What if you were given a second chance at life? How would you do things differently?
To Kapriella, a tragic situation takes her life. However, an angel from above has a different fate in mind for her. Sending her back to her body, the angel sets he...
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𓃠 "𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝." —
"You did what?" Dyanna covered her mouth in shock.
"Yeah, it was pretty bad." I shook my head.
"You know Gab is going to kill you." Dyanna rolled her eyes.
"I know! It wasn't my fault that I'm lactose intolerant. It was a really bad night." I picked up my chocolate milk since it was lunch time at school.
"Wait a minute... why are you drinking that!" Dyanna caught me.
Fuck.
"OH! I just remembered I took my pills today." I laughed it off.
"Right. The pills." Dyanna eyed me suspiciously.
I clicked my tongue on my teeth as I watched the front entrance of the cafeteria. I didn't know who I was waiting for, but my eyes knew.
The man I had been waiting for finally walked through the front entrance with unbelievable power. There was something about him that had changed. Not to mention his new tattoo that rested on his neck. Available for all to see.
August.
His eyes landed on me after his eyes searched the swarm of kids sitting at the cafeteria. My eyes wanted to look away, but there was dominance attitude playing on his face as if he had all control. I didn't want him to think that I was weak. I wasn't. Wait, maybe a little, but he didn't need to know that.
He walked across the room towards me without making it seem like a big deal. Henry appeared out of nowhere and sat across from me. Henry no longer looked like he wanted to play friendly. August slide right beside him as they both had a hard gaze on home. Henry diverted his eyes eventually, but August wasn't letting his eyes go anywhere.
"You want to be with us or without us?" August set his elbows on the table gently and talked with a calm tone of voice. I could tell he was trying to hold something in.
The bell rang and students started flooding out of the cafeteria. Dyanna looked at me with curiosity, but she lifted her bag slowly to leave. Henry stood up and blocked her way. So she sat back down.
August reached to his pocket and set the gun on the table without lifting his gaze off me.
"What the hell, August?" Dyanna rolled her eyes.
"You bitches in or not?" August tilted his head.
"In what?" I asked slowly. I needed to make sure I asked the right questions and careful ones too.
"Oh you know." He laughed looking at Henry. "The usual."
"I'm not catching on." I looked up at Henry, but he has his eyes diverted away from mine.
"Do I really gotta explain this shit?" He lifted the gun and played with it. "Fine, kappy. I want you to.. I want you to kill someone for me."
He smirked lifting his head up high letting his new tattoos show off. My eyes lingered a second longer than it should've.
"Kill who?"
August cracked his neck and looked towards me sternly. "Let's start with... the jock. The one Dyannie has a little thing going with."
"Start with? You mean there's more?" I gulped, holding onto my school bag tighter.
"You are crazy! I'm leaving." Dyanna stood up but was brought back down by Henry. "I can't."
Dyanna started crying.
"But why us?? And-and why would you go after someone like the jock? Why him?" I started panicking. My voice was giving away my fear. I no longer wanted to be apart of whatever Henry and August had going on.
"Oh come on. It'll be fun. It's just your practise round, baby." August stood up leaving his gun resting on the table. "I want it done by sunset." He left. Walking away as if nothing ever happened.
Henry sat down looking straight into my eyes. "Do as he says. You are on our side now. Trust me, the jock, has done really bad things like rape, murder, and etcetera. Just get it done." He got up checking his phone for anything important as he walked out the doors.
I was left there sitting with my eyes closed. Dyanna started freaking out, but I muted her out. I could not believe one bad thing led to another bad thing and now I'm dealing with werewolf teenagers with their predatory games. I started smacking my forehead with the palm of my hand.
