Unknown POV
The first two periods went by like a daze, this one was dragging out so badly. They always bore me, but this one today was.way worse than usual because I seem to know the answers to the questions before the teacher asks them. She just repeats everything. To old fashioned and predictable she is, I giggle to me. Miss Ava while younger than most is to off in la-la land most of the time so we all just read or to have conversations and Mr Hamlock well he is way too old. Never shaves, never showers, and never does any teacher or anything for that matter. Just says "get out the booklet and do the pages until it's done"! Closes his eyes and snores so loud we aren't sure how Mrs Clamington has heard him.
As the principal you'd think she'd be onto it. This teacher though it is a little Strange. Miss Alice is her name but we haven't had her before. She introduced herself as the sub for our usual teacher, Mrs Claminton was with her but, I don't know it seems odd. Shaking my head, I'm probably overthinking it like I do most of the time.
Fourth period is my favourite. Call me a sucker for bad romance and ancient supernatural creatures and you know me in a nutshell. Anything romantic even hopelessly romantic and ancient and I'm all ears.
Fourth period is history and I love to learn about everything about werewolves, vampires and mythical and supernaturals, where they originally come from and how they lived back then. The special powers the Vampires possess and the ranks of the wolves ohhh, ohhh and Lycans. That sort of thing has always intrigued me. Mr Crayton is our history teacher and boy is he good at teaching. He doesn't have that monotone, droning voice either. It's harsh and hearty and he gets into the content he reads. Which makes it way better, he makes you want to learn, and it lets you finish the day on a good vibe not a bad one.
The bell went and I was up first, out the door first and skipping to my last class. Walking in quickly to the back far left corner I take the seat I always sit in. Away from everyone else, just how I like it. Mr Crayton has been talking most of class about The Great War we had with the humans. Hunters as they are called when I smelt something, I didn't react to it though but I felt it. Coffee and soap. Wait soap chuckling inwardly, concentrate on class girl I thought.
Mr Crayton was finishing his long-winded segment on the human vs supernatural war. The Great War and I was lost in everything he was saying. It was captivating and luring. I was so intrigued in all of what he was saying that before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of school.
Damn I was starting to get lost in the ancient scroll Mr Crayton was reading from about our Great War. Sighing I started to stretch my body as I didn't realise, I was scrunched over my desk, learning so far forward, my hands gripping the front of my desk. I was so intrigued I lost track of everything else and didn't even notice a new student had walked in and was standing next to him.
"Everyone put your books away and before you leave, I'd like to Introduce you all to our new class and pack members." Mr Crayton announces.
Everyone starts to put their books away and move around to leave like Mr Crayton hadn't said anything. Except for me. I was starstruck the very moment my eyes locked onto his.
He was beyond handsome. Chiselled jawline but refined to take on the shape of an angel. His short hair was raven black and clean cut. He was tall, taller than Mr Crayton. If I had to guess, I'd say 6'2 6'3. The perfect height I thought. His eyes were the most amazing shade of green which stood out against his tanned skin and dark hair.
By the Goddess this man was stunning. His scent was faint as he hadn't been here long, but I got a slight whiff of coffee beans and soap... my brows furrowed at the last smell. Wait, I smelt that just before, I'm not sure if I smelt correctly this time either or if I was mistaking the smell. I sniffed the air again, oh my, it's Jasmine. Coffee beans and Jasmine.
Either way, even if it is soap I giggle to myself, I'd like to get to know him. At that very thought I shook my head free of that thought. What the hell are you thinking? You know you can't. Demonic would kill you literally. I was snapped out of my daze by Mr Craytons voice.
"Right, you bunch of half brained air heads with no respect stop"! Mr Crayton was glaring at everyone, and he growled his words.
That's not like him I thought. Lots seem to be off today. Shaking the thought away as if I miss heard. I might just be going crazy, that's it, I decided to tell myself. Mr Crayton gestured to Sexy Man and I felt my cheeks flush, and my body started to get hot at the thought I just had. I glanced around and yep it was just me. I tried focusing my thoughts on something else.
