Marissa

"I smelled him! I know I did!" Jamie said, running at full speed.

"Okay, but could you wait for the rest of us?!" Donovan shouted. We had traveled all the way to Seattle looking for Allen. We did find a newling werewolf, but it wasn't Allen. This man couldn't cope with what he'd become, and went insane. When he was human, all he did was mumble, "It's not real, none of this is real. Karen is still there. Benjamin is still there." In his wolf form, he ran around attacking anything that moved.

Luckily, he was bitten by a new generation werewolf, so he didn't have the huge wolf man form that Allen had, and his wolf form was smaller than ours. We put him down and left his body for police to find. We would have given him a burial, but the police were probably already looking for him.

"Who do you think did this?" I asked Jamie, ignoring Donovan. We hadn't talked since our last argument. Everytime he looked at me, I looked away. I didn't want to make eye contact and I didn't want him reading my mind.

"This was an accident." Jamie said. "He got into a bar fight with the wrong guy. He was bitten, then he made the mistake of coming home. He filed a police report, and later, he went outside to talk to the police."

"You know, there was a pretty big moon last night. And it was yellow." Donovan jumped into the conversation, ruining Jamie's story.

Instead of telling him to shut up, I but my lip and didn't respond. "Yea," said Jamie. "Anyways, while he was talking to the police outside, he started acting.... You know."

Yeah, I knew.

"He started attacking the police. His daughter and son, Karen and Benjamin tried to pull their father off the police, and..."

I breathed deeply. His words rang in my head.

"Karen is still there. Benjamin is still there." I was glad I didn't have Jamie's gift. He could see things that people thought of most. The things they hated. Loved. Coveted. Regretted.

He probably knew the man's worst secrets. It made my skin crawl that Donovan could do something similar to me just because he was my Alpha.

Suddenly, I smelled something familiar. Donovan and Jamie did too, because they raised their heads just like I raised mine. "Could that be..."

"It is, it definitely is," said Don, with a perverted smile on his face. We all could sense, and smell, Danielle. The scent just came out of nowhere, which means that there is more magic involved than we originally thought.

Still... What was up with that smile on Donovan's face? Since when did he like Danielle?

It frustrated me a little, but then I realized this means he might leave me and Allen alone.

That is.... If we ever find him.

"Let's go." Without a second thought, we all changed into our wolf forms and ran as fast as we could.

The longer it took, the more my hope diminished. What if she was being killed by some supernatural creature? What is some Mage sold her, or used her as a test subject?

I needed Danielle alive so I could find Allen.

After a while, we finally made it back to California from Washington. Her scent was unnaturally strong now, so potent I could still smell it as clear as day at the state line.

It also was coming from Sardis Park, the same place Allen and Danielle saved us. I hoped this was my chance to return the favor. The first thing we came across was a big man with a tree that fell on top of him. One of the trunks had shoved it's way through his left shoulder, and his head was caved in because of the tree. Even if there was a small possiblity he could still be alive and heal, I doubted it.

Danielle's scent was all around us. We just needed to find her. I kept walking until I smelled another type of blood. That's when we found them. Danielle was laying on the ground, looking like a crash test dummy. If I wasn't able to hear her heartbeat, I would've thought she was dead.

That was hardly a good sign though. Her heartbeat was beating slower than usual.

There was two men standing over her, and one of them looked like his whole face had been crushed. It seemed to be healing, but very slowly. They were standing completely still, so it appeared as though they had not seen us yet.

"Okay, here's the plan," Donovan said to us with our mental connection. It was the first time we connected since our last fight.

He explained his strategy, and we silently got into formation. We got ready to attack when one of the vampires turned around and looked directly at our hiding spots.

"What the fuck are y'all doing?" He asked.

I was so surprised I just walked out in the open.

"If you saw us why didn't you say something?" I asked. I was kinda disappointed. I thought we got the drop on these idiots.

"I thought you were the ones who caught us."

He replied, stepping over Danielle's body and moving closer to us. The other, with the messed up face, turned his back to us. "I mean, we are clearly hiding something, right?" Don't you want to know who this is?" He motioned towards Danielle, who was still unconscious.

If I wasn't stupid, I would've known what he was trying to do. He dashed at me with one hand raised, his palm open. Donovan and Jamie both jumped and grabbed one of his arms. They tried to pin him, but there was a bizarre blur, like how the air looks wavy when it's hot outside.

They dove to the ground, thinking they had pinned him down, but in reality, he had vanished.

My body felt heavy, like the gravity multiplied times 20.

