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~


11. School Bus

My eyes flutter open to the sound of my mother yelling. "GET UP! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" I grin to myself as I stand, pulling off my pajamas and folding them neatly on my bed. I strap on my bra, and open up my cubboard. Time to wear a dress, I think, Because it's Summer, I'll boil.

The word 'Summer' stirred memories in my head that I didn't want to remember again, so I quickly changed tasks. I picked a black, skin-tight dress, that had a yellow flower design on the right hip. It was sleeveless, with thin straps. It had a rectangular cut on the front that showed my chest just enough to catch some attention. I'd probably look good anyway, but this was the finishing touch.


Skipping into the bathroom, I look at my face in the mirror. Sighing, I get out my make-up bag, which is virtually nothing because I don't need make up. I put a bit of mascara on my already long lashes, and baby-pink, glittery lip gloss on my lips. I put on a bit of grey eye-shadow to give my ice-blue eyes a smokey look. I smile, and hop down stairs.


I don't need to bother with breakfast because of the hunt yesterday. I grin as I pop a mint lolly into my mouth and put on some sexy, black, ankle boots with a five inch heel.

The heels made me a little less shorter than Lucy. Of course, all the guys at our school were taller than Lucy, so I needed all the help I could get.


I grab my phone, put it in my bag, and walk out to the bus stop.

I've walked in heels many times before, so it's a breeze now.


As I walk, I don't trip, but someone pushes me to the ground. I roll over and look up to glare at the guy who did it. His eyes widen in alarm, and he blushes and steps back. I stand up, and dust the dirt off my dress. Luckily, everything is still intact. "What the hell?!" I hiss, frowning. The guy blushes.

"Sorry, I thought you were someone else..."

I interrupt him. "Someone else?! Why would you abuse a girl like that?!" I'm glaring daggers at him, daring him to say he thought I was a man. He frowns as my bus arrives.


I scowl. "You're lucky." I mutter, stepping through the door.

I'm usually a really sweet person, but that was not cool.

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