Celeste's life was fairly normal. She had popular friends, a loving mother, and a crush. She had everything she could want.
At least, she thought she did until a man with beautiful green eyes stepped into her life.
He was an enigma she wanted to s...
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He changed right before my eyes. He turned into something else. Something inhuman.
How was that possible?
Dexter, a good friend of mine—one who I thought was an open book—was actually a bloody werewolf. At least, that was what I thought he was.
Who would have thought it?
They hadn't noticed me hiding behind the tree, watching them. I was glad. I couldn't give them an explanation yet. Not when I wanted one too. If Dexter and Marianne were werewolves, did that mean Lazarus was one too? Raegan as well? They had to be—they all seemed to know each other.
Sure, I wasn't super close with them—not what I was with Lazarus—but that didn't mean we didn't trust each other. We did trust each other. Lazarus asked me if I did and I told him yes.
Maybe he was afraid? Maybe he couldn't tell me. He might be bound in some way. There had to be a rational explanation to what I witnessed. When we saw the unexplainable, we tried to rationalize it. My mind was running through possible solutions—I was hallucinating, I was dreaming or even, it was a trick of the light.
But I knew I wasn't experiencing any of this. There was no reason as to why I would hallucinate. I pinched myself to check if I was asleep. And they were out in the open—the light couldn't have affected what I saw.
Thus, what I saw was real.
And that meant everything I knew about the world was false. Incomplete.
I was desperate to find out answers. I was curious about how something that was supposedly mythological was actually real.
Dexter had no obligation to tell me—it was a humongous secret. And even though it hurt to know they didn't trust me with this secret, I had to accept it. I had no right to be hurt—it was something personal to them.
