The school parking lot is unusually empty as I walk out. I had let time slip away in the library, looking for a book for my project.
The uneasiness I am getting tells me it wasn’t the right choice.
As I hadn’t shifted yet, my senses weren’t like a normal wolves’, but I could still tell someone was watching me. I pull my backpack in front of me and stash my books away in a hurry, the feeling of anxiety only increasing as footsteps approach from the distance.
I curse internally when a book drops to the ground. As I lean forward to pick it up, a hand reaches out before I can. My heart jumps straight up my throat.
BA-DUM
“Claire.”
BA-DUM
There is four of them. Wait, no, five. Wicked blue eyes are staring straight at me.
BA-DUM
“Emm.” I try to snatch the bo
