"I don't have Claws, or fur, or glowing wolf eyes, all I have are the voices in my head."
Evelyn Moore had always been a peculiar girl. She sees people that aren't there and hears voices in her head. Now to some people, this might freak them out, or...
"What do you mean you're dead?" Jared asked, just as confused as the rest of the boys.
The girl smiled as she walked around the boys, taking a seat on the fallen tree. "Just that. I'm dead." she shrugged as if talking to a dead girl is normal.
"Wait, if you're dead, how can we see you?" Seth asked pointing toward the girl with a confused and scared look on his face.
The girl smiled at the young boy, "Some spirits can appear to a certain few. I happen to be one of them."
"Wait, can Evelyn see you?" Jared asked.
The girl nodded, "She can see me, as well as every other spirit. She's one of the few left that has that power."
"Wait, so Evelyn can communicate with dead people?" Quil questioned, still not believing they were talking to the spirit of a dead girl.
"Of course she can, she's a Banshee," she responded as if they were stupid.
"I thought Banshee's were just a myth," Sam commented.
"They are very much real. She is one of the last of their kind."
Seth looked at Sam, "What's a Banshee?"
"Ever heard of a wailing women? Their screams mean someone will die soon. They are harbingers for death."
Before anyone got a chance to respond the girl disappeared.
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Evelyn woke up in a cold dark room. Underneath her was a cement ground, the wallpaper was peeling off, and it smelled of mildew and mold. She quickly got to her feet and ran towards the door. She pulled at it, only for it not to move an inch. She tugged again, but still nothing, "Help!" she screamed, banging on the door. "Someone! Help!" tears of fear started running down her cheeks, " Help, please,"
The sound of a door creaking open caused Evelyn to whip around. She saw a door creaking open. Evelyn took a cautious step towards the door, "Hello?" she called out. When she received no answer she pushed the door open more, but what she saw made her heart stop.
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Paul ran through the woods, his large paws pounding against the ground, the rest of the pack following close behind. Finally, they came across an old abandoned house. Its door was hanging off its hinges, windows were shattered, and the roof looked like it was going to collapse at any second. The pack strained their ears, listening for any sign of Evelyn.
They heard banging coming from the back of the house. Everyone ran to the back where they saw a small run-down garage, "Lyn?" Paul called, using the nickname he had given her.
More banging sounded from inside, "Paul! Paul help me!" Evelyn yelled, continuing to try to open the door.
Paul ran forward, "Hang on, we're gonna get you out. Step back." Paul, Jared, Jacob, and Sam each grabbed ahold of the door. With all of their strength, they pulled at the door. The door ripped off its hinges and inside the room stood a scared Evelyn, dried tears stained her cheeks. Blood dripped down her face from the cut on her forehead. Her skirt was ripped, and her hair which was once in a ponytail was now matted and fell down her back.
Evelyn ran forward and jumped into Paul's awaiting arms. Paul wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her. Evelyn wrapped her legs around his waist, burying her face into the crook of his neck. "You're okay, I got you," he whispered kissing the top of her head as she cried.
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Evelyn sat curled up on Emily's couch, a blanket wrapped around her. "How did you guys find me?" she asked.
The boys exchanged a look, and finally, Paul spoke up, "We talked to a girl,"
Evelyn furrowed her eyebrows, "I don't understand,"
"We talked to a ghost." Quil blurted.
Evelyn paled, "What? No you couldn't have," she spoke shaking her head.
Embry smirked, "It's not that hard to believe when vampires and shapeshifters exist."
Evelyn's head whipped towards the boy, "What?"
Sam glared at the younger boy. Embry stammered, trying to come up with a way to recover from what he just said.
"I thought vampires and werewolves were stories you told kids," Evelyn spoke slowly standing up.
"Oh, we're real alright. And we are awesome." Embry cockily smiled at her.
Fear flashed across Evelyn's features. Paul saw this and went to comfort her. Evelyn flinched away from Paul's touch, causing Paul's heart to clench. She was scared of him, his imprint was scared of him.
Evelyn slowly back towards the door, not wanting to be near them. Jared furrowed his eyebrows, slowly approaching the girl. "Eve? Are you okay?"
"Stay away from me, please," she ordered as she thrust a hand out. A force pushed him back, stopping Jared from touching her. Evelyn stared down at her hands, breathing heavily.
"Evie? Honey? You're okay, I promise." Emily went to place a hand on her shoulder, but Evelyn pulled back shaking her head.
"No. If you saw her that means I'm not crazy. That means they're real."
With that said, she rushed out the door. Leaving a broken-hearted Paul standing in the house surrounded by a bunch of confused and sad wolves.
