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 by

curious looks, but lignore them all. Lana’s

the parking lot. She’s a

have her car in campus. I slid into the

she gets into the driver’s

It’s going to be

as the starts up the

dull ache in my heart

my home. Or maybe it’s

thought of

wine Reagan.

shake my head out of

The time is 2:15

the sun glaring down at us from above. Lana’s

a convertible, but the wind blowing through our hair makes it all worth it.

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

to afford one.

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 as she begins to sing along

beat.

not surprised she’s on this trip with

doesn’t like

If she hadn’t come with

traveled to somewhere else to visit one

thing with them, so when she leaves, they‘re free to

the relationthip te be unhealthy,

what Red

Tibe. I’m

as the song ends

another bei

rtaining.” I mutter before turning my

away. This feeling is so different and only intensifies when I see the sign that W . “Now leaving. Los

when I decided

the back seat. This way, I could change my outfit into somathing

my aunt would like ting me

had told him my das would and

he’ll be pissed.

too, considering i left without telling her, and

guilty.

a few more hours, and we’ll be in

a

wait and eat in

have my

siz

my woll, but has been silent for a long time. I don’t know if

alright? You look like shit.” Lana voices out

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 me that our

might even experience death in the

weaken our wolves and stop

healing fast. Excess of it might even kill

the process. Hunters use it to capture

governing the relationship between

abiluci tham will be hunted down and either imprimandoklad

Wallbane is one

e l

to wait and

s

o ld

empty feeling inside of me, ating me from the inside out. I feelxxhausted and sick,

just then by Lan, and my eyes sna open to see the sun setting in the distance. The orange glow of the sky mixing with the blue as we drive pastres

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

leading away from the highway. It’s silent here, and only the sound of crickets

heard as we move further down the dirt tracks. I ask

it was getting very dark and my

off. I didn’t want Reagan to be

I wish for my phone to be

text messages demanding me to come back.

in the morning

little while. And as for my aunt, she

her mhome back in.

into il diplorest. As

world.

have why old customs and beliefs

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

both his pack

others follow. From the corner of my eyes, I see Lana visibly shaking as she grips

though, not dazed