"It's not working, shit."! I muttered to myself. Trying to control the flush of heat and the feeling of wetness I've got happening between my legs.
"Come on, Introduce yourself"! My Crayton said a lot louder than he intended. Making himself cringed and apologising to the new student instantly.
Laughing embarrassingly while rubbing the back of his beautiful short raven black hair, one hand in the pocket of his jeans, he nodded to Mr Crayton, oh how I'd like to be that hand... Oh, my goodness, snap out of it, I shake my head free of the naughty thoughts I was having just in time to hear the new student talk.
"Hi, I'm Loclyn but I prefer to be called Loc or, or Locy. I am 18 soon like umm like the rest of you" he stutters nervously.
"Um... I just moved here from the Wind Howler Pack." This time he said his words proudly and no stutter.
"I am usually shy, and this is embarrassing." He added as he was blushing.
"Thank you, Locy," My Crayton said.
"Don't forget everyone, papers on ancient history are due in four weeks. I look forward to reading some of my students' assignments and some of my students I don't look forward to reading at all. You know who you are, illiterate pompous twits" he chuckled.
I wasn't sure how to feel about the thoughts I just had so I grabbed my stuff and practically ran past him to get out of the classroom. On the way out I caught myself reading his mind and had to force myself to move quicker and check the time so I didn't hear anything he said. I haven't fully grasped the mind reading and most times it just happens when it wants to. It gives me the worse headaches and make me feel sick in the stomach.
Unknown POV I glanced up at the clock on the wall just as I left the classroom in a hurry. 2:50pm, ok I have an hour before lock in, as I call it. I don't have a phone, or even a watch, Demonic... I laugh to myself what a name honestly his parents must have thought he was a demon child just like he is as an old man. I swear with a name like that they hated him, they had to. No one would name their child that... would they? I pounded for a moment. I don't even think that is his real name but it's what I have been made to call him, I think to myself as I walk towards my locker.I look up slightly as I get closer to my locker not wanting to bump into anyone or give them an excuse to hit me or to insult me. I walk with my head down a lot. I don't like being stared at as everyone knows what I am, and I don't like making eye contact. The whispers and their thoughts are bad enough. I just want to shrink into myself most of the time. As soon as I do I know what they are thinking. Mind readi
Unknown POV I watched the events unfold in front of me in the hallway. I didn't get involved like always, I never do. I stay off to the side and keep away from her. I don't want to get too close; she might find out about me and how I feel for her and that wouldn't be good for either of us. The newcomer was rude and arrogant, in all honesty I wanted to go over and punch him, but as karma decided, I didn't have to. That's my girl I thought. Beautiful and shy but dangerous if pushed too far I thought as I watched her punch him right in the nose. I continued to watch their interaction, she was on fire, not only can she stand up for herself she is a little sarcastic too. Finishing their back and forth moment in the hallway, he was walking passed with Erica I swear I almost threw up. Trust arrogant preppy looking boys to be around their own."She doesn't even know who she is, it's a shame really, so beautiful too,"! I said out loud not meaning to. I turned and headed out the fire exit. E
Loclyn POV Standing in a new classroom full of new people again. It's starting to get old. Fourth school in two years. Yay. Not. I thought as the teacher ushered me to Introduce myself to these students. Do I really have to? I thought as I did the same routine as always. I started to introduce myself when I noticed a lonely looking skeleton of a girl at the back of the classroom. She wore a massive hoodie, it's way too hot for jumpers I thought to myself. No sooner, did I catch myself staring at this mysterious girl, she looked up enough for me to catch her eyes. Captivating that was the first thought I had. Her eyes were this Golden yellow, streaks of pearlescent, running through them like lighting shards. I've never seen that colour before. It had me entranced. They were beautiful and round. Her hair from what I could see was blonde, but the tips were a very light reddish pink. Strawberry blonde hair I corrected myself. She was stunning in every way and had my undivided attentio
