A newly triggered werewolf attends the Salvatore Boarding School. Having to deal with her new found strength and anger issues, Alexandria Sinclair tries her best to make her way through the supernatural world, all while falling for a certain tribrid...
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Grief can be a fickle experience. Described as a natural emotional response due to the loss of someone or something. Whether it be family, friends, a lover, a pet or even a favourite childhood toy, grief can tear and break even the strongest of people. It is something that creeps up on someone. Settling in the depths of one's heart. Ringing like a church bell, echoing loudly in one's mind and body every time they are reminded.
Grief is often put into five stages. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. Some will say that understanding the five stages can help an individual move on from their grief. Some will say that getting through them is a sign of growth.
But sometimes, those five aren't enough.
In a lounge bar located in the heart of New York, several spotlights and black lights were used to create a saturated glow. Downtempo electronic music filled the area as several people came to drink and socialise.
Alexandria had a different plan for her night. As she strutted through the room, she made her way over to the bar to find a man sulking, staring down an empty glass.
Despite the many people at the bar chatting and having a laugh, the seats next to him remained empty. The hybrid tucked her hands into the pocket of her jacket as she took the seat to his left.
In his disoriented state, the man sluggishly looked over to see who had sat next to him. But his eyes widened and with a gasp, he jumped out of his seat and fell onto the ground. The people around them turned their heads and began whispering about the clearly drunken man on the floor.
"Oh, my. It looks like you've seen a ghost," the Sinclair commented as she leaned her elbow on the bar. "I'm so sorry about him... I came to take him home," she assured the bartender and faked embarrassment.
The bartender frankly, didn't get paid enough to care so he didn't say a word and left to attend to another customer at the end of the bar.
"You're going to follow me, and you're not gonna say a word."
Despite every bone in his body screaming to run away, Travis followed Alexandria. The hybrid had led him to a shady, more secluded part of New York.
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They eventually came upon an old abandoned power plant. There wasn't a single person for miles. The building was destroyed, loose debris all over the floor. The metal railings and supports were completely covered in rust. Faded and chipped graffiti scattered on the empty walls. The roof of the building had given out years ago, allowing light from the moon to shine through.
Alexandria had come upon a clearing and suddenly snatched Travis by the back of his collar to throw him onto the ground. Travis began hyperventilating but kept his head to the ground.
