“You don’t know anyone who wants a bar job do you?” the wolf half laughed, rubbing his head.

“Here, here, I’ve got one for you. Okay,” he pretended to clear his throat as he prepared to tell his joke. “The past, the present and the future all walked into a bar. It was tense,” the male grinned, hitting his hands against the table.

“Yes, yes i’m home. Try not to get too overwhelmed.” He grinned, dropping his backpack on the floor. 

Beth looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun. She squinted… her eyes trying to find the source of the burning smell in the air. “Wait…” She paused. “I’m sure I see smoke in the distance.”

Cailan blinked, looking up when he heard a voice. He hadn’t realised he’d been lost in his own thoughts, unsure how long he’d been staring into space. His eyes felt dry and he rubbed them. When had he last slept? That wasn’t like him. He’d read his family’s grimoire from cover to cover… gone through whatever material he could find without drawing too much attention to himself with the coven… he hoped. He was determined to help Aria.

“Okay, so tell me. Any gossip?” the vampire asked, a slight smirk on her full lips. “I leave town for a few days and there’s something not quite right. Or am I imagining things?”

Gerry leaned his weight against the counter, letting out a breath. His blue eyes took in the dimly lit room. A place he knew so well… and right now, he almost felt like a stranger. He was ashamed of himself and the way he’d fallen apart since his father had died. He was doubting himself as a leader, a friend… as a good person.

“It’s got bloody cold outside…” The werewolf folded his arms. He was regular around town, but after the full moon he was trying to keep his head down. His bruises hadn’t quite healed and he didn’t want to risk one of the wolves scenting him. “You don’t know anywhere that serves coffee late do you?” 

The rain seemed to pound heavier with each passing minute. There was something about it that put Parker’s mind at ease that morning as he waited by the register for James, the owner of Cove’s Convenience Store to finish with a customer on the phone. He found it strange, yet amusing, that James still used a house phone, complete with spiral cord as opposed to a mobile. Probably just his age.

Bradley wasn’t particularly thrilled about being back in Crestle Cove. He’d left for a reason. He’d always felt out of place here. He wasn’t a wolf… he wasn’t considered a full witch either… maybe they were just jealous of his magic. He laughed out loud before realising he had done so. “I’m not this weird all the time, I promise,” he looked up, giving a smile to the stranger. “You don’t happen to know of any work going for this weird guy, do you?”

Aria had put herself into more danger then she’d realised. She’d lost track of the full moons… It was unlike her, but her mind had been so foggy lately. “I think… I think i got bitten.” She held out her arm, the skin around it burning. 

“Do you know how much I’ve had to drink to feel anything?” the blonde laughed, pausing as if she was waiting for a response. “A lot. The answer is a lot.”

a quite morning at Crestle Cove’s town square, Chrystal wasn’t able to sleep the night before, she stood all night long awake painting her last piece, enraged with the thought that se might never have her own gallery, but still she had hope. she usually spent her nights wide awake, since it’s her most creative hours, she says.

Beth sat, biting her lip. “It’s weird. I… I don’t remember but I know I saw it. I keep trying to remember their faces. But I can’t remember.” She looked up at them. “Do you think… I dream like this?”

“If there’s one good thing about this weekend. I barely feel a thing.” She lifted her glass of wine and took a long sip. “I can keep going all day and not a thing… Trust me nothing will knock this wolf out before the full moon. I’ve tried.”