Rebecca is the girl from Adriana's math class btw.
"You never regret being kind." –Nicole Shepherd
Chapter 20
The thoughts are outrageous. There is no doubt in my mind that humans will win this war, and the war is ending.
"Hey Rebecca!" I call out across the lawn. "Toss me another bag." After preparing for the day, Sevastyan and I ventured out to the 'big scene'—the neighborhood where the attack occurred. A bunch of people had gathered together and put us on clean-up duty.
The rebels left a mess.
The rebels.
The fact is so strange to comprehend. There are humans in the world who cared enough to band together and fight for the monsters? To die for them?
They are far from tactful though, the rebels focused more on vandalism from what I could tell.
"Hey Adriana?"
"Yes?" I turn to Rebecca.
"Do you want to come help out at the animal shelter tomorrow? Lately, they've been getting rowdy," she asks with a laugh.
"Sure," I hesitate and glance at Sevastyan.
"I'm sure he'll be fine," she laughs as she catches my gaze, "maybe he can actually speak animal and shut them up."
I smile awkwardly at the statement and we both get back to work.
The rebels are on my mind.
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A sharp ringing breaks my thought process. I swiftly return back to reality and answer my phone. I am still cleaning the wreckage from the amateur attack.
"Hello-"
"Adriana Cortez?" the man on the line cuts me off.
"Yes, this is she-"
"Report to Headquarters."
The line goes dead.
"That was quick," I mutter to myself and motion for Sevastyan to follow.
Lately questions have been running through my mind. Instead of enjoying life, I am questioning everything. This is not a way to live.
I hug Rebecca goodbye and Sevastyan and I follow the pavement to my father's work.
There is a going to be a point where I will stop asking, and just do. However that point has not come.
My pace increases when I think about my father. The call must have been about him. He could have been hurt or worse.
My strides quicken and I am immediately let into the gated facility.
I don't stop to question, I just go.
Sevastyan stays right by my side when we enter the busy underground. There is a crackling sound and Sevastyan suddenly falls.
"Sevastyan!" I scream in surprise. Men flank him and I feel the electricity in the air.
"Give him a double dose," a man yells.
"No!" I say defending Sevastyan, "leave him alone." I struggle from my restraints as Sevastyan tumbles over and is dragged into a security vehicle. "Stop!"
I don't care who that is, no one should be treated this way.
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Werewolf"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying 'I will try again tomorrow.'"-Mary Radmacher Adriana is raised in a high class society that is disgusted with biological anomalies. She's been mistaken f...
