Prince Reagan

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Istane ut my riction in the mingine, not

recognizing the girl in dient al me. She has straight blond ha that stops directly above her shoulders. Her lips are a bright redund plump.like a ripe fruit. Her checks have a temporary blush, and her makeup is done to perfection. The only thing recognizable was the deep blue eyes.

She has a shart body con dress that stops mid-thigh and is black in coler, the sleeves made in tiny straps with the neckline an inviting Vthat shows too much clewage. Siker pearl earrings are dangling from her ear and a gold choker

necklace around her neck.

She looks nothing less to a hooker that is seen in dark streets at night, making money at an ungodly hour. But she was the perfect disguisemeaded to get out of here, and she came to life all thanks to Lana.

Sald Lana is holding a can of spray above me as I remain Seated on the wooden chair. It’s made of natural materials

such as leaves, pine needles, and some others like that. I

don’t know each element used to make it, but it helps to

mask one’s scent from werewolves. Anyone who uses it just

smells like dirt and earth to us.

Our room is in disarray as we hadn’t bothered to clean

up while working and there’s a duffel bag on my bed with

our clothes and other useful toiletries in there. We aren’t

cheal to think about, and finals are not that farmy

What I’m dane,” announet i puli danniha SpracaShe turns to state at me through the mirror, her yeparlamgin m ent. “Hey there, stranger. She

w

me while bite my lip in nevnu na

“1 look like a slut!” I woice out.cringing at my

appearance in the mirror.

She crosses her am over her chest and cits her head to the side. “Well, you said to make you look the opposite of you. And the opposite of you isn’t someone who has ‘I’m virgin’ written on their forehead.”

“I don’t have ima virpin’ witten en my lurehead.” I roll

my eyes at her

“Oh, rally? And when last wad ” shaved into anyol your holes?” She blatantly as shocking me at her choice of words. My mouth hand open and closes like a fish out of

“Just as I thought. Never. So, embrace your slutty side

because that’s what’s going to help you now. You don’t look

or smell like yourself, and no one will recognize you.” She

smoothens my blond hair wig

“Even His Highness’ scent on you is gone.”

She pats my shoulder before walking to the closet so

she could change into a new pair of denim shorts and top.

To be frank, she is right. The goal is to get out of campus

and town without being noticed. My outlit calls formato witmelon but may not the kind i’m running from. Ruan

probably has wrewolves, or Lycans watching my Hy he. That’s how he new I went to m nents house yesterday. So I had to get the men off my tail. They might

have seen me walkinta the campus darmitory, but they

won’t

my le

My scent has been masked, and even the little of Regan’s scane lingering on my body is wiped off with Lana’s spray. That’s why most students felt intimidated by me throughout today and couldn’t walk up to me. They could smell the intimidating scent of a Lycanome, no they alwys looked away in fear when I caught them staring and sometimes bure their muick open when I treat them to

long

“I don’t need this, but justitse.” Land also uprays

herself before going to pick the duhel bag “Okay, anything else?” She asks while stand up to follow her towards the

room door. Itake look once more around the room before

closing the door behind me.

head down the hallway, passing

me curious looks, but lignore

lot. She’s a sophomore,

to have her car in campus. I

gets into the driver’s

be a long five-hour

the starts up the

dull ache in my heart at

leaving Las Angeles, my home. Or maybe it’s

thought of

wine Reagan.

my head out of

The time is 2:15 night now. And the weather

glaring down at

makes it all worth it. I never

was terrible at saving. But I have been trying to,

to afford one.

hand out through the window.playfully gliding it through the air. Lana reaches for the radio and scrolls through the channels for her preferred music. She stops when “Boyfriend’ by Selena Gomez comes on. I smile

beat.

not surprised she’s on this

wild type that doesn’t like to stay in the

she hadn’t come with me, she

traveled to somewhere else to visit

off thing with them, so

I think the relationthip te be

Red Moon Pack

Tibe. I’m

squeas as the song

another bei

e rtaining.” I mutter before turning my hand to my window side

I suddenly feel wakandi exhausted, like a part of me is being ripped away. This feeling is so different and only intensifies when I see the sign that W

Bakersfield when I decided to take off

seat. This way, I could

think my aunt would like ting me dressed as

told him my das would and by four, and it already is.

he’ll be pissed.

considering i left without telling her, and Reagan might blame her once more.

the time to feel guilty. I have come

few more hours, and we’ll be in

bought lunch from a drive-through because it will

wait and eat in a

don’t have my disguise on.

siz

but has been silent for a long time. I don’t know if that’s a good thing ara bad thing. She’s only quiet when she’s unhappy with

shit.” Lana voices out

barely muscle as my strength drains out of my body. This agonizing feeling ko maybe even worse than when Brad had rejected me As a Werewolf, I’ve never been the weak before. It’s all new to me. Werewolves hardly sick. Whenever our human bodies incapacitated from any condition or we get any form of injury, our wolves quickly heal us, and we abruptly get back to mormal. It’s only if our wolves get weak, like when Brad rejected

experience death

weaken our wolves and stop

healing fast. Excess of it might even kill

Hunters use

governing the relationship

will humans ar abiluci tham will be hunted down

is one oil

e l

to wait

s

o ld

just this empty feeling inside of me, ating me from the inside

Lan, and my eyes sna open to see the sun setting in the distance. The orange glow of the sky

me as I stand up straight in my seat. The red seems Familiar, and I can recognize the daw marks on the trees we

the highway. It’s silent here, and only the

as we move further down

it was getting very dark and

Reagan to be able

do I wish for my phone to be bombarded with calls

me to come back. I

my parents in the morning and chat

as for my aunt, she doesn’t

mhome

il diplorest. As I said

rest of the world. They like living in isolation

old

only stay at home, cook, clean and take care of the kids. While the male makes

his pack

howl, and soon, numerous others follow. From the corner of my eyes, I see Lana visibly shaking as she grips the steering wheel with her Eyes wide

comfortably, though, not