Helanie:
"So, you are telling that you will ruin my relationship with my mate—" Before Lucy could start her yapping, Lamar silenced her with his scoff.
"Ex-mates," he reminded her.
"Ohhh, but it never says anywhere that an ex-mate cannot beco a mate again," she shrugged, but the tears in her eyes told she was probably genuinely thinking she was a victim in this situation as well.
But she wasn’t. What she was asking for was diabolical. This wouldn’t help her move on, and if they kept doing this, Gavin would lose his second-chance mate too. Salem had changed a lot, at least towards us. I hadn’t seen her interact with the others, but I could tell she had been trying to beco a better version of herself for Gavin, and since Gavin confided in that he wanted her too, it was really unfair what was going on here.
"Stop playing these gas, Lucy," I advised her, feeling so distant from her that I couldn’t even reach her heart anymore.
"I am not the one playing gas with you guys. And if you really hate gas, ask Jenny why she didn’t tell you she was the one who saw first after my fall." Her sudden implication made frown, and Lamar shook his head at her.
"Nah! You’re not doing that. Jenny has been through a lot lately, and I won’t let you put so crazy accusation on her." I agreed with Lamar, and Lucy just shrugged.
"Well, I am not going to answer you two, but if Gavin pulls away from , I will bla you two. Especially you." She pointed her finger at , causing to narrow my eyes at her.
"You still have expectations from ?" I asked in a shocked tone.
"No! I don’t have any expectations from you. I know you would never do anything for anyone else. But who are you to tell to stop playing gas when you’re entertaining two guys at the sa ti and starting this rivalry between seniors and juniors?" The way she referred to my friendship with both Rudy and Penn was just outright outrageous.
She knew I hadn’t even responded to their flirting properly, so her claim hit hard.
"Bitch—" As I attempted to rush at her, Lamar held back.
"What happened? Truth sucks? I know it does." She giggled, getting up and walking away to the bathroom.
"I am going to slap the arrogance out of her," I turned to Lamar and hissed under my breath while he gave a nod.
"Yeah, we both will, but please calm down," he said softly with a smile, trying to calm down.
"I will be in the bathroom on the first floor," I sighed and didn’t even wait for him to ask to wait before I sped out.
I wanted to be alone, so the bathroom was just an excuse.
After reaching the first floor, I decided to sneak out of the hostel. I was tired of being stuck within these walls and needed so alone ti.
Once I was on the trail, hugging myself and staring at the sky, I noticed the moon and realized what night it was.
It was a full moon.
"Shit," I cussed under my breath, quickly turning around to go back inside when I heard a strange grunting noise in the distance.
It wasn’t a Lycan’s howl or a werewolf’s, but a wolf struggling to transition, perhaps.
"Who could be out in the woods at this ti?" Worry crept in as I thought that maybe soone didn’t know the dangers of being outside on a full moon.
My weak self thought I could save soone. But going back inside and leaving this person alone when I knew they could disappear in just a few seconds didn’t sit well with .
So, I decided to do whatever I could to help.
I followed the sound, rushing forward with my heart pounding in my chest, and once I hid behind a tree, I was t with a shock.
And instantly, I was glad I had listened to my gut and stayed.
"Emt!" I called out, looking around in confusion.
He was in his suit, sitting alone and staring at his hands. I could tell he had tried to transition but then stopped.
And then I rembered how he used to sneak out on full moons, which made believe he was going out to transition, but it turns out he wasn’t a Lycan.
But then—what was he? And why would he leave the mansion on a full moon’s night?
It wasn’t until I stepped closer that I spotted blood on his collar.
"Emt!" The intensity in my voice changed this ti. However, he seed unfazed, as if he couldn’t hear . He was sitting against a tree, his legs bent and spread, his elbows resting on his knees, and his palms facing his face.
"You’re bleeding," I knelt down between his legs, not caring about anything else at the mont. I had to hold his hands to pull them down so I could examine his wound.
"Emt? What are you doing here? And what is this—oh my—you’ve been bitten," I gasped, my jaw nearly hitting the floor.
"I wasn’t in my wolf form—and—was I?" he muttered, looking dazed.
"Okay, listen, we need to take care of the wound." I unwrapped the scarf from around my neck and dabbed at his wound, but he aggressively grabbed my hand, narrowing his eyes at my face—
Almost like he was trying to recognize .
Then, he let go, so I began cleaning his wound. It was a bite mark, just like the ones I had seen before on him.
He looked so lost that it broke my heart. But the biggest shock was yet to co when he started shaking his head as if he had sothing to say.
He stared at my face and then uttered, "I have to feed him blood. He will die if he doesn’t get fresh and powerful blood."
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