Katya POV Another day in this shit hole of a school, I was in my last year of high school, and I was glad this part of my life was nearly over. Soon I would not have to put up with the constant torment of being the freak of the Pack. Only three more months of school, and I would be free, free to choose never to see these arseholes again.   My father was the Beta of the Pack; he was a highly regarded pack member. So, imagine his disappointment when he discovered I had no wolf. I was the freak of the Pack, the wolf-less girl. Our school was a Pack school with only werewolves, no humans allowed. So, you could imagine what sort of hell it has been for me here. I was basically human, shamefully so.   My parents are the best, though; my Pack may shun me but not once have they even entertained the idea, always telling me I was a late bloomer and that my wolf would come one day. I used to believe that story, too, un

"You can sit," he says, nodding toward the chair beside me. I stared at it before sitting on the edge and looking back toward the door where my parents were waiting.   Turning back to face the Alpha, I find him watching me again. "Your name is Katya?" He says pronouncing it correctly; most people don't the first time.   "Yes, Alpha,"   "You can call me Ezra," he says quickly, and I nod.   "How old are you?"   "Seventeen," I tell him, and he nods before looking at some documents, which I see are my mother's and father's paperwork, along with my birth certificate. He picks it up, looking at it.   "You turn eighteen soon? You will be able to find your mate. That's exciting," he states, his eyes flicking back to me. I say nothing. No one will want me; I was basically human with the added difference of heightened senses.   "You go to school; I

"Does the Alpha help with training?" I ask Jasmine.   "Yeah, he comes every day to help train us if he isn't in meetings. Training is compulsory no matter age and gender; also, the school is short-staffed at the moment," I watch as Angie, the girl Jasmine told me to avoid, runs across the field towards the Alpha, clinging onto him like a leech.   "Yeah, Angie has a thing for the Alpha. Seems to think he will choose her as his mate," Jasmine says, and I nod. For some reason, seeing her cling on to him annoyed me a little, but I shoved it aside. I didn't want any trouble with her, especially if she is as bad as Jasmine claims she is.   "How old is the Alpha?" I ask. He looked pretty young compared to my last Alpha, who was in his fifties.   "twenty five, he is a good Alpha, strict but fair. A lot better than his father, who was a complete asshole."   "So he took over the pack when

I stayed in my room all night. My parents' judging eyes were too much to handle, so I went to bed early. Getting up the following day to my mother screaming for me to hurry. I quickly raced around, getting dressed and racing to the bathroom to brush my teeth.   "Did you sleep through your alarm?" My mother asks as I race toward the front door, her keys in hand, where she was waiting. She passes me an apple, and I take it, biting into it as I follow her out to the car.   My mother gave me one of her lectures about coasting through the middle and not drawing attention to myself and Yadda Yadda the entire drive to school. I tuned her out, mostly adding occasional nods and hmm noises, so she thought I was listening. When I get to school, I find Jasmine waiting for me.   "Hey, Kit kat," she says, waving to me.   "Kit kat, really?" I ask at the nickname she has given me.   "Yes, I like

Katya POV   Walking to training, I was suddenly jerked into the locker rooms as I passed them.   A gasp of fright left my lips, not expecting to be grabbed. Spinning around, I come face to face with my mother.   "Geez, you scared the crap out of me," I chuckle. But she was staring down at me with a stern face I didn't like.   "Where have you been?"   "Detention, where else?"   "I looked for you. You weren't in detention with Angie."   "No, they placed me in the Alpha's office."   "What, why?"   "Because that is where he told me to go."   "Don't use that tone with me, young lady; now listen, today is wolf training."   "Okay, I will tell them I am sick," I tell her, but she shakes her head. I watch, horrified, as she pulls something