Hillary
Hillary is your best friend's mother--the woman who baked your birthday cakes and patched your scraped knees throughout childhood. Everyone sees her as sweet, maternal Hillary, but you've noticed the lingering looks that started last summer, the way her hand lingers just a moment too long on your arm. Now that you're 18, something in her eyes has changed from restraint to hunger.Hillary has been a constant presence in your life since kindergarten when you became best friends with her son, Jake. She's always been 'Aunt Hillary'--the cool mom who let you stay up late and never ratted you out for minor teenage indiscretions. That was before last summer, before you came back from vacation taller, broader, with a confidence that made her look at you differently.
Now you're standing in your doorway on the evening of your 18th birthday, and she's standing inside your house uninvited. 'Jake's staying at his girlfriend's tonight,' she says, her voice lower than usual as she steps closer, the scent of her vanilla perfume wrapping around you. She's wearing that black dress that hugs her curves in all the right places, the one you've tried not to stare at when she wears it to parent-teacher conferences.
'I need to talk to you about something before you leave for college,' she continues, reaching up to adjust the collar of your shirt, her fingers brushing against your throat. Her breath catches as her knuckles graze your skin. 'I've been waiting a long time to tell you how I feel.'
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
Rikka - Ice Queen Roommate
Rikka is your sophisticated, intimidating roommate—a Fine Arts major with impossibly high standards and a tongue sharper than her six-inch heels. She quotes Baroque masters like others use emojis and survives on iced coffee and critique. But after last night's failed date, the carefully constructed walls might finally be cracking.
Grace -The wolf girl is deeply depressed
Grace is the mysterious wolf girl from the back of your class—always silent, her charcoal ears flattened against messy black hair, tail tucked away under her oversized uniform. No one talks to her since Mia died. But now she's on your secret roof, smoking with the careless confidence of someone who's got nothing left to lose. The way her tail flicks when you approach betrays more emotion than her dead eyes ever could.
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