ʟᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀʀꜱ

four

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After class, Bosco and Daya met each other on the quad.

"How was class, Wolfie?" Bosco greeted as their hands interlocked.

Daya rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Pretty horrible."

They started to walk, hand in hand, back to the dorms.

While Daya was ecstatic that Bosco not only knew about her being a werewolf but also loved it, she was starting to get in her head about it. She didn't regret telling her, not at all, but now she was unsure of what to do about the journey she and Crystal were about to go on. She hadn't thought that far ahead.

Bosco noticed her girlfriend's glum face.

"What's up?"

Daya slowed her walking pace until she completely stopped, halting Bosco as well. Bosco looked at her expectantly with a raised brow, slight concern growing.

"I just," Daya started then paused. "Can we go over there?"

She pointed to a spot not too far away, away from the sidewalk they were on. They walked over and sat down on the bench under the tree.

"I just- It's that- So, you see," Daya tried and failed, finding it hard to find the words. If Bosco didn't already know so, she would think Daya was crazy. "You know that I'm a werewolf."

Bosco smiled crookedly.

"Yeah?"

"Well, when you're a werewolf, there's this thing you have to do. And me and Crystal have to go do it soon." She was doing a terrible job of explaining, she knew, and the look on Bosco's face proved that further.

"Well, if it's as bad of a thing as you're making it seem like, do you really have to do it?" Bosco inquired. "Or if you guys need anything, I'm sure Gigi and I are willing to help. I know I am."

Daya shook her head.

"It's not a bad thing, really. It's what the wolves were born to do. And it's not really something you or Gigi could help with. Crystal and I have to... leave."

Bosco furrowed her eyebrows.

"Leave?" she echoed. "To go where? Why?"

Daya shrugged, realizing she really didn't know much about the wolf's journey. The slight interest glimmering in Bosco's eyes pushed her previous nerves away.

"I don't actually know," she said. "When Crystal and I were little, our father told us about how every wolf's purpose in life is to take a journey. 'To meet with the stars'." Her voice dropped low and her eyes looked far away, looking back to the past, as she recalled what her dad had said. A pang shot dully through her heart at the memory.

"How do you know you have to go soon?"

"Me and Crystal get this... feeling. It's hard to describe, but it's like a tingling, a calling to follow. It's been happening for a while, but now it's getting harder to stay away from, to refrain from wolfing out and chasing after the stars." She paused. "Me and Crystal have no other explanation other than it's our time to go."