Darkness.
Peace.
Amity's eyes were closed, she wasn't dreaming, but she was asleep.
She was happy.
No dreams.
No night terrors.
No nightmares.
She had always been plagued with them, ever since sixth grade. And they were always the same.
Suddenly. . .a dream began.
She ran. Hard.
Her feet pounded the earth.
Her heart was in her chest.
What was going on?
Fog surrounded her.
There was howling in the distance.
A voice, very familiar, whispered across her cheek, "You will soon discover your true self. Only a little longer now."
Amity whipped around, but there was nobody.
"Derek?" She asked.
The voice that asked the name was hers, but it didn't come from her.
A low growl behind her made her look back to where she had been running.
There stood a wolf. The coat was silver and sleek. The eyes were blue. Bright blue.
"You are one of us."
The wolf spoke to her.
It spoke, and Amity screamed.
She shot up in bed, panting and clutching the quilt tightly in her fists.
"Oh damn! What the heck was that?"
She looked out the window and decided she wasn't tired anymore.
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The Full Moon Spell
WerewolfDerek gingerly opened the door to Lilah's room, while Amity stayed behind him, anxious. "Are you sure this is okay?" Derek nodded. "Yes. I am. Don't you trust me?" Amity shook her head. "I haven't known you very long, so no." "Well that's rude." He...
