this. "Good. I think I may have found a place."

Allen

I was really mad when I ran away, but I still needed to come back. Not because of Marissa, and not because of Danielle. It's because after my body was back to normal, I was completely naked. I waited till it got really dark, and sprinted back home.

It took no time at all, even though I had run deep into the city.

And that's another thing that's weighed on my mind all day. Becoming a werewolf. The way it happened hadn't been pleasant, but I have never felt this good in my entire life. I was stronger. I was faster. Hell, my muscles and body weight must have tripled. This was the best I felt since I exercised for 2 months and finally got away from my family and got a place of my own. It doesn't even come close to this, but then again, my life has been mundane up to this point.

When I arrived at my house, everyone was gone. I expected Danielle to leave, she lives with her parents. But the others... I guess after I attacked Donovan they just disappeared. This day went from good to bad so quick. And I can't even get my revenge on Donovan because I sort of already did it.

I wish I could've consciously did it. I wish I could've fought him head on. I wanted to remember every single punch. But I'll wait. There will always be another time.

I walked in, and immediately noticed the hole in the wall. Damn, I had almost forgotten.

This was bad, plus I still hadn't seen Jacob. It's been a day and a half, and he still hadn't appeared. Both of our rooms were on the second floor, so I went up to his. I jiggled the handle, and it was locked. I was a lot stronger than I was yesterday, so I just used a little bit more force and I broke the door open.

Inside, all of his stuff had been ripped open. His entire room had been trashed, and his clothes torn up. The vampires must have been hunting us the second Axel found us, I realized. At least if they found us again, I could actually help now. I could actually do something.

I was happy for all of 10 seconds before I realized there was no us. The three Stooges were gone, and Danielle was probably going to try to forget all of this. Still, though, I couldn't. I needed to find out what happened to Jacob.

I tried to turn on my phone. It was completely dead. I put it on the charger and sat at the edge of the bed. I didn't feel safe here anymore. It was giving me anxiety, wondering who would attack next and if Axel would return. I decided to stay awake all night.

It was easy to do, because, on top of insomnia, I always waited until about 3 in the morning to work on my projects on the exact day they were due.

Tomorrow, I was just going to wander through the city. I was tired of my surroundings. I felt constricted.

Danielle

I felt so lost. With Allen transforming and running off, I had nothing to do. Plus, Jamie showed up and helped take Donovan away to God knows where. So I was completely left out of the loop, with no one to discuss this with, no one who could relate. I tried calling Allen hundreds of times, even though I knew it was pointless. He wasn't even wearing pants in that strange beast mode, why would he still be carrying his cellphone?

I guess I should go home. My parents don't really care when I stay out late; they know Allen is a nerd, so they trust him more than they trust me. They'd adopt him if they could, and he'd want them to, because he hates his parents, for reasons he's never told me.

I snuck into my house quietly. Everybody in my house is lazy. There were dishes in the sink, and the alarm wasn't even on when I came in. If we got robbed, they'd have nobody to blame but themselves.

My sister's door was closed, as usual. We all close our doors right after dinner. We only open them to get food, take a shower, or to tell everybody to get off the wifi. I walked down the hallway and noticed my parents' door was open. My dad works a graveyard shift, maybe he just got home. Or maybe my mother was about to go meet up with her friends. I walked into the room and cut the lights on.

Allen

The world seemed completely different after I became a werewolf. I can't even walk into a store without noticing what people are... and what aren't people. Other werewolves, vampires, witches and wizards, it was a whole community of them. Every single store. The library. The community center. The park. And the worst part is that looking at them makes my head spin.

I wasted an entire day just trying to get a hold of my new life. In the end, I just decided to go into a bar, drink myself half to death, and see how many people I could fatally wound in a bar fight. The bar was quite nice actually, and for some reason, I couldn't figure out what type of creature the bartender was.

I know he was one. I just didn't know which one he could be. This bar had lots of neon lights, and it had weird installments in the ceiling, like something used to hang from there. This place probably used to be a strip club. It was sparsely populated, and for you simpletons out there, that means it was kind of empty.

Everyone seemed to be minding their own business, except for the girl that was staring at me from across the room. The girl had dark brown hair. She had on a long black dress that had a diagonal red stripe going down it. Her jacket was leather and red, and so were her shoes. Her hair was braided, and she had on long fake eyelashes, so obvious I thought butterflies were eating her eyelids.

I only looked at her for a couple of seconds, and I tried not to make eye contact. Not because she looked pretty, (besides those stupid eyelashes) but because I felt like I shouldn't trust anybody anymore.

"So you're going to stare at me without saying hey?"

What the... She just appeared out of nowhere on my left side! She was all the way on the other side of the room, and I didn't see her move in the least bit! "Are you going to answer me or what?" Damn it, I was thinking so much I forgot she was speaking to me."Oh... Uh, hey." She looked at me with those stupid eyelashes I wanted to rip off her face.

"What brings someone like you to a place like this?" First off, this chick was talking like she knew me. Flirting or not, I didn't like that. Second, what did she mean by that? I don't look like a nerd, in my opinion, I never did. I never wore glasses either.

"I'm looking for somebody," I lied, hoping that would get her off my case. I only came here to drink and hurt a bunch of patrons, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Oh really? 'Cause it seems like something's bothering you." She slid on to the stool next to me and faced my direction. "Nothing's bothering me, it's just-"

"Shut up Wolfy." She said to me. How did she know? "Don't give me that fake look, I know what you are." The bartender was also looking over at us while he cleaned a glass, but when he caught my eye he turned back around. Now it was my turn to ask the questions. "How did you know I'm a werewolf? Why were you staring at me? Why did you come over to talk to me in the first place?" Her eyes widened as I spoke.

"Dang, one question at a time. To answer the first, you smell like a werewolf. I can just sense it by looking at you. In fact, it's so strong, half the people in here have either disappeared or hid in the back to be safe from you." Wow. That's why this place is so empty looking.

"The bartender just lets people hide?" She smiled. "Of course. That's why this place is a hotspot. It's a safe haven for supernatural creatures. Against each other, and against normal people." The way she said normal people gave me a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"I was staring at you because I could feel how strong you are from across the room. That feeling... It was just..." She exhaled, and I felt very uncomfortable. "Do you have a point or..."

"Yes actually, I do have a point. I came to talk to you because I need an escort."

I raised my eyebrows. "What do you need an escort for?" She frowned. "I want to go back home and claim what's mine, buts it's not safe out there." And with that, she put on a fake pout and puppy dog eyes. "Please, I just need protection on the way home."

"Go by some condoms then." I was in no mood to go off on an adventure with this freaky girl. I got up, paid my bill, left a nice tip, and started to walk out the door. "Wait! If you don't help me you'll never find Jacob!"

Damn. I stood there for a full minute, weighing my options. I know I haven't said a damn thing about Jacob since I entered the bar. This woman knows something, so I guess I have no choice. "Fine," I told her. "Let's kill two birds with one stone."