Petals fell around me in flashes of blinding white. A strange ache echoed in my chest, crying over a blocked memory. Dew coated my skin and I brushed the drops away. I sat in a daze. Another body shifted near me.

“You’re awake.” Abigail. She was sitting against the trunk of a tree. Her feet were bare and she curled her toes into the earth. “You were asleep for a long time.”

“I…don’t remember.” Was there a sky past the white hanging over us? I craned my neck back, searching for a slip of blue. “I feel wrong.”

Voices drifted towards us and I turned my head. Abigail stood as I did, eyes narrowing, “They’re playing a game.”

“Who? What game…?” I took a step forward, feeling the softness of the earth beneath me.

“Don’t.” Abigail reached out, her hand encircled my wrist, “You should stay away from them.”

There was an urgency in her grip. The voices grew louder, more frantic. “Tell me. Please.”

Her lips pressed together, “It’s Werewolf. They’re just screwing with each other. The Literature Club.”

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A chill sliced down my spine and I shook away her hand, “Something’s wrong.”

“It’s none of our business.”

“I want to see.” I needed to see. Their voices, rising in crescendo, was a beckoning. My feet moved forward, and all at once I was on concrete. When I glanced behind me, there was no longer a field nor Abigail. The school building loomed in the distance, and I was in the middle of the courtyard. The sky was a bleeding red, the horizon a deep blue.

Alarm rang in my head. The voices were clearer now. A steady chanting. One voice stood out from it all, one that wasn’t a part of the rhythm. I followed the sound, leading me towards the back of the office building. Smoke hit my nose as I drew near. Lights from a fire washed over the walls as I walked to the edge of the building. I kept my back pressed against the wall, peering over.

Figures were crowded around the fire. I could just make out a figure kneeling down in front of them in front of the flames. “After a lengthy discussion, it’s been decided that you’re the wolf.”

“How the hell did you come to that conclusion—?”

“As such, you’ll be cast out never to be seen again. If you come back we’ll feed you to the flames.”

The crowd rushed towards the boy on the ground. I jerked, moving towards the mayhem before I realized what I was doing. Compelled to. Only an arm reached out and crossed along my middle. A hand clamped over my mouth. Goosebumps scattered along my skin as I struggled against the person holding me down.

In front of me, the crowd collapsed on the boy. All I could do was watch his violent exile.