Chapter 7

Witches and Werewolves.

I never thought these would be such common words in my life….. But now I was thrusted in this place where I was surrounded by them.

Werewolf. The word was something I had only ever heard in movies. It was funny as a Witch but I had never crossed parts with creatures other than Witches like myself.

Shit, when I thought about it I had not crossed parts with other Witches before. My family were strays. I had once asked my Mother if witches like us existed and she responded that, "Witch Kind are dwindling and rare, we may very well be the last of our kind."

Knowing my Mother the way I knew her now, obviously it was either a lie or she was uniformed. I leaned closer to lie, I was at the stage of my life where I had realized my Mother lied a lot.

Her lies were what caused…. It did not matter, I ended it all, thus harboring all the blame.

So they were two truths right now, my Mother had either been lying or misinformed because here I was, in Nether Mount High with a parade of Witches and creatures called Werewolves.

I leaned against the desk chair more, eyeing the computer screen carefully. I was not dumb, I could easily accept the reality of other Witches existing besides my Family.

But what was this new species…. Werewolves? What, they turned into Wolves during the full moon?

Doubtful. Caspians capabilities were beyond the scope of human nature so I reckoned he could use his Wolf perks without the aid of the full moon.

Wolves. Was Sin a Wolf as well? Tch, he had not shown any strange sign, but him being human was out of the question. There was nothing human about the sensual and dominant aura that always caressed him.

And he was Caspian's brother. Twin brother even.

I kept scrolling the internet for more information on….. Werewolves but I knew I was being delusional searching for information here, the internet was absolutely ridiculous when it came to Supernaturals species.

I couldn't believe they were people who believed witches were green with pinocchio noses.

When I saw a page that said Werewolves were actually a type of hybrid dog I knew I was just done. This was frustrating, I could not go on like this.

With the fear that gripped me last night, I could not sleep. I kept looking towards the door in case one of those Werewolves burst in and ripped me apart.

After all, a prime example of the threat level they were at was Caspian Crescent.

But….. Who would I ask for help from? Who had information about these Werewolves? Caspian? He would have me for lunch, he said it himself he was craving to stain his hands with Witch blood.

Sin? Ah, that cold bastard, he was unpredictable, like a bloody wall, it honestly frightened me just as much as Caspian did so…. Nope.

Who else? Drusilla? Hmm, considerable but I was sure she was a witch as well, and from the incident before I did not trust her around myself.

All these people were just too fine with killing and harming each other besides being teenagers.

Seriously, the confusion was defeating….. Stoner then? She certainly didn't have the same danger warning the rest of them did but she obviously knew something, a lot of somethings, now that I thought of it.

Stoner had left the dome early. I was not sure where she left to but I would check the canteen first since she was allergic to classes.

I glanced down and turned on my phone. It was already 7:25, nearly time to end the breakfast period. Hurriedly I stood up and began my march to the Canteen.

Passing by doors of several different rooms in the majestically designed halls of Nether Mount high my ears caught a solemnly woven sound.

It was a sweet and sombre sound of a lost echo, resounding from wherever it originated from to the halls. I paused from the distractions, moving my neck sideways to follow the sound of the gingerly webbed music.

Peeking through the reflective rectangular glass on the door I saw the origins of the sound.

It was a bronze-brown haired boy in the regular school uniform, seated comfortably on the piano bench whilst playing seriously. His skin formed creases on his forehead, and his eyes were squeezed shut. Veins popped at the side of his neck, muscles constricting unnecessarily while he played.

The sound was revolving from sweet and pitiful to high and suppressing.

Oddly enough the music was precisely my impression of him.

Unconsciously threaded in my thoughts I had not earlier realized the music had stopped playing while a pair of bottled green eyes were looking my way.

I blinked, watching Sin look at me, face devoid of any previous frustration or any emotion at all. Like…. Like a broken doll.

I shook my head. It was a weird analogy.

Well I had been marching to find Stoner just now to ask her the questions haunting me….. But what if….?

I didn't even think much before I opened the door and entered the room littered with musical instruments.

Like an unshakable ghost the pair of bottled green eyes righteously followed my every movement. It made me feel nervous, like I had willingly entered the "Wolf's" den.

No, stop thinking like that Psyche, that's dramatic.

I stood, hips leaned against the piano, eyes designated solely on his own bottled green orbs. It was extremely cruel having to seamlessly continue staring at his green eyes which had an unusual oppressive spirit dancing within them.

From the corner eye I noticed his jaw tick if only for a moment. Then came the realization that he was irritated by our staring contest.

I blinked, ejecting my eyes from his. Weirdo, why didn't he just break our gaze himself if he was irritated?

As I struggled to focus my eyes anywhere besides his entire body as a whole he bit and spoke. "What are you doing here, witch?"

Witch.

I was not used to that word being so casually thrown around. Having lived my entire childhood in secrecy, this new change had my mind feeling incredibly slow.

I awkwardly huffed. "*Tsk* This is the music room, can't anybody come in here?"

He put one of his hands on the top of the sleek black piano and then put the side of his face on the spread out palm.

My heart squeezed momentarily at the sight. The imbalance in this world was devastating. This boy looked exactly like a perfect perfection even when he was just being casual.

Then there was I…. Who looked like a hobo most of the time.

This type of beauty should be illegal.

"You witches always like to play a cat and mice game, luckily I like mice, so I'll ask again what do you want?"

Now while that sounded very threatening it did not have the amount of heat Caspian would have given every word. No it was just overwhelmingly cold, and that frightened me just as well as Caspian did.

Of course this type of thing must be kept to myself. My elder brother didn't name me bonehead just to be an asshole.

"Do you turn into a wolf every full moon?" I blurted out.

Damn it, that was certainly not what I wanted to ask. I instinctively slapped my hand on my head. Stupidity worked faster than anything else in my body.

While having my eyes shut as I slapped my forehead, something warm made contact with my skin. Another skin.

I opened my eyes to see two long fingers of Sin were clasping my chin, dragging my face roughly lower to his level.

The cold crusty voice slithered nervousness up my spine.

"Do you have a death wish?"