Free Wolf Sirens: Forbidden: Discover The Legend by Tina Smith Page A

her -“and who locked me in a
store closet?” I was trying to whisper and yell at the
same time.
“Sshh,” she raised a finger to her lips, urgently
quieting me. She nodded toward the exit. “Let’s talk
outside,” she coaxed with a serious stare. The thinner
librarian was frowning at me, so I followed her, with
the note in my hand.
She led me out the door. “Grab your bag,” she
said low at me though we were outside and no one
was around. I touched the knife in my pocket through
the cloth of my jumper subconsciously and let it go.
“Are you going to get yours?” I gestured. I assessed her. She was wearing a brown jumper, which
didn’t seem to fit. It was a v-neck, similar to one my
grandfather would have worn, which was far too big,
and the same pinstriped pants as yesterday. Her eyes
were still hard and expressionless, the same as when
she had approached me in front of my house.
“Why should I go anywhere with you?” I added
in a rush “What the hell is going on here!” As my
voice heightened she glanced around, obviously wary
of others. She looked distracted then her eyes glazed
over, frozen like a deer hearing a predator approach.
What was she hearing? I wondered - or was this all
part of a drug-induced psychosis?
Fed up, I said, “You have exactly two minutes to
explain to me what’s going on, Cresida-” My voice
was riddled with panic and it felt strange to actually
say her name aloud - “or I am going to report you and
your friends to the Principal.”
She smiled as though my threat was as hollow as
it sounded. It didn’t strike me as a nervous expression,
it was a smirk across her thin lips and the expression
frightened me.
“What do you think is going on exactly?” she
questioned, obviously intrigued now, instead of cautious. She seemed to resume relaxed movement, as
though her previous action was a seizure. I decided
to cut to the chase.
“Either there’s some cult going on here or they
really are werewolves or this school takes practical jokes to a whole new level - are you on drugs?” I
added.
She scoffed. “I wish,” she murmured, smiling to
herself.
“That isn’t helpful Cresida. If you think this is
funny-” I turned to leave - “I am going to Mr Crealy.”
“Don’t,” she called. “You don’t know what you’re
doing - let me explain. I don’t want to-” she huffed
frustrated - “but it’s inevitable, you are destined for
trouble, but you need to figure this out for yourself.”
My forehead creased in a frown. What a bizarre
thing to offer me as an explanation: a prediction?
“I want to show you something, come on,” she
urged with her teeth gritted and she gave an annoyed
glance.
“Is this supposed to scare me, or something.” I
stiffened. This was getting trickier than I’d imagined.
“Look, Cresida I am giving you an out here. You can
go with me, tell everything and we can really get
them to stop all this…teasing, this hazing, if that’s
what is even going on here?” I frowned.
I waited for her reply.
“Come with me,” she said in a calm voice. “I
shouldn’t be showing you this,” she said, almost to
herself.
I automatically started to walk with her and then
thought better of it.
“Is this the part where they get me in a secluded
area and jump out in masks?” I accused - I wasn’t falling for it. I pulled up short, grabbing her by the arm
she raised one eyebrow. She spoke before me.
“Lila.” She said my name with familiarity. “They
want to make you one of them,” she said firmly, wide
eyed.
“With hazing?” I felt unsure if this was where she
was headed. She didn’t reply.“I am not going anywhere with you Cresida, you’re really fucked up,” I
said with a hint of sympathy.“I can help you – let’s
go and we can explain everything to the teachers, because I’m not going anywhere with you, - whatever is
going on isn’t right.” There, I had said my piece.
She huffed and shook her