Howl by Brieanna Boyce (e reading malayalam books txt) 📕

found two puncture wounds scarred into my neck. I stretched out the collar of my shirt to my shoulders and found a deep crescent moon shaped bite mark on my neck. I ran a hand over both bite marks and shivered deeply disturbed at the evidence of last night’s occurrences.
Suddenly a knock on the door interrupted my self evaluation and I hastily covered up the bite marks on my neck with my hair and let go of the collar of my shirt so that the wound on my shoulder was covered. “Come in!”
My dad stepped into the room, he stood at 6’ 3” he had light blue eyes, a very angular jaw line, and a muscular frame, and as far as men were concerned I’d say he was a pretty descent looking. “Skylar get up,” he blinked at me surprised “oh you’re up. Okay, well uhm get dressed then.”
“Okay daddy I will.”
He did one stern nod and left the room, leaving me gaping in blatant disbelief. How did my own father not notice my eyes being two completely different colors? I sighed it was obvious he was having a hard time with mom’s death, dad dealt with it by focusing on nothing but work he had a hard time even looking at me now he said I looked too much like my mother. I couldn’t see it; mom was the most beautiful person I’d ever met in my life on the inside and out. She was too good for this world. I squeezed my hand around the locket on my necklace tightly and blinked away tears. I’d give anything to have her back.
I distracted myself by focusing on getting dressed I put on a pair of severely ripped pants, a turtleneck, and a pair of ratty sneaks; and walked downstairs. Dad was in the kitchen reading a newspaper and sipping coffee he didn’t bother too and I was glad every time he looked at me he began to cry again.
“Your brother is over Tristan’s house.”
“Okay bye daddy,” I leaned over and kissed his cheek “good luck at your meeting today.”
He nodded and I walked to the bus noticing I somehow managed to catch it in time even though there was only 1 minute to get there in time and it was a five minute walk.
I got into the bus looking down, I couldn’t bother looking at the other kids on my bus I sat way in the front away from anyone else. I sat in the front and blared screamo music hoping maybe the chaotic sound would make me forget these crazy memories of last night.
Unfortunately our bus was late and the bell went off right when I got inside. I was dead. I reluctantly headed towards French three with Ms. Leflore. The people in the French revolution thought they had it bad? Ms Leflore was in my opinion (and everyone else’s) much worse then any guillotine and she was quite fond of public humiliation as punishment.
I walked into the classroom looking down at the blue tile floor, trying to distract myself by discerning patterns out of them. However the voice that greeted me wasn’t that of a bitter old woman but rather a serene but eerie and familiar voice that put me on edge.
“Hello you must be Skylar Dubrinsky.”
“Yes,” I said looking up into the man’s blue eyes, pale skin, and white long hair pulled back into a pony tail. He had an odd smell to him …The smell of rotting it took all my willpower not to wrinkle my nose.
“Well Skylar,” he smiled warmly “Why don’t you go and take your seat before we begin class.”
I heard the whole class whisper and talk under their breaths while some girls were giggling dumbly. However their faces transformed into looks of disgust, of interest, and worst of all looks of amusement. “Nice contacts Skylar,” a girl shouted from the back. “Yeah freak!” another responded then there were a chorus of voices coming up with oh so “creative” nicknames. I ignored them with difficulty and sat down at my desk in the back having thoughts of sinful and fulfilling revenge.
“Class,” the teacher reprimanded softly, not much louder than a faint whisper and yet the whole class went dead silent. “Thank you,” he smiled smugly which I didn’t like at all. The rest of the class the students were participating, quiet, and respectful which was odd even if our teacher is really good looking. We went through the motions of class and before long I heard the teacher say:
“Alright everyone have a nice weekend!”
I got up gathering my things and heading towards the door relieved to finally get away from that weird teacher, there was something not right about him.
“Oh wait Skylar, stay after class I’d like to discuss something with you.”
My whole body went cold and I felt a frown pull at the edges of my mouth but I managed to fake a smile. “Yes of course.” I stood awkwardly by the desks making sure that I was a good distance away from him. I looked over and saw that petty girls were glaring at me as they filtered out of the room.
When everyone else was gone the teacher paced in front of me wearing a puzzled expression.
“So uh what’s your name?” I said desperate to make conversation because it seemed like the tension was getting worse and worse.
He stopped pacing and looked directly at me with a fierce intensity. “My name is Blake Lockshurd and in all my years I’ve never met anyone like you.”
I backed away slowly “Oh thanks I guess.”
