The birds were flying high in the blue sky and no clouds were disturbing the path of the sun's rays. The students were grouped in the high school class, discussing their weekend for the most part. My eyes were lost in the crowd, I didn't have a great interest for them. With a sigh, I sat in my seat, leaning against the wall. I stared at the front door, immersing myself in the depths of my dream of last night. The nightmare looked so real at that moment that I thought it was really happening. I woke up sweaty, completely distraught and just thinking about it hurt me.
The pain wasn't physical but it was mental. I had felt so many emotions, tenderness, passion, confidence... All swept away in an instant by indifference, hatred and betrayal. As I stood up that morning, tears started to flow but I couldn't stop them. It took me a long time to calm down because the pulsations of my heart had skyrocketed causing the appearance of my claws and of my sharpened fangs. I had clenched my fists so hard that I had pierced my palms.
Familiar smells made me come back on earth, I watched the high school students enter the class and waving at me. As an answer, it was enough for me to smile at them, following them with my eyes; I hadn't met the eyes of the two new people that Jeremy had told me about but the hardest thing to bear was the fact that Andy wasn't here. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed, becoming heavier and more electric. The tension was palpable. I turned my head toward the entrance to see my old pack. They had stopped by the door just after seeing me. Their reaction gave me the impression that they didn't know how to react toward me, as if they hadn't received any orders.
The worry took over me. If they hadn't been ordered, did that mean that Andy had died? I swallowed hard, the wolves had to feel the emotion that had crossed me because they looked annoyed as if they wanted to talk to me about something but they couldn't do it. Finally, they went their way as if nothing had happened, sitting in their usual place. Everyone had followed our silent exchange with attention, without understanding the meaning. Before my long absence, Andy's pack and I were together most of the time which was probably why our reaction shocked them.
Unknown odors alerted my fine sense of smell. I had just followed each wolf of my old pack sit down so I turned my head to see the two new students enter the room. Once they went trough the door, they stopped abruptly, raising their heads slightly as if to examine the smell that floated in the air. The tension that had settled had been replaced by a feeling of pure hatred that made me shudder. The two teenagers looked at me and I knew that the emotion I had just felt was coming from them.
I had the strange feeling that all this anger was turned toward me which immediately put me on my guards. I watched them insistently and that would have made me feel uncomfortable in their place. The dark brown eyes of the woman student and the look of chocolate and green of the young man pierced me and intrigued me at the same time. They exchanged a quick glance before deciding to go to their place, their resentment still there and as strong as before. My blood just turned when I saw the teenager take Andy's place by my side.
I was tense at the moment that I had watched him approach. I felt very well the pulsations of my heart lose their regularity. The hatred that this boy carried in him didn't terrify me, it fascinated me. I wanted to help him to feel good, to forget what made him suffer but I knew that it wasn't possible for me. I received orders from the black Alpha and if he didn't allow me to help him, I couldn't help him. My sense of smell finally analyzed the smell he emitted. I could be wrong but it seemed similar to the smell of Andy or Raven. It was a slightly musky and spicy smell. At first glance, I could have bet on his status as a young male predestined to become an Alpha but I couldn't trust any one of my senses in that moment.
My gaze finally crossed his and what I saw confirmed my assumptions. His eyes had changed their colors, taking on the yellow color of a wolf's gaze. I swallowed hard, I knew that this day was going to be a disaster. The hatred of a future pack leader who turns to you is never a good thing. It was like making Raven angry but ten times worse. A barely audible growl escaped from the back of my throat, my neighbor perceived it and he pulled out his claws.
"Don't show your little sharp nails in front of the whole class." I said, noticing the accusing look of the pack of Andy who was currently looking at us. "You will succeed in getting us into trouble."
He didn't answer but retracted his nails. I didn't look away, I didn't have enough confidence to let my eyes wander through the window to distract me. I felt that he was ready to jump on me and that only the presence of the students in the class prevented him from committing the irreparable. I remained tense, none of us wanted to look down, our pride and our ranks fighting fiercely. I felt myself slowly losing myself, I could perceive my wolf manifest himself in my mind.
The yellow eyes of my neighbor allowed me to see my reflection, my blue eyes were a little bigger than a few minutes ago. At the moment, I found nothing more interesting than trying to find the weakness of my neighbor and what he was thinking about. Who knew? Maybe one day I could help him and repress the hate that inhabited him. It was the ringing that took us out of our trance, we had just spent the hour staring at each other. I hadn't waited any longer before getting up and going out as quickly as possible of this class that was starting to empty already. I didn't want to oppose him, it wouldn't be anything good. Especially not here.
And then, I also had to go to a place where nobody would see me. I needed to let off steam otherwise I didn't know what was going to happen to me. I headed for the exit of the school but before crossing the gate, a familiar smell called me out. I grimaced, it wasn't difficult to recognize the person who released this perfume. It was Castiel. He was surely on Raven's orders to check that I hadn't disobeyed his orders. The werewolf was no longer here, he had to warn the Alpha of my coming to the establishment.
