The Wolfprism Chronicles: Excerpts

тεмρυs ғεℓιcιυмqυε ~Blissful Moments

"What were you doing in that museum?"

Mundane police guards. Always to straight to the point. At least it saves everybody's time.

"I was dared by my friends," I lamely replied, the excuse no doubt foolish.

The police guard looked at me skeptically. I didn't blame him. All I had to do was burn time and let Clay do the rest.

"And pigs fly," he sourly said

Quin started to laugh in a maniacal manner in the neighboring holding cell as I simply raised my eyebrows in a stare contest with the guard. It was on.

Once she calmed down, she raised her hand comically like a student. "Actually..."

"Maddiline," I rolled my eyes at her as she grinned back at me. I used her mundane name of course though she technically could be anyone.

Long story about that.

"Now I'm going to ask again, why were you in that museum when it was closed down."

Maddiline put in before I answered, "You should really check the bathrooms next time to make sure everyone is out."

The guard glared at her in annoyance and in that time, with a blur too fast for humans to see, I snatched through the bars his keys.

I let myself smile sweetly as the guard's frustrated face turned back to me. "Well..."

The police department's entrance swung open and in walked Clay, dressed in a black polo and jeans, his fiery hair slicked up in the front to a point. He looked quite charming actually.

Quin winked at me and I smiled back in accomplishment. The guard walked over to the front desk to join another lady. In a hush tone, Clay was probably telling the "true reason" we were in the Art Institute and apologizing for the horrible behavior we exhibited.

I rolled my eyes. Personally, I thought I behaved quite well. It was Quin being rude.

Quin raised her eyebrows at me at seeming to know what I was thinking. That girl may not be able to read minds but she was just as good at reading body language.

The lady in the front looked shocked at Clay as he mentioned he was my legal guardian. Sympathy act all the way with some story on how I was adopted and so on. Total crud but he was someone who had the charm to make you believe anything he said.

After signing some papers, his blue eyes looked towards the both of us with silent humor. The guard went to release us and as he stopped in front of Quin's cell, he fumbled at his belt for the missing keys. Clay immediately looked at me with disapproval but nevertheless, I smirked and silently let myself out.

"You dropped these," I said innocently as I tapped his shoulder to hand him the keys. He looked at me in surprise and then cast an aghast look toward Clay. Clay just smiled tensely and the guard muttered something about having a headache. He probably did, thanks to my glamour.

Quin thanked the guard as she stepped out the cell, her fingers settling her hair in habit. "On we go then," and like that, she skipped out the door.

I laughed softly, following. We soon raced all the way to Clay's Porsche. It was moments like this that made me think how easy things became once Clay took me in. He had transformed me into someone new. A free girl.

Clay let us in, unlocking the car. I lay fully across the back seat and closed my eyes.

"You got the code I assume?" Clay nervously asked. I could understand for if we didn't, we would be... What's that slang term? Screwed?

I think that's it.

"Of course," Quin nodded, relieving Clay.

My fingers went to my hair to play with a strand, boredom creeping up onto me when I saw the paleness of my hand and the deep red strand of hair.

"Oh Quin," I said suddenly, "Can you take off this glamour."

She spun in her seat and laughed in surprise. "Sorry about that!" With a wave of her hand, the thinness of the strand turned thick and dark, my hands tanning to a smooth brown.

"Hey, can we get one of those ice cream drinks?"

Clay raised his eyebrows, "Frappes?"

"That's it!" I pointed to the sky, almost causing a collision of y head and the car ceiling.

"Well, we are in New York Clay, it only makes sense that we take the best of it before we go home."

Clay smirked, "You girls are going to dry me out," but he had admired defeat as he took a turn into a drive thru.

It was moments like these that I was running out forever. For while Clay made me someone new, the killer I was still lingered. All she needed was a trigger.

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A/N

Hey guys! This excerpt is pulled from one of the beginning parts of the chronicles.

So what did you guys think of this new version of Wolfprism? Who do you prefer from the previous excerpts?

Activity Time!

What do you think will be Wolfprism's trigger?

Choose one and comment below!

1) A betrayal

2) A new love

3) An argument

4) Someone from her past

5) Clay or Quin dying

6) Being kidnapped