Haunted Woods

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“What do you mean he’s missing?” I roar angrily in the phone. Many people around me in the train give me an annoyed look, but I couldn’t care less about them.

I close my eyes as I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. It’s useless because on my eyelids, I can see Nate’s face that is identical to mine. His brown hair was messy and eyes full of mischief. It is as if he’s stuck in time. His body unmoving and he is wearing his black hunter attire. I remember this moment, when Nate pushes me down to the ground after our usual hunt and we raced each other until we reached our little apartment in Little Creek.

“I have no idea! He was still there yesterday, conversing with the future Alpha and all. I haven’t seen him at all today so I thought he went out or something. Then I saw his mate crying and the Alpha sending pack warriors into the forest to search for him,” Mary explains in one breath.

I open my eyes to see Lisbeth staring at me with an odd expression. “Search for him!”

“I know. The twins are heading into the woods as we speak. I’m going to try and trace his phone down. That’s not worries me, Mel. We are going to use a lot of money for this and we’re tight with them now.”

“Just do whatever it takes. I’ll send some money over to you guys tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry about money.”

Mary curses suddenly and then I hear tappings of keyboard. “Damn! His phone is untraceable. It is unregistered.”

“Try hacking into anything with security cameras in Meadow Falls and Great York. Traffic, cafés, bus stations… Anything,” I suggest. My left hand is gripping the seat handle so hard that my knuckles are turning white. I have never been so worried in my life.

“Alright. I have to concentrate now, I’ll call you later, Mel.”

Without waiting for a reply from me, she hangs up. I slip my phone into my pocket and then run my hands through my hair in frustration.

Somehow, my hair feels different. It is softer than before. I also notice that I no longer have a fringe.

“You changed,” Lisbeth says with surprise. She takes out a small compact mirror and shoves it towards me.

She’s right; I no longer have a disguise on. I do not look like Laney Mackenzie anymore with the badass look. My short black hair has returned to its normal wavy dark brown. My face does not have the mischievous looks that I always love when I irritate Eleanor and Caleb. It is back to harden seriousness that makes me look like I was thirty.

That reminded me when I was still hunting rogues down, they assumed that I was thirty.

“This is my real look,” I tell Lisbeth, returning her mirror.

“No wonder!” she says in amazement. “Now I can see the resemblance. How did you do that, by the way? It’s like magic when it slowly changed while you were on the phone.”

“Athena did that,” I reply honestly. She flinches at the mention of her mother. “I think you should forgive her, Lisbeth. She told me that she wanted to so badly stay with you and Mr. Muller, but she had no choice. She wasn’t allowed to interfere with your life until you reach eighteen.”

“Man,” she moans. “It felt like my birthday was months ago, but it’s still today. What a long day it’d been.”

I agree with her.

“What happened?”

I give her a look so she can explain her question.

“I mean, when you were on the phone. You sounded so angry,” Lisbeth says. I don’t mean to mind your business or anything… You know what; you don’t need to answer me.”

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