Heather sat in class, miserable and upset. She got so used to feeling Dylan's mark around her. Without his scent, Heather felt depressed.
She wondered where he could have gone. Ever since Dylan had been gone, for two days now, Heather has been feeling Damian's mark instead.
"Just one more month of summer school." Heather whispered to herself. It reminded her that her time with Dylan was short and now he's missing.
The bell rang loudly in Heather's ears. She closed them with her hand and closed her eyes. It rang so unexpectedly. Heather got up quickly and walked away.
***
Stella parked her car, just outside Damian's mansion. She wanted to know if there was anything Damian could do to help her.
She knocked on the door with three soft knocks. No one opened. She waited but still no one came.
"Hello? Damian?" She called out. Stella reached her hand out and turned the door knob.The door opened slowly. Stella peaked inside and saw how deserted the place was.
She made her way to Damian's study. Stella slowly walked over to his desk and saw a great deal of maps, books and ancient tools and relics.
"What the-"
"Stella?" Damian called out. Frightened, Stella jumped up and looked at Damian.
"What's all this?" She asked innocently.
"Nothing dear. Let me guess, you're here for help, no?" Damian smiled at her. Stella walked closer to the study entrance, where Damian was standing.
"Yes." She answered, bewildered as to how he knew.
"I can make you a werewolf, or even a vampire. You know what I am."
"Yes please Damian. I feel upset and jealous that Heather gets all the attention about being a werewolf or whatever the hell she is." Stella said as she put her hands in her jacket pocket.
"Come, why don't I make you some tea and we can have a lovely chat." Damian said as he took Stella's hand and directed her out his study. When he turned around to close the door, Jerome appeared from the shadows. Damian nodded at him before closing the door.
***
During Lunch, Heather left the school and walked through the forest. She took out her phone and dialled a number. The phone went to voice mail.
"Dylan, it's Heather, again. Please answer me." She said and put her phone back in her pocket.
Heather could hear the bell ringing in the distance. Lunch was over. She ignored the alert and walked further into the forest until she tripped and rolled down a steep hill.
She knocked her head against a rock as she fell further. Heather landed on the ground, rolling into a tree stump, knocking her head again. There she laid, unconscious.
The day went by as the sun was lowering itself in the red sky. Heather was still laying on the hard, grassy damp ground. The light of the sky made Heather's face glow up and appear smooth.
She slowly gained consciousness and opened her eyes. She blinked slowly twice before being aware of her surroundings.
Heather slowly sat up and felt her head. Her wound had completely healed but only the dry blood remained. Her body was aching from the tremendous fall down such a steep hill.
"I might as well be dead." She said to herself as she got up. Heather looked around her and saw a lake. She moved slowly, still very dizzy.
As she bent down to drink from the lake, she stopped and looked.
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Torn Between Two Worlds
Paranormal(The Bad Boy's Forbidden Love Story) Heather Langstorm. Not much words to describe her, except she's a calm teenager. But when provoked, you won't live another day. That's because she's a teenage werewolf. Werewolves and vampires are enemies and mu...
