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All Hallow's Eve is rumored to be a time when the supernatural forces are at peak performance but it's just a rumor. There's nothing about it that has any impact on the supernatural world. Carved pumpkins were scattered around the town as were blood-worded banners that swayed drunkly in the autumn winds.

Many of the Crystal Cove High students rocked up in heterochromatic costumes while others remained in their usual apparel. Three magic wielding students decided to dress as they were - witches. It took days of convincing but Koh managed to break Monroe's defenses.

Both wore provocatively short black dresses but Koh's had spaghetti straps while Monroe's had long sleeves made from spider webs. Mona had vines coiled around her exposed arms, legs and in her dreadlocks but other than that, she was dressed normally. As for Aden, he thought the idea of dressing up was redundant, firmly refusing to be persuaded by his female counterparts.

Monroe found her way to her locker, shortly before the final bell sounded and after it did, a familiar anxiety was felt from behind her. "Hi," James' low voice sounded. Monroe swallowed hard, trying to ignore the frivolous thoughts of him that ran through her mind. "I never pegged you for the Halloween type."

She turned around, being pierced by his brown eyes hard enough to make her gasp. "... Er... Koh's idea," she barely uttered through her wild thoughts.

"Any luck with the... Vervain Vodka?"

She shook her head, finally regaining her nonchalant nature. "Just recipe after recipe of vodka-based drinks." She closed her locker before leaning against it with her lips pursed into a straight line. She could sense the intensity of the thoughts that matched hers. Her heartbeat became erratic when he lessened the distance between them.

"About the other day-" he started with a faint stutter "-I... Um..." He cut himself off before rubbing the back of his neck. "Amun's working late..." Again he cut himself off. Leaning into her, catching her by surprise, his lips locked into hers and his hands gripped around her witch costume. "Come with me."

They ran towards the parking lot, roughly rampaging into the Wrangler before Monroe engulfed it into an oblivious black ball of mist. They reappeared in James' room, Wrangler haphazardly parked in the driveway. Him, slowly slipping his hands underneath the skirt of her costume and her, tightening her grip around his neck.

Layer by layer and caress after caress they stripped the other, never parting lips unless it was utterly essential. Nothing separated them from each other as he guided her in the slow, sweat-wet dance of ecstasy. A faint growl escaped from the young alpha as his claws pierced into his headboard, breaking off a piece of the mahogany.

Monroe was silent more the most part, only letting out soft hums or pleasurable moans when James' inner wolf surfaced. Her let down hair was scattered over the pillow like rays of a black sun while her body glistened from their dance.

Then it was over.

He held her in his arms as she lightly breathed away the passing time and he, all the while, merely strokes her arm. Before either one could attempt to fall asleep, a mellow meow signaled the entry of Binx. The pessimistic pussy pranced about as he played with laces from an abandoned sneaker.

James' bedroom door spewed open and in came a more livid than ever Dominic. Frightened to wits end, Monroe clutched James' shirt to her body while the anger dissipated from Dominic and was replaced by disbelief. With sneering growl, he leaped for James.