Danielle

"I have her. She's not going anywhere." My arms and feet had been tied up. The mysterious man had blindfolded me, knocked me out, and apparently dragged me to another house. The floor was hard and cold. So cold it was making my face burn. I was scared, helpless, and I didn't know what to do.

What had happened to my family? Were they gone before this man came, or... No, I didn't want to think about it. He kicked me in my back, hard. "Tell me your name." He demanded. I stayed silent, almost too scared to speak. "Tell me, and I'll tell you what happened to your siblings." So something did happen to them! I started crying, but I spoke.

"My name... Is Julia." There's no way he could tell I was lying, especially since I was crying. "Well, Julia, I put a little hex on your brother and sister. They are still home, asleep in their little rooms, unaware that anything is amiss. They'll be that way till your parents get home. After that, the hex will spread to them and they'll forget you. At least, for a little while."

Allen

"I want a full explanation before I agree to help you," I told the bargirl. "First, what's your name?"

"Samantha." She told me without hesitation.

"I'll try to tell you quickly because we really need to hurry. I come from a rich family... Sort of. My family knows lots of magic, and our whole lives have been surrounded by everything we wanted. But it's all a facade."

Samantha's face got serious. "Using magic for wealth and power puts a curse on you and your entire family. My family is so greedy, they've been doing it for the past nine generations."

"Damn," I said. Samantha smiled, probably because I looked so surprised. "Exactly. And the curse is so strong, that it's going to start killing us. Them." She corrected herself as if she's figured out how to escape it.

"My father died a few months ago from the curse. But before he died, I was taken out of his will, so I can't receive my inheritance."

After hearing that, she sounded just as selfish as her family is. "So this whole trip is just to claim what you think is rightfully yours?" Samantha looked around the bar, and turned around, irritated. "No. To break the curse, I have to go home, and find the one genuine thing that our family did not use magic to get."

"Will that be hard?"

She laughed, and the bartender looked over again. "The house and almost everything in it besides us was created instantaneously."

"Sounds like it'll take a while."

"It won't because I have an idea of what it might be."

"But what if you're wrong?"

"Then I'll burn the house down. Whatever's still shining through all the fake crap will break the curse, If it had no magical qualities the type of spell I use won't hurt it.

It seems like she thought this through. "But what do you need my protection for?"

"I'm not welcome back home, obviously. They hate me because I didn't want to fall in love just for power and because I ran from them. They'll try to kill me, so I need a big, tough, strong man to protect me." She tried to use a seductive voice in the last sentence, like some horny damsel in distress.

"What's in it for me?" I asked. "I'll help you find Jacob."

"How the hell do you know Jacob anyway?" I demanded. "I read your mind, but only a little bit," she said it quickly, clearly scared that might anger me. "I knew that your friend was missing, and I thought you might want my tracking skills to help find him."

"Well, that's not good enough." I stood up again. She didn't know as much as I first thought. I doubt I need her or her magic, to find him. Sniffing his shirt should help me find him, now that I was some werewolf thing.

"I don't really benefit from helping you, so I'm going to find Jacob myself." This time, I actually left the bar. I was outside, halfway down the street, and she just materialized in blue smoke right in front of me.

She grabbed my shirt and started to beg.

"Please! If you help me... I'll teach you magic!"

Jamie

Donovan had finally woken up, though I can't say I actually cared. The hole in his chest had closed, but there was a huge purple blotch surrounding it. Since Donovan was incapacitated and Marissa was his nurse, it was my job to seek clothes for us. I already had put on dark black jeans with a purple polo shirt after our full moon Hunt, but I decided to get more for myself anyway. Our clothes rip often.

I walked into a mall and went into one of several clothing stores. The whole mall was mostly empty. Maybe it was because I came so early. I picked out a couple of black t-shirts, a button down shirt for Donovan, and long-sleeved green shirt for Marissa. Then I walked up to the cashier. "Hi, how are you today?" She asked me. Her uniform was an ugly white and blue collard shirt with a matching hat.

I didn't answer her question. I tapped into my wolf side, and when it felt like my eyes had changed, I blinked and said, "Thank you. I don't need a receipt." Her head tilted, and she blinked. It looked like she almost dozed off. "You're welcome... Are you... Are you sure you don't need a receipt?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Thank you though." I left the mall just as soon as I came, and went back to the hotel we were staying in. I was greeted by a short man at the front desk as I walked past it. "Sir, did you sign in?"

"Good morning, I was just shopping," I said, using the same mesmerizing trick I did at the mall. There was no reason to try to keep up an actual conversation. I didn't wait for his reply.

Once I got inside the room, I tossed them their clothes."Finally," Marissa replied, and started to pull off the shirt she had taken from Allen. "Hey!" I screamed. "Wha...? Oh. I'm sorry, Jamie." All the stuff we've been through, I think she's had it the worst. Lycanthropy has changed her completely.

