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.

down the hallway, passing by some

me curious looks, but lignore them all.

in the parking lot. She’s a sophomore, so she‘s

her car in campus. I slid

while she gets into the

It’s going to be a long five-hour drive.”

up the

feel a dull ache

Angeles, my home. Or maybe

thought of

wine Reagan.

shake my head out of that thought and decide

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

sun glaring down

hair makes it all

been trying to, so at least before I graduate from college might be

to afford one.

and put them on as I lean further into my seat. I stretch my 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 as she begins

beat.

not surprised she’s on this

was the wild type that doesn’t like to stay in

too long. If she

traveled to somewhere else

has. She has the on and off thing with them, so when she leaves,

the relationthip te be unhealthy,

wonder what Red

Tibe. I’m

squeas as the

another bei

mutter before turning my hand to

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

when I decided to take

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

like ting me dressed as

have realized I was gone by now, I had told him

he’ll be pissed.

pissed too, considering i left without telling her, and

the time to feel guilty. I have come

a few more hours, and we’ll be

bought lunch from a drive-through because

eat in a restaurant. That would take

me as I don’t have my disguise on. Reagan would have alerted

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

Lana voices out as shes me through

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

even experience death in

might also weaken our wolves

Excess of it

in the process. Hunters use it to capture

laws governing the relationship

who will humans ar abiluci tham will be hunted down and

is one oil

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to wait

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o ld

a hint wolf’s bane in my system. just this empty feeling inside of me, ating me from the inside out. I feelxxhausted and sick, wanting to throw up

see the sun setting in the distance. The orange glow of the sky mixing

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

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

down the dirt

time as it was getting very dark and my phone

didn’t want Reagan

my phone to be bombarded with calls

me to come back. I

parents in the morning and

for

her mhome back in. Herd lights

into il diplorest. As

the rest of the world. They like living in isolation and don’t take intruders

also have why old customs and beliefs about

only stay at home, cook, clean and take care of the

his

howl, and soon, numerous others follow. From the corner of my eyes,

comfortably, though, not dazed