Werewolf Academy

Chapter 1: Captured

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"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream"
-Edgar A. Poe

Chapter 1
Captured

I woke up panting with sweat beaded on my forehead, looking around the dark mysterious room. My senses were aware and on edge, trying to locate where the loud crashing sound had come from.

If I didn't know better, I would have thought it was Santa Clause.

Except that is was in the middle of May.

I scanned the empty twin bed next to mine with blurry eyes. I was only able to see through the light from the moon shining through the window behind the bed. My fingers scrunched the CareBare blanket beneath me.

I was quite fond of that thing.

Something wasn't right because the empty bed next to me, wasn't supposed to be empty.

Where was the occupant?

I started panicking as I ran a hand through my blonde hair that was matted against my forehead. Only one word came to mind.

Sh!t.

Getting up, my instincts kicking in along with a full dose of adrenalin, I slowly made my way over to the door on the other side of small room consisting of two small twin beds and two drawers.

And of course my CareBare Blanket.

I stuck my body against the wall as I opened door a crack.The light quickly poured through the small opening in the door, causing my heart to sore through my chest, reach the great beyond, and return in a flat 1.2 seconds.

My thoughts shifted as I heard more strange ruckus.
"Please don't let it be, Them."

Them as in Santa Clause and his glow-in-the-dark horn-less unicorn.

I opened the door wider, squinting as the light blinded me for a second.

I slid out of the room and onto the closest wall that was blocking the incoming light. My back was pressed to the wall, as I tried to reason with my head.

In....Out....In....Out....In.....okay perverted thoughts filled my head. Screw that dirty mind.

Gathering up my confidence, that was diminishing by the second, I kept my back glued to the wall as I saw the bright light was coming from the plain kitchen.

What would Liam Neeson do in my case?

"Go for the danger," he coached me in my head.

The strange feeling of the cliche moments in many movies filled my gut.

I automatically stopped when I heard hushed voices. It could be anyone. Santa Clause could be plotting my death, ready to send his avenging garden gnomes after me.