Jaxon smiled as he taught the newbies how to kick the ball. Some had been here last year but had not gotten a position yet so they have started to train to become a kicker. Mark Rowe kicked the ball hard and confidently. It flew far but he could not control his kick at all. It flew off the field and keep going. Some of the Deltas gushed over at the stands while Jaxon rolled his eyes. What's the point of kicking far if you cannot keep the ball inside the field?

Mark is a proud Beta and liked to show off to the Deltas and challenge the other Betas. The other Betas growled at him and he smirked at them in return. Jaxon hit them over the head.

"No growling!" he hissed and pointed at the one human who looked on uncomfortably.

Hadrien Dufort was a tiny, pale-faced lad with brown eyes and dirty blond hair. He had traveled from the Margeride pack in France to England after his older brother Joshua had been chosen by one of the wolves of the Price pack. He had not been chosen but still stayed here in hope that one day he might be worthy of a wolf.

Hadrien knew about wolves but whenever he saw them use their powers it reminded him about what he had not. Several of the Betas decided to give Hadrien some attention but the lad himself did not seem happy about the attention.

Jaxon looked over at the one Delta in their team. Dale Hawker pouted as he focused on the ball. The green eyes did not let the ball go and his pale, freckled face was puckered as he tried to aim his kick. The red hair ruffled in the wind as he kicked with all his might… and the ball flew around two meters.

It went silent as Dale pouted at his failed kick before every Beta in the vicinity tried to encourage him to try again. Jaxon merely grimaced at their ridiculous behavior. Betas sure fancies to spoil Deltas. It was in their nature. Deltas were the weakest in the pack and are the healers, craftsmen, and caretakers of the wolf packs. Delta wolf spirit often chose females while Alphas often chose males. Deltas had strong pheromones that made other Alphas and Betas their guardians whether they liked it or not. Delta merely had to snap their fingers and Betas came running to help them. Dale was especially good at using his pheromones to get what he wants.

He wanted a male Alpha as a mate but few have been chosen by an Alpha wolf. Jaxon himself had few interests in Dale even if he was adorable. Not as much as Blake though. Fortunately, Alpha wolfs have some resistance to Delta's pheromones otherwise Jaxon had been an easy target. Though Dale still tried to flirt with him. Of course, he would never do that when his girlfriend Jessie was close. Jessie would bury him alive.

Dale turned to wave at Jaxon but Jaxon had already turned his gaze to something more of interest. Blake came limping with his friend Alex beside him. He looked pale, most likely from the pain, but seemed better. It had been a few days so the wound should at least not be as bad as it was.

Jaxon felt light on his feet as he walked over to Blake. He could only hope that he didn't skip.

"Where are you going, killer?"

Aeron had grabbed hold of him but let out a shout as Jaxon merely dragged him with him as he went to Blake. He didn't even notice or slow down until he was almost in front of the boy when he inhaled sharply. Jaxon grabbed hold of Aeron who twisted around with a grimace. They both froze in an uncomfortable position as Blake turned towards them.

"Hiya!" Jaxon let out a strange sound and tried to smile at Blake who stared at the two with a frown.

"Smooth!" Aeron hissed. Jaxon inhaled the horrible scent again and almost grimaced. FUCKING WOLFBANE!!!

He looked around to see Leon sitting on the stands with a cocky smile. Jaxon growled at him even if Leon hardly could hear him. Damn witch. He turned towards Blake who looked both confused and hurt. He had clearly noticed Jaxon keeping his distance.

"Let's get out of here!" Aeron hissed. Jaxon forced a stubborn smile and let Aeron go, who ran away to a safe distance. Jaxon, on the other hand, moved closer. The smell was excruciating but he put his arms around Blake's neck and almost put his forehead against his. Blake was crimson red but seemed elated.

Jaxon looked over at Leon with a smirk, who looked irritated and Jaxon felt like running a victory lap. And so he did after he told Blake that he needed to get back to his practice after making sure he was all right. He gloated as he ran past Leon and waved triumphantly at him. He didn't care if it was childish. His alpha wolf wanted to put the witch in his place.

