Dark Moon

Chapter 2

   After hearing the news from Alexa, I couldn't stop thinking about how things are going to change. Maybe things won't even change or they will drastically change. I have no idea about what could happen and it bothers me.

   When I get home, I notice Alexas dads car. It's only 3:00, my dad should still be at work. Confused I walk to my house as quick as I can. "This can't be happening right now. I can tolerate the other wolves but these mutts I won't stand for! Especially that Alpha. He is so arrogant and proud, it makes me want to puke." I can hear my dad ranting in the kitchen to John.

   I walk into the kitchen and see my fathers angry face. The vein in his neck looked like it was about to blow. "Hey dad..." I quietly announced my presence. My fathers quickly diverts his attention to me, "Oh, hi sweetheart. I'm sorry about the yelling, things are just tense right now."

   "It's okay, I understand. So it's true, they are actually coming back?" I ask nervously. I don't want to continue my fathers anger but I had to ask. My father didn't even need to say a word, I could tell by his and Johns body language, it was true.

   My dad moved toward me and put a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it Amelia, John and I will handle it." I take a hard swallow and nod. What could they possibly do? Two middle aged men, with beer bellies cannot take on a pack of werewolves, especially not these ones.

   Instead of retorting, I just nod my head and go up to my bedroom. Throwing my bags on the floor, I flop onto my bed as quickly as possible. It's only be one day of senior year and I am already mentally exhausted. I'm just grateful I don't have any homework to worry about.

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   I spent at least two hours, laying in bed on my phone. Becoming tired of switching between Instagram and Tik Tok, I notice my hunger. I look up at my phone and see it's 5:30, almost dinner time. Ugh, the thought of dinner makes my stomach growl loudly.

   I reluctantly get out of bed and walk towards my vanity. Jesus! Looking back at me through the mirror, I notice how rugged I look. My mascara is smudged from rubbing my eye, making it look like I was just left at the alter. My clothes have somehow become all wrinkly and my hair is a birds nest. Literally, I bring my hand to the back of my head, only to feel a ratted knot.

   I make my way to the bathroom to wash my face. While I was waiting for the water to heat up, I grab two cotton swabs. Running the swab under the water, I put some face wash onto the cotton. I don't have any make-up wipes, so this is how I improvise. I swipe the cotton swap under my eyes, making sure to get every spec of mascara. I wash my face to get the rest of my make-up off and take out a hairbrush. I let out a deep breath, this is going to take awhile.

   After, slowly brushing the knots out of my hair, I through my hair up into a ponytail and go back to my room. I happily take off my tight and uncomfortably as hell skinny jeans and slip into my navy blue sweat pants. I already feel so much better now that I have my ability to breathe again. I also replace my pink tank top with a white sweatshirt that says GreenHill across the chest. I check myself in the mirror and take in my appearance.

   My dark brown eyes no longer have black smudged underneath them, and my wavy brown hair is tamed in a simple pony tail. My outfit isn't nice but it matches and is comfy so it's good enough for me. Smiling at myself throw the mirror, I give myself an approving nod and make my way downstairs.

   "Hey dad, what's for dinner?" I yell as I walk down the stairs. Turning into the kitchen, I see my dad sitting at the table. His salt and pepper hair was combed neatly, and his plaid shirt had the sleeves rolled up. He appeared as a regular father, with no role in the town but in reality he was the leader. The face I see everyday and night is the face of GreenHill, the face that makes the towns executive orders. It baffles me really.