Blake walked up to me and slid his hand gently down the side of my face caressing my cheek. “It’s amazing how humans can surprise you after centuries…Not that you are human anymore my dear.”
I slapped his hand away in disgust then repeated slowly as the gears shifted in my head. “I’m not your anything you sick… humans? … Surprise you… after centuries?” Suddenly it clicked he was the male voice I heard while I was in the sewers last night.
I ran out of the room and into the hallway running as fast as my legs would take me making papers fly by and made it to the other side of the school in a matter of milliseconds but I barely registered this I walked into the bathroom pacing nervously. I ran my hand through my hair; he knew…he had to… Why else would he say that? I walked over to the heater, we were on the bottom floor so there was only a small window yet I easily managed to break it and jumped up; crawling on my hands and knees as shards of glass crunched into my palms and knees leaving me wincing in pain. When I got up I quickly picked out the shards of glass from my flesh and clothes causing me to bleed drastically but I just sighed and began running home. My house was across town and yet I managed to get halfway there in less than a minute and it hardly felt like a second passed. Also, running had never been so…enjoyable I usually hated it but I was going so fast that I felt like I would sprout wings and fly. My body wasn’t breaking down and I wasn’t out of breath in fact I felt great better than ever. I made it home in no time and went to the side of the house and stood underneath my bedroom window which was on the third floor. For some reason I was completely confident that I could reach the window which was weird since I was short by normal standards and athletically challenged. I closed my eyes and lightly jumped feeling idiotic and gripped something. When I opened my eyes I found myself gripping the third floor window I crawled into my room and collapsed onto bed, well aware that my substitute teacher/ stalker was fully capable of following me and that going home to my room wasn’t the best place to hide. However, at the moment my protection wasn’t as important as feeling comfortable and living in denial.
“What’s wrong?”
I jumped up and held my hands in front of me protectively. Then I saw that it was Kale, the werewolf who had changed me the night before. He was wearing a white wife- beater, and looked as comfortable as if my room was his. His arms were crossed over his chest showing off his muscular sculpted arms. His tan skin was glistening in the light. His warm dark gold eyes were looking at me concerned and his lips became a straight line.
“Sorry about barging in here but I figured you could could use some company. The first night is always rough.”
I looked at him puzzled, “The first night of…?”
Kale raised an eyebrow “The first night, the first transformation.”
I groaned and rolled over onto my pillow burying my face in it. The last thing I needed was to have more evidence I was a freak.
I felt the weight shift on the bed and the way my body tilted I knew that he was sitting beside me. I turned lying on my back and looking up at him. He was so kind and easy going it was hard to believe that he was a monster of fictional tales. Yet, last night he seemed like something that’d haunt anyone’s nightmare with long sharp teeth, fur and bright yellow eyes, muzzle stained with blood. He had rescued me though so I suppose I should be grateful even if it was a horrific sight.
“I’m sorry.”
I sat up looking at him in bewilderment. “You have nothing to be sorry for you rescued me.”
“For this, for flinging you into this life, there’s still a lot that I haven’t told you…As far as I know you are the first person to be bitten by a werewolf and a vampire and then live, we need you.”
I blinked in shock, I had never really been needed before and it was strange that I was needed by people I hardly knew. I felt my heartbeat speed up, and I wasn’t too sure if I was ready for this.
“Wh-Why do you need me?”
“Because the vampires don’t know you’re a werewolf and we can hardly tell you’re a vampire if I had not seen you bitten myself I would’ve never known you don’t give off the scent of either. Although,” he leaned close and sniffed my cheek then coughed as if I had strong perfume on; “you came in contact with one today.”
I tensed up uncomfortable at the breech of personal space, “Yes, I recognized the voice from last night. He wasn’t with the one’s you…”
“Disposed of?”
“No.”
“Does he know about us biting you?”
I shook my head, “No I don’t think so he called me dear,” I let my mind wander to the incident in the classroom. When I was pulled out of my daze I found Kale’s warm golden eyes regarding me with sympathy.
“I know this is hard.”
He looked at me pleading and tortured so much so that I put my hand over his. He pulled away.
“Your life is going to change from here on out… After tonight you’ll have to leave your home, your family, everything.” His head was slumped forward so I couldn’t see his face through the mop of jet black hair. “I should’ve told you everything… I still haven’t.”
I felt my anger rise so much so that I slapped him across the head. “Quit your-self pity act it’s annoying and you hating yourself won’t help us any.”
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