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My printer hummed and I could hear the pages of my essay being ejected from it. My brain was swimming with images of werewolves, and I felt like I was suffocating. Words seemed to float behind my eyes. All this research almost had me convinced that these creatures existed at one point.

Something nags at me, and images of Klayton continuously pops up in my mind. I go over to my backpack and pull out the small red book that was located inside of it.

I wasn't allowed to check it out. In fact, most things from that section of the library were private and were prohibited from being taken outside the walls of the library. So I did what anyone would do in that scenario.

I had to pretend to be using the washroom to sneak it into my bag.

I'm only borrowing it.

I begin to feel the soft edges of the cover and look for any indication of the artist's name on it. I place it down on the kitchen table with a sigh, unable to find anything.

My room suddenly became silent as the printer stopped whirring.

I organized the papers. The top page simply read:

At the sight of the paper, a surge of anger went through me. I wanted to tear it to pieces. Hours of my hard work that seemed worthless now. I really should have been doing research on Klayton.

God, why does he intrigue me so much? My true research was just beginning...

I pull the Ancient History syllabus up on my laptop. Office hours are listed at the top.

Friday's: 10:00am-11:00am

Guess tomorrow I'll have to pay him a visit.

I sit in bed with the red book and I examine each page one by one. Eventually, I find one drawing that seems to be signed. On the corner of the thick parchment page, there is a small set of initials.

I don't know what to make of it, but I mark the page with a small fold in the corner. Later on that night, I fall asleep with the small red book tucked in my arms, after looking into the eyes of my Professor scattered throughout the many pages.

~

I dream about the Moon Goddess.

I had done so much reading about her that I felt I would recognize her, but nevertheless I'd been shocked by her appearance in my dream. Although, the aura she gives off is unmistakable. I knew it to be her.

She appears to me as a powerful hunter, with a bow and arrow slung across her back. We sit together in a meadow, the moonlight our only source of illumination.

We sit in silence; she doesn't speak until I ask her my most pressing question.

"Why did you create these monsters?" I say softly, still entranced by her powerful aura. "These werewolves?"

"I am a slave to the moon, and it can be so lonely at night," She speaks as if picking each word carefully before speaking. I'm mesmerized with every word. Her voice makes my insides warm, as if the words are drenched in liquid gold.

As if I snapped out of a trance, her ringing words finally resonate through me. Her answer actually catches me by surprise. She continues on.

"The first one I made was my favourite, but his fate is not with me. It's with you," She whispers hoarsely.

My brain swims. How can I get a headache in my own dream?

"I know what you are thinking, but I assure you that they aren't as bad as you think Adira."

I can feel myself starting to wake up as the edges of the meadow are shrouded in a bright white light.

The Goddess takes my hand.

"I cannot come with you. I have to stay here for now." A single tear rolls down her cheek as she glances at the moon, "I'll see you again Adira— this I can promise." She kisses my forehead.

~

I wake up without an alarm clock.

My dream, unlike others, is fresh in my mind. This town is turning my world into make-believe; werewolves and Goddess' ... I really am going crazy here.

I'm feeling very anxious as I shower, and as I lightly brush makeup on. I try to calm my nerves as I pour coffee into my travel mug. I'm dressed nicer today; I unconsciously seemed to be trying to impress my Professor. I mentally scold myself.

I remember to shove the small red book into my backpack at the last second, before exiting my apartment.

Lenna is waiting at the bottom of my apartment building when the elevator slides open. This girl seems to be everywhere. Although, I rather do like her comforting appearance.

"Hey," I say as I try to catch her attention.

"Where you are going, girl?" Lenna reaches down to hug me as if she hasn't seen me in days.

"To see Professor Allan," I roll my eyes. "He's holding office hours and I want to get his opinion on my assignment." I hold up the paper in my hands to show her. And I'm trying to figure out his deal.

I don't say the last part out loud.

Lenna snatches the assignment and peers at it.

"You are going to see Alp­­—Professor Allan to talk about werewolves?" She asks and then looks at me as if it's the funniest thing she has ever heard. "You really did choose an interesting topic..."

"Honestly, I think I got too into it. I even had a dream about the Moon Goddess last night. I'm a little too invested," I say with a giggle.

Lenna's mouth drops open and I narrow my eyes a bit at her expression. Does she think I'm that insane?

"You were visited by the Moon Goddess?" Her eyes almost pop out of her face and she almost seems to be shaking with excitement. "She hasn't been seen in a hundred years!"

"How do you know so much about it? Did you take this class last year?" I am surprised by her investment in my essay. She shakes her head as if trying to get something out of her mind.

"You could say that. You should get going before you're late," She scolds. The elevator dings and she rapidly clamors in, beaming like a madwoman.

~

My walk to campus is fast.

The entire time I'm thinking about what I am going to ask once I'm in his office; what double handed questions to get information out of him.

I also wanted to ask what he was doing at Claws, and why he cared that I was with Kaden. What is his obsession with me staying in his class? Why he had he called me his?

I'm suddenly taken aback when I begin to realize that I hope the answer to all of these questions, is because he likes me.

I mentally slap myself for thinking about my Professor that way.

He made me want to be inappropriate. His intoxicating character made we want to do much worse things than what I was doing with Kaden,

or about to do.

Kaden.

I meant to ask Lenna for his number. I feel so bad for what happened, I needed to apologize and make sure he was okay. Out of nowhere, and completely cutting off my train of thought, a man hits my shoulder walking buy.

My coffee has spilled down my white shirt as my arm is jolted backward.

"Fuck!" I shout out of pure anger or frustration. Maybe both.

I look down and carelessly try to swipe away the stain. I almost think about turning around and going back home, but I have already just arrived at the observatory.

I check my phone to make sure this is the right building.Such a weird place to hold office hours.

I don't give it much more thought as I find a bathroom to clean myself as much as I can. The bathroom seems to be the only room on the main level, and when I find the stairs leading to the next floor, it winds around the outside of the building.

I gulp, there must be a hundred stairs. Here goes nothing. I start my climb and my palms start to sweat. At the top, I only find one room. Is there only room in this whole building? I glance around to make sure.

The door is closed, and I don't hear any voices on the other side. I knock and the door swings open at my light movements.

No one is here and I put my head in my hand, groaning out loud. I am such an idiot, I must be in the wrong building.

I whip around once I hear someone cough behind me, and his unmistakable melodic voice rings out.

"We meet again Adira."