Chapter Ten

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"After all, the true seeing is within." George Elliot

Jesse and I raced to the very edge of our territory. Just before the boundary where the private property ended. It was a small trail that led to a public park, with rusted fencing circling around.

As we walked, we leaned against each other. Quietly, I struggled to think of the right thing to say, to break the silence. Knowing him, I was worried he would devoid of any attention at me. I was worried that I was not good enough for him, I'm not skinny enough to be called hot. Not fat enough to be called fat, just cute. Yet all these thoughts stayed silent as we walked.

I was no longer the last girl I once was when I came. I am the lonely girl with a confused heart that was chained to another collar.

"We are still going to hang out." He said, almost as a question. Trying to reassure the both of us.

I nodded silently, stopping. I leant against a tree, I closed my eyes. Remembering the past..

'We would lean against each other as we walked, always pressing together. He had dated my best friend, but he broke it off. We were friends for a longer time. Greek and tall, he was the victim to many girls' dreams. Secretly, I wouldn't admit to myself, I felt for him.

We would go out for lunch. Along with other friends. We understood each other, and shared looks through classes and halls. In eighth grade, separate classes did not stop our friendship, yet it did cause time in differences.

The need to be asked out, to be with him was great. Far more for my 13 year old heart to handle. He was always there for me, nicknames, teasing, physical touching were the livelihood of our friendship. We were even heading into the same high school, making a relationship an even more likely choice. Unti-'

"Waverley?"

I hate the past.

I opened my eyes, my back was sensitive to the rough bark of the tree. My eyes searched for the amber ones of Jesse's, I closed my eyes again. He leaned in, touching my bare torso with his. He was in nothing but basketball shorts and I was hastily dressed in a size-too-small sports bra and shorts. Tears streamed silently down my face, I sniffled against his shoulder. Pushing off the tree, I leaned against Jesse instead, allowing his arms to wrap around me.

Wondering what fate has brought knocking on our door.

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I've spent all night on that damn notebook of Prince Vseslav, my hair was a mess and I was certainly positive that a raccoon would mistaken me for its mother. Flipping then the blank pages and searching for any clues ahead, my things hung from various objects from my surroundings. Cooped up in a little corner of the library, it was dark and dangerously so. Not a single lead on how to figure out what is going on, I had thought of contacting Alpha Gould but there was no way that he would share classified information without suspicion.

Right now, the sun almost began peeking out from behind the looming clouds; I growled in frustration. They must have some idea of what's going on, there has been a new species of wolves 'found' in Canada. The government is sending traps to study it, there was no way the wolf community couldn't know. Slamming my hand on the wooden table, the old wood dug into my skin; leaving splinters and small trails of blood. I sighed, moving under the lamp to pick them out if my hand.

I decided to close the book of Prince Vseslav in case I get blood on i-too late. There, on top of the brittle white paper were several droplets of blood. I hastily wiped it off, looking around; hopefully no one will notice a few drops...

Left behind was a long red smear across the page, slowly; parts of the streak turned back to the original cream color. Leaving odd parts of the page red of fresh blood, yet as I tentatively touched it with my fingertips, it was dry. Slowly tracing the empty whites of the page, the message was clear.

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