I heard a laugh behind me. I tried to turn and fight, but every little move made my skin burn and peel off. Smoke was rising from my body, but as long as I didn't move, I couldn't feel the heat.

"You must've thought I was a vampire," he said, and I watched as Donovan and Jamie started to disintegrate and become part of the ground.

Samantha

I was so happy I had Allen as my backup. He was one of the werewolves descended from the ancients, so he was powerful as hell, even though it had only been a couple of days since he was human. He still had strength while I had almost nothing left to give. Without him, I would've died or quit before we made it to the living room.

He also kept my mind at ease. I started to think about when this was over, and just laying in his arms for hours on end. I didn't want anything else to think about. Nothing else was a priority.

And in bed... That wolf girl must have taught him some tricks the night before he met me. I don't wanna brag but... wait a second. She turned him into a werewolf at some point before he met me. He met them that exact day.

Did she... Did he... Did he get his werewolf powers from a blowj-

"Sam? Hey, Sam." Allen was snapping his fingers, trying to get my attention.

"I was just joking! Geez!"

He gave me a confused look.

"What?" He asked, and looked from me to Donna.

"Oh. Nevermind." I said. I'm glad that was just in my head. I was never going to tell him that I read his mind and new everything about him. I would never tell him that I knew about the werewolf girl. That would take the trust out of our relationship.

He started at me intently for a few seconds before moving on.

"It's time to bust this ghost."

"Um, it's not a ghost, it's just a physical manifesta-"

"It's imitating your dead father, and that's close enough." Allen took his fist, and punched straight through the wall. He removed his arm from the hole, and there was small glowing white lines around the hole.

"This might work," he murmured, and ran down the stairs.

I turned toward Donna, and almost jumped of my skin. Aside from looking like a horror villain, she looked like she was in pain. There were small tendrils of black smoke seeping from her body.

"Donna... How long do you think-"

"Hush," she said. She gave me a warm smile. "It's my own fault. We'll talk after I get you the necklace."

She dissolved and dispersed into smoke. It, or she, flew down the stairs and all around the house. I heard a cacophony of crashes and noises below. I guess Allen had already started.

Allen

I felt amazing. I finally turned into the wolf man form on purpose, with my own free will. The only difference is that my body felt fatigued. It felt like I should've done some stretches first, or something. Either way, I left the bedroom, jumped all the way down the balcony into the living room, and got to work. I still had a bad feeling, and I hadn't seen that short humanoid creature yet, but I felt like something was watching me. I wasn't sure if it was that creature, or the house itself.

The first thing I attacked was the bricks at the fireplace. The fire went out, even though I did nothing to it. Then I started punching through paintings and portraits, straight into the wall.

At first, I thought she would be mad I was ruining the photos, but after I punched the first one, the image burned, and started to fold in on itself.

"I'm gonna tear you alive for trespassing boy." A deep, bodyless voice boomed through the darkness.

"You aren't even real," I replied. "Don't waste my time."

I started to destroy more of their property, when I heard a jingling sound. Was it that short creature from before? I searched around, but saw nothing. The chandeliers started to dim, giving the room a similar feeling to the one it had earlier, when Donna was preventing us from reaching their mother. It wouldn't be hard for me to see in the dark. The problem was I didn't know where to look, and who to look for.

I knew I was about to be attacked. But I was sure that the curse wouldn't be dumb enough to attack me in their father's form. I would see that coming, so it might disguise itself into something I wouldn't notice. In fact, it could've been that short humanoid creature I saw earlier.

"Look up." Something whispered quickly. I had just enough time to move add one of the chandeliers almost fell on top of my head.

"Again." The voice whispered. This time, it was so close to me I thought I might get a chance to see it, but I should've dodged when it told me to. The chandelier came crashing down on my head, and the lights activated a couple of seconds before it hit me, so it illuminated the pitch black room, and it burned my skin.

There were several random parts of my body burning. I was pretty sure that burning feeling was starting to spread too.

"I'm gonna bury you in the backyard boy." The disembodied voice growled.

Samantha

Allen and Donna gave me motivation, but I still felt like hell. It hurt to walk. It hurt to talk. It hurt to breathe. It seemed like I was using alot of energy just to stand up, and that doing anything else could make me pass out.

But I had to persevere. There was no way I was going to give up when we were so close.

My mother was on her last breath, and my sister.... I was pretty sure she was right along with her. The curse would give me nightmares. I imagined them dying so many times since I left that the real thing, happening right now, felt surreal.

I took one last look at my mother, her hands up to her face, probably trying to pray away the evil that surrounded this house and our family.

"It's too late for that." I thought sadly. I took a deep breath, embraced the pain, and left the room.