The Girl Who Cried Wolf

So Many Questions

Wyatt's POV

"We'll hide here, find the girl, get our moonstone, and leave this awful place," Willa said.

"I wouldn't say it's awful, they have something called fro-yo." I smiled slightly as I said this, but Willa was glaring at me. "Nope, you're right, this place is the worst." 

I looked around the hall one more time before getting in the hole. Something down the hall caught my attention just before I got in. Somebody was watching us. I stalked towards the corner and quickly rounded it showing my fangs. Nobody was there. Hmm.

"Wyatt!" Willa was calling for me. I shrugged and hid with the pack.

Gwen's POV

As I entered my house I was embraced by a very strong hug.

"Where have you been? I've been so worried!" My mother said as she held me and arms length and looked over me. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"Yes, mom, I'm fine." I rolled my eyes and shrugged off her hands.

"One of the girls from your group told us you got lost in the woods and they couldn't find you so they just came back." Worry still laced her voice.

"Of course they did. I survived though, I just saw a pack of werewolves and followed them out of the woods and watched as they hid in the school so they can find somebody tomorrow," I said matter-of-factly assuming she wouldn't believe me. Her eyes were wide as she screamed for my father and ran to him.

Now, my father is strange. He's nocturnal most of the time and has a habit of growling when he's mad. He is tall, has brownish-yellow eyes, and very brightly blonde hair. I knew something was wrong when I heard fierce whispers from across the room. Actually, now that I think about, he reminds me of the wolves. William. His name is William. My father is a werewolf! Wait. Then that means so am I. Cool! Does that mean they are looking for me? Then again, Addison has completely white hair, maybe they're looking for her. Hmmm....