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CHAPTER THIRTEEN 
YOUNG GODS WERE BORN IN TRAGEDY
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⠀⠀⠀Mr. Clarke was interrupted by a deep chilling laugh. I didn't dare turn around to face the source. It got the hairs on my neck and arm standing on end, but what really made me break out in goosebumps was what the monster said.

⠀⠀⠀It spoke in such a deep voice that I felt the vibrations in my chest, and as it spoke an ancient hiss echoed beneath the horrid words it spoke-- which reminded me exactly why wolves, with their long mouths lined with sharp teeth and thin tongues were never meant to speak human languages:

⠀⠀⠀"My, my, my... What days must rot,


 " W h e n   A n g e l s   l i e . "



⠀⠀⠀Mr. Clarke didn't say anything, and I was afraid that this would anger the beast more. When it stepped forward he then spun arund and then put an arm in front of me, "Stay back."

⠀⠀⠀"Ooooh." The creature grinned evilly, "Touchy." He mocked Mr. Clarke as he circled us both. It looked at me, "You have no idea what I am talking about, do you?"

⠀⠀⠀"Don't speak to her!" The anger in the teacher's voice left me speechless. But the werewolf didn't stand for it. Stretching its mouth back, it snarled at him.

⠀⠀⠀"Or what?" It threatened, "You'll keel over again?" Laughing it licked its teeth, "Step aside, old man. That is your last warning."

⠀⠀⠀"I'm not old..." I heard Mr. Clarke mutter underneath his breath and I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips, "You mock me, but you took a serious blow to your head, and if I'm not mistaken, you whined like the sad lost puppy you--"

⠀⠀⠀ Snarling mad, the creature lunged at Mr. Clarke, and I tried to block him, but the werewolf only grabbed my waist and tossed me aside. I screamed as I flew, but when I landed on the bed, I sort of covered my face in embarrassment.

⠀⠀⠀ I rolled over unto my tummy and forced my aching bones to move as I sat up (all that action, and running, and fighting really took a toll on my body after all...). And watching both of them, I lick my lip nervously as I listen to the creature.

⠀⠀⠀ "Do not patronize me," the werewolf was now serious, it growled, his eyes sharp and filled with murderous intent, "I will rip you open in front of her!" Its teeth snapped and Mr. Clarke made the right decision to back away. His black hair was unkept, and it made him look more frightened than I thought he might have liked...

⠀⠀⠀ Sniffing, the werewolf blew air out of its nostrils in a haughty sort of way-- the same way Jennifer would have if you told her that Gouache was better than Prada...

⠀⠀⠀ "You are different from the rest of... Your kind..." it scowled and suddenly stood up on its hind legs to grab Mr. Clarke's neck and pull him off the ground, "However," he looked r. Clarke in the panicked eyes and again beared its sharp teeth at him, "You are still not who you say yu are..."

⠀⠀⠀ "Say what you want." Was what my home room teacher said. And when he did, the monster thrusted him into the wall. He grunted in pain.

⠀⠀⠀ "You are a l I a r. " It screamed, and I swear it was just about ready to rip Mr. Clarke's face off, until I tried to distract it.

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