LOGINWillowI am starting to hyperventilate. I can’t believe this is how I die. The thought of never seeing Aiden again or speaking to him is too much to bear. Without meaning to, I lose it. My chest seizes. I can’t get my lungs to work the way they normally do. My wolf claws at the walls of my defense, begging to be let out. The need to preserve both our safety has her on edge. I feel it starting to happen. The urge to turn.Rowan grabs my arms just then, jerking me gently.“Willow.” He says my name firmly. “Stay with me. Don’t wolf out. You can’t afford to wolf out at a time like this.”“Are they all dead?” I ask. Even as the words leave my mouth, I can’t bring myself to believe it. Surely, it can’t be that easy to kill a room full of werewolves.Rowan doesn’t answer my question immediately. He crouches and feels a guest’s neck for a pulse. I hold my breath in anticipation and it takes a few moments before he finally answers. “I can feel a pulse. It’s weak though.” He reaches for
Willow“It’s time for lunch,” Sarah Jones announces. “Come Willow. You can meet the Asians while we have lunch.”One thing I come to realize about the Asian faction is their identical tattoos. A werewolf head, wrapped around a full moon. It’s etched on their wrists and it’s supposed to be a representation of their Asian werewolf heritage. They are even more snobby upfront. Upon meeting me, they have already decided that I am beneath them. Not even the mention of my father manages to impress their lot. I’m getting bored of hearing the elitists brag and compete against one another. As it by miraculous design, I catch sight of Rowan across the room. Lunch is already over. Everyone is mingling over wine and cigars. Sarah Jones is getting ready to go on stage to give her speech. I excuse myself from my lunch companions and make my way across the room. “Rowan. Hi!” I hug him with one arm. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”“What’s wrong? You already bored of the crème de la crème of the p
WillowI’m on my way to the club meeting when Ginny calls me. “Still no word from Aiden?” “Not yet,” I answer. “I heard from Peterson though. I think he’s busy with trainings for the trials.”“Hmmm. And you? How are you feeling?”“What can I say? I’m not crying. Violet came over and she helped cheer me up. She even helped me get ready for my meeting.”“Oh. You went out today?”“Yeah. The purple spears club is having their end of semester party.”“Ah. I see.” She makes a weird sound in her throat. “Is everything okay though? I mean in general? Have you had anymore recent nightmares?”“No. Why? Did you see something?”“It’s the shadow. I did a little ritual on your behalf and it feels stronger than the last time.”“I’m sorry to say this Gin but are you sure you’re seeing it right? I’m only asking because it’s been months now and nothing bad has happened to me. Everyday is the same. Monotonous. Boring. Even my dad doesn’t seem to be dwelling on the case as much.”“You’re right.” She si
WillowForty eight hours and still no word from Aiden.Today is my last day on campus. Students are already packing up to go home for the summer. The school website is still releasing stories about Aiden and I, making speculations about the state of our relationship.They ponder about what the summer holds for us. Wonder if we’ll be coming back to campus next semester with new partners. Some articles mention the audio file. In the comments, more students call me a bitch. The number of supporters I had yesterday has dropped drastically.In a way I am glad that everyone is going away on holiday. At least that way, I won’t have to put up with this headache.“How is he? Have you seen him this morning?” I am on the phone with Peterson. Since Aiden still won’t talk to me, the only other thing I can think to do is glean information from his friend and frat brother.“He’s still not talking to you huh?” Peterson sounds distracted. In the background, I can hear the clack, clack of a keypad. He’
WillowIt’s been a full twenty hours and I haven’t heard from Aiden.I am trying so hard not to reach out, to respect his wish for space. The only thing that distracts me is the prospect of writing my final paper.Some departments have already rounded off activities for the semester. Campus is abuzz with excitement for the summer.Another thing that everyone seems to be excited about is the audio file. Since the night of the hockey after party, news spread to all corners of the school. Everyone is torn up about it. There are those who believe the file to have been doctored. And then, there’s the other half—those calling me a bitch, accusing me of hurting with not just one, but two brothers.But frankly, I don’t really care what a bunch of strangers have to say about me. All I care about is what Aiden thinks. But I won’t know unless he talks to me.More than once, I lose track of the exam booklets in front of me. It takes extra effort for me to finish the questions in record time.My f
Willow“Calm down. It’s all going to be fine.” Ginny rubs my arms but I don’t want to be consoled right now. “You didn’t see him.” I say in between my sobs. “It seemed like he was breaking up with me. He really thinks I said that shit behind his back. And now, it’s over between us.”“It’s not. Like you said, he wants space. A chance to clear his head. That’s different from a break up. Trust me.”“I should go back inside. I’ll try to talk to him again. Get him to see reason.”“No.” Ginny doesn’t let me cross the lawn. The music inside the frat house is louder now. Out here; surrounded by semi-darkness, it’s like a whole different world. “Trying to talk to him right now will only make it worse. Just try to give him some space. Trust that he loves you and will get over the way he’s feeling.”“And how long am I supposed to wait? I tried to ask him but he didn’t give me a straight answer.”The door bursts open and for a crazy second, I think it’s Aiden, returning to sweep me off my feet a
ROWAN’S POVA drinking game. That’s my suggestion. Thanks to the wine I had brought along with me— magically enhanced by another one of Mitch’s special spells—the double date crew gets drunk in only a matter of minutes.I take great pleasure in watch them fall under the influence of my special brew
WILLOWThe house smells like delicious food. The lasagna is already out of the oven and it looks incredible. I join Violet in the kitchen and together, we set up the counter with plates and wine glasses. I’d suggested regular beer but Violet is on a mission to impress her new guy tonight.“We’re ha
WILLOW“Shit. Willow! We’ve got to get out of here.” Aiden grabs me. In a flash, we’re out of the house. Vincent isn’t far behind us. I wait until we’re at least a mile away from the vampire den before I burst into laughter. “Oh my goodness. What the fuck was that?”“Can I just say, I told you so
WILLOW“No,” Vincent deadpans, voice hard as ice. “You’re definitely not going.”“Come on Vincent,” I bat my lashes at him. “It’s a French costume party. When else am I going to get another opportunity to attend a French costume party?”“I don’t mean to get in the middle of an argument between you







