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Seth - part 8
Later that morning I found myself strapped in the white Suburban with 4 other werewolves heading southbound on I-15. Along with Em's two brothers, I had my head half way out the window to let the wind pull through my tangled blonde hair. I'm sure the girls would have joined in if they could, but Em was sitting beside me in the middle seat and Mrs. Sorensen was driving.
"Where did you say we were going again?" complained Ryan from the front seat, pulling his head halfway back in the window. "I only have so much time left before my next semester starts, and I was hoping to hang out with some friends tonight."
I was reminded of my own college semester that began in a month and a half. I sure hoped that wh
Seth - part 6
"Can I help you?" the attendant asked, smiling as I set the plastic bag on the counter. Judging by his age and the nametag he wore, this must be the owner. Great.
"I just need to return my tux," I said casually.
He glanced from me to the floor and back up to meet my eyes. A look of annoyed confusion rose to his face for a split second, only to be quickly replaced by the same polite mask as before. Although he hid it well, I could sense he was running on little sleep and could smell waves of stress rolling off him like a dense fog. I cringed inwardly at what I was about to do.
"Ok. Would you like me to have someone come out to your vehicle and grab that for you?" he responded in the same smiling, p
Seth - part 7
Bright sunlight shone through the window and onto my closed eyes. I awoke, blinked a few times, then sat up. It's amazing what a little good rest can do for a person; no matter how bad something is, a couple hours of sleep has a way of making it all feel so distant. In fact, I didn't feel half bad despite yesterday; the only real difference from any other morning was an intense hunger similar to when I first regained consciousness yesterday after being shot, and my missing hand which, to my amazement, had already started to regrow. Even my missing teeth had all come back in.
I simply sat there for a few minutes just enjoying the feeling of air moving solidly in and out of my lungs, blood flowing through my veins, and the warm sun filtering through the trees by the window onto my fur I heard birds singing out in the trees, and mom bustling around
Seth - part 12
"Jack," came a distracted greeting from within.
"Harper," responded Jack just as briefly.
From where I was crouched I saw Jack pivot his foot on its heel, toe rotating a couple times towards the open door to motion me inside. Bent as low as I could go without crawling, I edged around him and into the room: a heavy oak desk safely concealing me from Harper's sight. Jack entered the room as the thick door latched shut with a dull clank behind him, then moved casually to take a seat in one of the leather upholstered chairs in the far corner of the room which appeared to be done up as a posh office.
"All that blood and dirt on your clothing; you look terrible," muttered Harper.
Seth - part 1
They say that human life is purely a matter of deciding what's important to you. While I'm not sure if that holds true to someone who spends almost as much time as an animal as he does a human, I still thought it was a good saying. My name's Seth, I'm a werewolf, and this is my story.
When my mother and father were killed in a car accident, Aunt and Uncle Davis--the only living relatives I had left--took compassion on me and decided to raise me as their son. Having no children of their own due to medical complications, things just seemed to fall into place. I was only 3 months old then and don't remember anything about my biological parents; the framed photos on the wall and the stories I was told growing up were all I had, though I still loved and hoped to see them sometime after this life. Looking back, I was raised with love
Seth - part 2
"It all started one summer after my brother was a senior in high school and suddenly disappeared for a week. Everyone was out looking for him, but eventually he just came back on his own wearing only torn rags. All he'd say about his experiences is that he'd gotten lost hiking but was able to find food along the way, and that he was happy to have survived and make it back. We were all so relieved he was home that we went with his story and didn't question him too much more than that; when anyone tried to ask him about it he'd always avert his gaze with a distant look in his eyes and change the subject.
"He wasn't the same after that; it seemed he was suddenly more aware of everything and more grown up. At the same time, his behavior also got very strange, like he could hear things nobody else could and would always comment
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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