Blood Moon Rising

There are two kinds of people in the world, the bad and the worst. Gideon Demetrius was on his way to becoming the wicked. Growing up on the run, everything he wanted he had to take it, chipping at his soul bit by bit. An uncontrollable hunger, the light so very far away. He was caged within his own shell, alone with only the darkness. Within the shadows, he changed into the manipulative bastard who sat at the center of a literature lecture, distracting every feminine and a few masculine eyes in the class. I rolled my eyes and went back to scribbling notes in my notebook. If only they knew the truth about the most feared wolf in…well, the world. They would be running for the hills as we speak. It was easy to say someone was feared but to actually feel the hair on the back of your neck stand up when they walked by, was something else. Even now about 5 seats away from him, a thin sheet of sweat began to coat my palms. I ran my hands over my baggy jeans and tried to pay keen attention

When your life is as boring as mine, you develop a routine that’s more of a habit that you can’t quit. Wake up, do a few minutes of indoor exercises, shower, do homework, watch a movie, go to class, eat every 5 seconds, write a few lines to a book you have been working on for the past 3 years, watch another movie, idle, sleep and repeat. Yep, the life of an introverted werewolf. It wasn't much but I got by just fine. On weekends, young pack members go over to the pack house to train or too assist. I mainly assist even if I’m not really a part of the pack. So why was I currently walking towards the training grounds? Well, because I'm a really good friend and this is what good friends do. “What do you think of Gideon's proposal," Shay asked. Her first words spoken since this morning or last night. I shrugged. "There seems to be more to the story than he's letting on," I replied honestly. "Maybe you can ask him, maybe find out what he really wants," Shay suggested hopefully, slowing