I remember her being shy and timid. Now she's so used to our wolf dilemma that she's really open about her body. Too open, in fact. When she first became a wolf in front of us she didn't even hesitate to rip our eyes out. And now, I had to stop her from giving little Allen the show of his life when she was about to hop out the lake.

Or maybe she did give him the show of his life when we returned from the full moon Hunt. Whatever. I honestly don't care, but I try hard not to think about things like that. She's basically a sister to me. Donovan however, wasn't a brother in the least bit.

Probably because we both could be considered the Alpha in our pack. He may have rounded us up, and he may have led us through tough times, but we all know that I'm stronger than him.

The first time we fought Barron... We all remember it vividly. He tried to be the hero. He tried to lead. When Barron ripped him in half it was my time to come to the rescue. I did what he couldn't, and he's been salty about it ever since.

"Hey, are you ready? It's time to track down Allen."

Donovan was standing, fully clothed. He still didn't look a hundred percent, but he was ready to get moving. So was Marissa.

"I think we should get Danielle to come with us. She knows him well, so she could probably anticipate where he'd go."

Allen

We were driving around in a red Jaguar. Samantha was reapplying her makeup.

"Hey," I started to ask her. "You must not be very good at magic." She looked offended. "What makes you say that?" I was at me so intensely I was tempted to look at her, but I had to keep my eyes on the road.

"I say it because, first of all, if you were so good at magic, why don't you just poof us there? And second, you obviously screwed up a spell, cause now you have butterfly wings sprouting from your eyelashes.

That made her laugh. She playfully punched my arm. "Shut up. And do your research, it's too dangerous to just poof us there. They'd sense us before we even appeared, and the next thing you know we're burning alive right where we stand."

Well, that was comforting. "Aww, come on, don't look like that. It's gonna be easy, I promise. Look, I know it's late, why don't we take a break at a hotel? With a flick of her wrist, I was flung forward, out of the car, and onto... A bed?!!! I thought I was having a heart attack. I was hyperventilating, and I couldn't get my breath under control. I looked around, my chest starting to spasm, and we appeared to be in a hotel room.

I rolled on my back, and saw Samantha on the side of me, in pretty red babydoll lingerie. She had a smile on her face, but it's started to melt as she watched me have a semi asthma attack. "What's wrong with you?" She asked. "What type of question is that?!!" I almost screamed. "You just threw me out of a car!" This whole thing seemed amusing to her.

"Let get this straight wolf boy. I didn't throw you. I just teleported us to this hotel, because it's only 20 minutes away from my house. And second, just chill. I thought we could rest before we wrecked my house.

"Okay." My heartbeat was almost back to normal. "But what happened to the car I was driving?" She waved her hand again, and this time she made an oval-shaped bubble.

It showed the car that I was just driving, careening off course and smashing into a pump at a gas station. The explosion made me jump, and we could clearly hear the screaming and destruction too. I looked at the scene in horror. "Look what you've..."

"Hush." She interrupted me. She held her palm towards the oval and the scene reversed. Wait no, it didn't just reverse.

After it sort of reminded to before the car crashed, the car moved backward and pulled up to the gas pump, instead of colliding with it. Then, a man stepped out and looked confused. He was holding and shaking his head. He started checking his car for bumps and scratches, and then he walked into the store.

That dude completely surprised me. "Umm, who the heck is that, and where did he come from?" For some reason, she felt the need to scoot closer to me to answer the question. "He's one of the few guys in the bar that you didn't run off. Don't feel bad about it though. He was passed out drunk when you entered and he was passed out drunk when we left. I just took his keys, gave them to you, and we were on our way."

I don't see how this girl complained about her family being greedy and corrupt. They clearly have rubbed off on her. She has no morals whatsoever. That being said, I still found her interesting. She was pretty and all, but the fact that she said she could teach me magic.... That would be a great backup in case I fought against someone stronger than my werewolf form. Or in case I fought against someone or several people that betrayed me. Like Marissa.

"Sam?" Her eyes literally twinkled when I said that, she must like the nickname. "What?"

"What does your house look like?"

"It looks like two things. The first is A normal, two-story house, in a big neighborhood. The second is a four-story mansion, and all those houses that surrounded it are completely different things. A garden, a lake, golf course, etc. The people and cars that come from those houses are all a mirage."

I wish she would have shown me in the oval bubble. "But let's not worry about that," she climbed on top of me and stared into my deeply into my eyes. "Why do you like me?" I blurted out by accident. God, I hate myself. "Because I see things about you that you don't even know," She responded. "I can't wait to teach you real magic." She started to slowly kiss me, and then undid her bra. She bit my lip softly and waited till I got her straps off. I guess we weren't going to get that much sleep after all.