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"I don't know if he is just thick or horny but I'm bloody impressed!" Alex muttered but Blake did not listen and merely looked after Jaxon's frame as he ran off. He could see his muscles move under the shirt. He sure liked the view. Blake shook his head in embarrassment over his dirty thoughts. He has a girlfriend. Blake reminded himself.

"What are you talking about?" Blake asked absentmindedly before turning to Alex who just shook his head.

"Nothing."

"Oh, by the way, Blake. Are you coming to the harvest festival?"

"I heard about it from Leon but I don't know… With my leg, it may be better to skip."

Alex gasped dramatically. "Don't say that! They throw a harvest festival to celebrate all the new students. Vale and Elan Academy come together and all the seniors run the stands while new students get to have all the fun. This is our only first year. Next year we will have to serve all the snotty brats. But this year, we are the snotty brats. Let's act like it!"

"Your logic is impeccable."

"I know! Besides, fuck your leg! I will be with you all day so if your leg starts to hurt then I can carry you back."

Blake chuckled as he could imagine himself being carried around by Alex throughout the festival. "Well, if you are willing to take responsibility for me then I see no reason to decline your kindness."

"And greatness."

"Sure!"

"And handsomeness."

"I would not go so far."

"You have no taste!" Alex let out an exaggerated gasp which made Blake laugh as they turned to walk back to the dorms when Blake started to become dizzy.

Blake ran into something hard. He fell onto the ground as he could hear a growl and something that sounded like a cat hissing. He opened his eyes to see Alex standing in front of him glaring with murder in his eyes at a red-headed boy in his own age. Besides him, there were several rugby-player twice the size of the boy.

"Watch where you bloody going!" Alex had grabbed on to the boy's collar and the rugby players circled him like they were the boy's guardians. Alex did not seem to be bothered though. Blake frowned as he could swear that he heard growling from the other guys. The redhead boy smirked at Blake. That's when Blake understood. He had seen that look before in his old village when people "accidentally" bumped into him.

"My, I should watch where I'm going. I could have hurt him, well, hurt him more." The boy's voice was so fake that Blake had to hold back a snort. Alex pushed him into the other players, who caught him and started to fuss over him before Alex leaned down and pulled Blake up. Blake was still surprised by Alex’s strength. He pulled him up with one arm.

"I don't mind. You look like the kind of person who doesn't care about his surroundings," Blake mumbled and he could hear Alex snort as he brushed off Blakes clothes. Blake stumbled back though as one of the players grabbed hold of his collar. How did they hear him? He didn't speak loud enough for them to hear him.

"What did you say?!"

Alex was just about to hit the player as someone else threw a ball at him. Blake looked over to see a scrawny, blond kid running towards them.

"Dale, keep your dogs on a short leash. Or do you want to explain to the coach why you bully an ordinary spectator?" the boy said as he pointed at the coach who glared at them from the far side of the field. He spoke with a French accent. Blake was surprised at the boy's courage. The boy was even scrawnier than himself but still, there was no fear on his face. He just looked grumpy.

"You can't speak to me like that, Dufort!" the red-haired boy which the newcomer had named Dale.

"Va te faire enculer, connard!" the group when silent. Yep, that was French all right.

"What the hell did you just say?!"

"I said, you can complain about how I speak to you to our coach"

"That's not what you said!"

"Prove me wrong, salope!"

The red-haired boy named Dale huffed and walked away with his loyal dogs by his heels. The French boy turned to Blake who was unsteady as the pain in his leg had grown far worse.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

The French boy's raised his eyebrow. He was clearly skeptical as Blake hardly could keep himself straight.

"Well, let me help you to the nurse at least. My name is Hadrien Dufort."

"Nice to meet you Hadrien. I'm Alex and this antisocial creature is my roommate Blake."

"Hi," mumbled Blake and pulled on Alex who rolled his eyes.

"We don't need your help. I will carry him to our dorm to rest. Though if you want to help. Throw some balls at the redhead. Make sure to leave some bruises."

Hadrien smiled at that and waved them off as Blake jumped onto Alex back and he walked off to the dorms.

"I don't mind carrying you around as you barely have any fat on you but bloody hell, is this becoming a habit?"

"Silent peasant and carry me to my chambers!" Blake answered in a pompous voice and pointed towards the dorms. Alex grimaced and pretended to drop Blake who laughed as they wobbled on the path to the dorms.