Piper and her mom have been on the run from her abusive father for years. No matter whey they hide, he always seems to find them.
When her mom takes Piper to the town she grew up, Piper meets family members, new classmates, and a mysterious boy who...
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Piper Lancaster
I quickly throw on my gray jacket and rush out the door before I could hear my mom's protests from her office. I see Bailey in a black truck looking at his phone waiting for me. I hop in the front seat, not closing the door too loudly. I woke up with a major headache this morning. I used to get them when I was younger, but they stopped. I just hope they aren't here to stay. I cannot afford to add migraines to my list of problems right now.
"Morning Piper, how did you sleep?" He asks as he shifts the car into gear, and we make our way down the street.
"Just fine." I lie. I could not fall asleep. It felt like I was running on adrenaline the whole time. My heart could not stop racing and my brain would not fall asleep. Maybe I should talk to Mom... or maybe Uncle Thomas. I have moved all over my whole life, so I know that it's not my body acclimating to the weather. But I haven't shifted or conjured magic... what if I am starting to?
"I know you're lying, but I won't push on it." He said as we turn to the corner of the neighborhood. I give him a side eye.
"How did you..." I draw out my sentence. Bailey smirks.
"Another perk about being a werewolf. My senses are very sensitive and strong. I can hear your heartbeat and breathing." He said. I rest my head on the headrest behind me.
"So, you notice when I'm lying." I murmur. Bailey nods his head. He clears his throat, looks at me and then back at the road.
"Um, also I wanted to say that, well you have very pretty eyes." I heard him say softly. I look at him, my head still resting on my seat. Sometimes I forget that I have heterochromia. I have a blue eye on my left and a golden brown on my right. It's become so normal to me, that I usually forget. But then I meet new people who always point it out, and they can't stop staring. I adjust in my seat.
"See, this whole thing is not fair. I can't tell when you're lying." I say. I hear him laugh.
"I'm not lying. I wanted to tell you on the roof last night, but I didn't think the timing was right." He said quickly. He seems nervous. I want to have a little fun with him.
"Right, because giving me a compliment requires a certain mood. You a little flustered, Bailey?" I ask him because I see his ears get red. They turn darker.
"What, no! I've just giving you a compliment. I think your eyes are pretty!" He said, his voice a little louder. He starts saying, but I begin to talk over him.
"Oh, I don't need no werewolfie senses to know you are lying now, Bailey. I see right through you!" I shout back, the truck getting loud quickly. I feel a small agitation, but I swallow it down. I know it's not coming from me. The feeling dissipates with hesitancy but goes away none the less.
