Chronicles of the Marked Luna

Caitlyn’s POV“I hate her stupid face!” I snarled as I got into the car. Rage simmered in my chest as I watched my father apologize on my behalf to Lucy's parents. “Let's go dad!” “You zip it right now young lady!” My mum shot back loudly. The longer I watched l, the more pissed off I was. My dad shook hands with the brat’s father before returning to the car. I could feel his disappointment as he drove in silence. What was supposed to be an amazing soccer game under the ambience of the full moon was ruined because of Lucy. She soaked my jersey in bleach and I was made to sit on the bench the whole game. “Dad, I know ___”“No,” He muttered with deep breaths. “We taught you better. Anger is not an emotion to dwell in, don't you remember anything?” “Honey,” My mum ran her fingers up his arm. I had never seen my dad that upset before.“Lucy is going to be okay. She's going to be left with a black eye for the next couple of days but other than that, she will be fine,” “Lucky the par

Caitlyn’s POV“What the hell!” I exclaimed when other wolves jumped out of the woods and attacked the ones that were after me. Their roars shook the entire woods and just being in the presence of such mighty beasts made me feel like I was flat lining. I sprinted as fast as I could away from them, the faster I ran, the more strain I felt in my chest. I felt hopeless like I could never outrun them. I attempted to jump over a tree log when I slipped and hit my head. I tried getting up but my vision had suddenly become a blur. Blood dripped down from my forehead into my eyes as my strength began to elude me. “Help,” I called out weakly before collapsing. Face down on the dirt, I felt a presence hovering over me. Unlike what I experienced earlier, this was soothing that I felt relaxed and drifted into the darkness of my subconscious. *********“Hold on to me, Caitlyn,” I heard my dad's voice. “Don't let it take control. You have to hold on to me. Caitlyn!” “Dad!” I jolted awake. The

Caitlyn’s POVMy dreams were confusing, completely horrifying, filled with strange flashes and voices. I woke up that morning in our front yard once again—naked.“Oh shit,” I gasped, looking around, relieved that I wasn’t in some woods far away from home.“Who is there?” Joanna’s voice prompted me to hurry back to my room. She stepped out to investigate, but I had already begun climbing up anyway.The task had become easy. I guessed it was because my body was getting used to sneaking back in.****I stepped out for school and there they were again, whispering words amongst themselves.“No!” my aunt blurted quietly. “We have no right to disrespect her father’s wishes. She doesn’t need to know.”“I don’t think—” Joanna paused when she noticed my eyes by the slightly ajar door.My aunt turned, beaming with a smile. “Are you ready for school? I want to drive you.”“Yeah, I’m ready,” I nodded, and we both hurried

Tristan’s POV“Just drop me off here,” I muttered as Franklin drove up to our front yard. I could see the trail of destruction my dad had left on his drunken spree. My mother’s garden had once again suffered his wrath.“Your dad?”“Who else?” I heaved heavily, trying to release the pressure in my chest. “I’ll clean it up tomorrow. I’m tired right now.”“You want to talk about it?” He turned to me.The intrigued look he gave caused me to scoff lightly.“No… not really. He’s weak and couldn’t handle loss, so he’s taking the escape route.”“If his presence is not suitable for—”“I’m eighteen,” I noted sharply. “I don’t need to be looked at like that, and besides, I know you’re just easing into the discussion for what’s really on your mind.”“Do you think she did that?” he asked lightly.I reacted, confused by the nature of his question.“Caitlyn? Do you think she’s behind that gruesome murder?”“The pup? You’ve seen her. Does she look like someone who could do that?”He sighed deeply, fa

Caitlyn's POVHis chest against mine was crushing — not just the weight but the presence.My mind shut down as I leaned in for a kiss, but just as quickly, the presence vanished with the breeze. I opened my eyes, the incredulity crushing me as I stared at the empty room.“Really?” I muttered wryly. His scent ended at the window; it seemed like he had jumped out.I checked just in time to see him sprinting across the estate into the woods. He moved at an impossible speed, his legs barely touching the ground.I went back to bed, feeling stupid and easily manipulated, but I couldn't deny how interesting those few seconds were.*****“Good morning,” my aunt's voice woke me. I rubbed my eyes and her image slowly formed from my blurry vision.“I brought breakfast.”She placed the tray by the bed and sat quietly, perhaps waiting for my reaction.“Thank you,” I yawned, stretching as my mind slowly woke up to reality. “Don't you have work this morning? Why are you still home?”“Well, you encou