Unknown POV Busting through the doors of the cafeteria still angry with the events of 10 minutes ago I saw Wendy look up at me. The smile had gone instantly, and her arms crossed over her chest. Not much startles this woman and I sure didn't but she doesn't like it when people are stomping around and sulking like I just did. "Sorry Wendy" I sing out to her on the other side of the cafeteria. "That's quite alright dear but don't make it a habit" she says in a gentle but firm way.Walking straight towards Wendy, who is the best lunch lady in the world. So beautiful and elegant even for her old age. Long blonde hair is always in a perfect bun. Gorgeous light blue eyes that sing with gentleness especially when she smiles. She is always well dressed and happy. Her smile, so soft and warm. She is what I would imagine a mother to look like. Her voice is soothing and calming. Her hands are smooth and soft to the touch. Just what I imagine a mother to sound and feel like. She was the anatom
Loclyn POV After watching her interaction with the lunch lady and listening to what was said, I had a smirk on my face. Of course, everyone wanted to find their mates. What did she mean by asking if she had one? Is she some sort of ninja mutant possum thing I wondered having a quiet little chuckle to myself. As she was leaving, I called out to her, but she didn't turn around or even acknowledge that she heard me. Maybe she didn't, but I swear she saw me. "Hmmm, a bit rude isn't she"? I said to no one. Maybe she was worried that I came just to abuse her or even hit her for breaking my nose just before. Either I could have sworn she saw me and heard me. I raced to the doors she just went through. At the back of the school, I thought furrowing my eyebrows. No one goes out the back of the school. There's nothing out there but the forest. Erica did say she lived outside the pack. Maybe that's the way to where she lives. It wasn’t something that is usually unheard, a student living ou
Daydra POV"Ready and..." what the hell I said out aloud. Noticing I wasn't going anywhere.Looking over my shoulder at the reason why I'm not moving. There was a hand holding my hood stopping me from going anywhere."Well, shit just got awkward didn't it."!? Is what I heard "Yes, yes it did. What are you doing?! I asked him "I um, I wanted to.. well.."! He stuttered out."Aaahhhh fuck. I'm going to miss lock in. No, no, no",... was all I could think and didn't realise I voiced it too.Scared shitless, knowing what was coming if I didn't hurry up and leave already. I turned to face him, and he was redder than ever and flustered. Aww how freaking cute I thought. Wait no, after how he spoke to me at the end of school in front of everyone. Leaving with that git Erica. I won't think of him as cute anymore, I told myself. He is just like them, arrogant and self absorbed."Loclyn if it's not important please let go so I can leave."! I said politely I'm royally fucked.The last beating was s
Daydra POVPleading with Loclyn to leave and hearing Demonic stomping towards the door from inside, I started getting so nervous and anxious I thought my heart was going to stop beating.Not knowing what to do I looked straight at Pretty Boy and growled low and quietly hoping Demonic didn't hear me. Loclyn stopped dead still like he heard me and with a slight sigh I looked back to the hopping Loclyn would just walk away. "You're late she beast" he bellowed through the closed door not releasing there was someone other than me outside. I knew better than to bring anyone here and this place wasn't inside the pack grounds. It was by itself. Far enough away for no other wolf or creature to hear my screams when Demonic got a hold of me for doing something against his rules. He didn't want anyone to find out how much of a monster he had become after his mate couldn't take his abuse any longer and left him but not before she severed the ties they had as mates by rejecting him."I am sorry,
Loclyn POV As I headed towards my car, I had this nagging feeling of unease. Not just because it was becoming harder and harder to breathe or because I was practically stumbling along the road, which came out of no where. I felt like I needed to turn around and go back. I kept trying to make it to my car, because Daydra told me to leave and even though I really didn't want to I wasn't about to be, that crazy stalker guy who didn't listen when told no. No matter how hard I tried to get to my car, only a few meters away I couldn't. My footing was becoming more and more unstable with each step. No, I shook my head, she made it clear I had to leave. I don't think this has to do with her telling me to leave and me not wanting. I thought I heard her calling me but my head was pounding with pain, I was unsteady on my feet, my breathing harsh and it was hard to intake the air I needed, so I wasn't sure , if it was her and not just my imagination. Not knowing what to do or what was going on