Enzo and I both let out sighs of relief, but were quickly cut off by Luke before we could say anything else. “But… My disguise isn’t gonna work for much longer. People are starting to notice the weird, skinny guy walking around campus in baggy clothes with his face and hands covered at all times.”
Nina “Nina… Taylor is in the hospital.” I felt my heart drop as I registered what my mother just told me over the phone. Everything, from the Half-Moon Tournament to the Mad Wolf serum to Luke’s sudden transformation, seemed like nothing now. “I’ll be there as soon as possible,” I said hastily
The nurse muttered another word of apology before leaving, shutting the sliding door behind her to give us privacy. Once we were alone, I felt my mother’s hand on my back. I shrugged her off and whipped my head up, glaring at her. “I can’t believe you’d let it come to this,” I growled, feeling rag
Nina My eyes widened at my mother’s words. “What?” I asked, momentarily pulling away from Taylor as my hands started to shake. “How do you--” My mother sighed and bowed her head. She was silent for several long moments that felt like an eternity before looking back up at me with tears in her e
Enzo Our second hockey match in the Half-Moon tournament came all too quickly. I felt as though I had absolutely no time at all to figure out the situation with Edward or, more importantly, talk to Nina about what happened with her brother before I was forced to train for the next match, which wou
Nina “You guys did amazing tonight. Get your shit together and get to the bar. We’re celebrating.” The team was silent for a few moments after I spoke. Enzo continued to stare down at me with an expression on his face that I couldn’t read, although I could tell that part of him wanted me to
“Drill sergeant made us practice this morning. Could use the team doctor in case anything goes wrong… And bagels, maybe? I’ll pay you back.” I frowned as I read the text. Had his father still convinced him and the rest of the team to train this early, and on a Saturday morning, no less? Sighing,
Nina I stood there, in the middle of the quad as I clutched the paper bag full of bagels in my hand, staring at Justin’s horrifying, plastic smile. “Edward helped me,” he said. “He’s a really good counselor. Before, I felt so vicious and feral because of those drugs, but now I feel better than e