The Twilight Circle

Olathe is a werewolf, and a damn pretty one, too (On the front cover :P). Her name actually means beautiful. But when she meets a stranger, her life begins to stir up. Things are turned upside down! In this crazy life of hers, four men are each fighting for the right to claim her as their own. Some girls would dream of this; but circumstances are not on Olathe's side.
~The first compelling novel in the Grey Wolves series~


13. Innocent Blood

Silent tears are still running down my cheeks, as both Lucy, George and I crouch behind a car. He's ready to stand up, if my crazy-ass ex boyfriend ever actually thinks to look over here. He's stabbed everyone in the parking lot. Everyone's blood is going down the gutters with a sickening dripping noise, and the bleeding from my arm is making me feel dizzy. I begin to sway, and George puts an arm around me, holding me tight. I wince as his fingers accidentally stroke over my wound, but I'm too busy watching the road for the cops.


Lucy managed to call the cops and tell them where we were, hiding her voice through the screaming. In only a few minutes, she finished the call, and the cops said they were on their way. But two minutes have passed, and everyone's dead, and they still haven't showed up.


Tears fog my vision as the enraged murderer before us throws anything he can find. Rocks, food, body parts...

I try not to throw up as I shove my face into Geroge's shoulder, blocking out the world and it's dangers.





A bright light flashes through my eyelids, and I move my arm over my eyes, and groan. My head feels like it's being hit multiple times with a hammer. I groan again. "Guys, she's awake!" Suddenly I feel as if I'm being stared at, and feel myself begin to get flustered.

"Get the torch out of my eyes!" I hiss, clearly not in a good mood what-so-ever. I feel a sort of hesitance from the stranger as he flicks off the torch.


I lift my arm up off my eyes, only to be rewarded with a cold bucket of water tipped over me. "What the fuck, man?!" I roar, rubbing my eyes. When I open them, I see a boy, probably fourteen, staring at my face. I scowl. "Who the hell are you?" The boy simply looks away, cowering under my glare.


"Your questions will be answered soon."

I turn my head to look behind me, at a man who appears older than me. Probably seventeen, as he looks about one year older. I snort.

Obviously I've put on a cocky and fearless appearance, though on the inside, it's anything but. I honestly would probably be screaming and running by now, but I actually have a conscience, so I figured out the would have eventually caught me, anyway. The only other option was to go wolf, but then the secrect would be out, and my clothes would be ruined. I sigh as I lay back down. Welp, I think, At least they seem at least remotely nice.

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