"Did anything happen when I left after the drama yesterday?" Fabian asked, tapping his pen on the desk.
"Not really." I sighed, scanning the computer screen. "I just locked myself in my room. I didn't even come out for food."
"Don't you and Sage share a room though?" Fabian huffed, frustrated when he couldn't get the ink out of his pen.
"He's been sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms."
I snatched the pen out of Fabian's hands.
"Hey!" He exclaimed. "Give it back!"
"No," I said, deadpan.
"Why not?" He whined.
"Because you're going to spill it everywhere." I laughed. "And before you even try to convince me that you won't, I know that you will because that's exactly what you did an hour ago during Chem class."
Fabian huffed at me before turning his attention to the computer screen.
"Still haven't found anything, have you?" He questioned.
"Nope," I said, popping the p. "You think there would be something about the prophecy somewhere but there's nothing! Not in any book or on any website either. I'm starting to think that the pack's full of it."
"Careful now, Casanova. You wouldn't want to start using big boy words. You might give me a heart attack." Fabian mocked.
"I'll give you a flipping heart attack," I whispered under my breath.
"You won't." He grinned.
"And what makes you think that?" I sighed, scrolling through yet another useless paragraph.
"Because I'm your best friend and you love me." He replied, letting his forehead drop onto my shoulder.
"You know what's funny?" I laughed
"What?" He sighed.
"The fact that you're right."
"Hey!" He exclaimed as his head shot up with a big smile on his face. "You just said I was right! That means I'm not an idiot!"
"I never said that you were!" I laughed, turning back to the screen.
"Yes, you did!"
"When?" I exclaimed.
"An hour ago when I spilt my pen ink in class."
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Unlocking the front door and letting it swing open, I was greeted by a deafening silence. Not a single werewolf related noise was coming from inside. I breathed a heavy sigh, roughly closing the heavy wooden door behind me.
I was still waiting for that dream Finnegan had mentioned. The one that would help me find Michael. It was taking its time, that's for sure.
"Hello?" I called out. "Anybody here?"
Silence.
"Can't anyone ever be home when I come home from prison?" I whined, making my way to the kitchen.
I dropped my bag on the island seat closest to the fridge and pulled the doors open. I quickly scanned the shelves before deciding on the last slice of Jaxon's pizza, knowing he wouldn't mind.
Picking my bag back up, I left the kitchen and wandered down the hallway. I decided on heading up to my room and fitting a quick twelve-hour nap into three before the wolves came crashing into the house. I swear they're like living, breathing alarm clocks.
I kicked open my bedroom door before discarding my bag onto the floor beside Sage's bed. It's not like he's been using it. Although, that's partially my fault. He'll have this room all to himself once I know where I'm heading. I don't plan on sticking around for much longer.
I flopped down onto my bed, shoving the last bit of my pizza into my mouth. The dream that had started this mess had softened dramatically. Three days ago I could have described the dream so vividly, it would give somebody else nightmares. Now I couldn't even picture the room. A blur had also settled over the boy's faces, to the point where their faces were barely visible. Except for Michael's. His face was the only one that I could still see clearly.
I reached up and pulled the string that closed the blinds. Kicking off my shoes, I rolled onto my side and pulled the covers over me. The last few days had been mentally draining. I needed my four hours. If I didn't, I'd surely do something drastic.
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The walk down the driveway was long. It felt like I had been walking for hours. Colour had drained from the world, leaving behind nothing but shades of black and white. The world looked isolated and cold. Like there was no such thing as happiness.
As I walked further along the path, a house began to take shape. It was small like it only had one or two rooms. As I grew closer, I noticed details that I wouldn't have if I had kept my distance.
The paint that covered the exterior cracked and flaking, the windows either dirty or broken. The landscaping was unkempt, the grass was overgrown and there were broken branches and dead leaves everywhere. The light on the wall beside the door was hanging upside down and glass lay beneath it.
The front door was the only thing that looked new. The paint wasn't flaking off and it wasn't broken. After making my way up the mould covered steps, I stood in front of the door like I expected it to open on its own.
What was I expecting to be on the other side of that door? A pack of wolves ready to kill the first thing that walks through that door? Or the family I had been wanting to meet my entire life? With my luck, it would be my first guess.
I lifted my hand and gently rapped my knuckles against the wood. Footsteps sounded from inside the house, growing closer by the second. They stopped just inside the door as the handle twisted and the door slowly swung open.
I was met with a face that had been permanently engraved into my retinas. The same cold, blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. The same pale skin and splattering of freckles. The same old black leather jacket. This was the first piece of the puzzle. This was who I was meant to find.
Michael.
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Hey, guys, gals and fridges!
It has been too long. And I'm sorry for that.
I just haven't been in the right frame of mind to be able to write a decent chapter that you guys deserve. And that's a shitty excuse but it's all I got.
And I know I said that I wouldn't update Raised By Wolves until I had gotten Calling All The Monsters to the same amount of chapters, but it's on hold now because of writer's block. So I might not update that for a while.
Anyways, thank you so fucking much for 205 reads and 48 votes! It means a hell of a lot! Thank you so much for being patient with me and I promise to upload soon!
Also, please let me know if you would like me to publish a book that has pictures of what the characters look like in both human and werewolf form! I will probably do it anyway but it would be nice to know that it's what you guys want.
Thanks for wasting your time on me!
~Daxton🌈
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Werewolf*BOOK ONE IN THE RAISED SERIES* Growing up without a home or a family is hard for most people. Even harder for some. But Cassiel never really minded. He learned at a very young age that people come and go. That everything and everyone is only tempor...