I continued to walk through the alleys, asking me how the big black Alpha was going to react knowing this. The overdeveloped hearing of my wolf made me understand that I was followed and no smell allowed me to know who it could be as I was facing the wind. Stopping my progress, I turned to face yellow and green eyes. The two new ones were in front of me, their claws and fangs in plain view. They thought to impress me but I didn't have time for their problems, I had too much trouble keeping my wolf locked up in his cage.
I was going to turn around to resume my journey but the teen took this moment to jump on me. I barely dodged him, throwing myself on the ground while rolling on myself. Yet something hot ran down my cheek, my fingers resting on the blood flowing down the side of my face. He had managed to scratch me. When I straightened up, the young man was no longer there, a dark brown wolf was standing a few feet from my body. My big blue eyes, my claws and my fangs had resurfaced, leaving my mind between the wolf and the human. A warning grunt passed the barrier of my lips.
"Fool! Take back your human form. If someone goes through here, we're screwed!" I exclaimed, giving a worried look around.
"Are you part of the pack of Raven?" Asked the young wolf, ignoring my words.
"N..." I started before I realized what I was going to say. "Yes, I'm part of his pack."
"In this case, lead us to him." He said, approaching the wolf. "He hurt our Alpha, we have to make him pay."
"Your Alpha?" I asked, staying on my guard.
"He was shot and we know that he was drawn there by someone he was trying to bring back... We are pretty sure he was the one who planned everything." Explained the student.
My throat tightened, I had no doubt about the person he was talking about. However, a part of me was relieved. He had said "hurt" not "killed". I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, I had never seen them in the pack. I was watching the young man attentively, the later showing no signs of change, except for the eyes. Despite the resentment he carried, he managed to keep control of his wolf. All my opposite, I didn't control myself anymore and I tried to convince myself that it was the fault of the full moon that would take place in a few days only.
"You're not a part of the pack of Andy. You don't have his smell and I've never seen you there." I said doubtfully.
The wolf, calm until then, was beginning to be agitated. His eyes filled with hatred turned toward me. He didn't seem to appreciate what I was insinuating.
"Do you think you know everything about our pack? Who do you think you are?" Said the young man. "If we are new, it's not for nothing."
"I know more than you can imagine. I was part of his pack... Before." I continued, a sad smile hanging on my face.
They didn't believe me and were thinking that I lied. The wolf jumped on me without any warning. I couldn't avoid him and he sent me on the hard ground a few meters away. A lacerating pain went through me, tearing me a groan, my muscles contracted in a uniform motion. My transformation made me suffer a little more each time, something that shouldn't have been possible. A tear pierced the corner of my blue eyes. My breathing was jerky, blood flowed from my mouth and I was pressing my teeth so tight that I had managed to make a wound in my mouth.
My suffering finally stopped, tearing me a sigh of relief. I sat up, shaking my head. My claws were rattling on the floor as I unveiled my sharp fangs. My wolf could tolerate some mistakes coming from a young wolf in the middle of an emotional disorder but to be treated in this way, he wasn't able to accept it. I growled, I felt every muscle in my body stiffen. My eyes were fixed on my assailant who had just been joined by the other one still in human form. He was in a position of attack, his sharp nails had appeared, same for his fangs.
If they tried to impress me or to scare me, it didn't happen. I didn't want to fight them, I would rather take them to see Raven but I refused to do it. He was going to kill them without hesitation and I knew that I wouldn't be able to stop myself from intervening. In this case, it would be my turn to take everything and, despite him being my Alpha, I was afraid of him. He terrified me. While I was deep in my thoughts, I didn't see the teenager move behind me. I was about to jump but I didn't know which one to choose.
My choice was quick and I focused on the wolf, the most dangerous of the two. The moment the two of them jumped toward me, I ran toward the wolf. The fangs revealed and the claws were well in evidence. I thought the young werewolf would have touched me before I reached his friend but I didn't feel anything, not even a scratch. Before reaching my opponent, something grabbed the skin of my neck to flatten me to the ground. A person sat on me, preventing me from getting up. I turned my head, grumbling more and more toward the newcomer whom I considered as another adversary despite the recognizable order that the unknown person released.
Claws sank into my neck as soon as my eyes crossed his. My growl chocked in my throat giving way to a howl of pain. The wound he inflicted on me wasn't superfluous. It was exactly where his fangs had pierced my skin a few week earlier. He stopped as soon as two cries of rage rose in front of and behind us. My suffering gradually faded, I could see the young teenager lying on the floor and held by Dean and Castiel while, on the other side, the student was retained by Roy and Louis.
The latter were surrounded by the whole pack, well almost all of them. Only Andy was missing. Michael stepped forward, his hands in his pockets, his wolf eyes were about to come out. I didn't perceive any trace of fear, just a strong determination.
"Raven, let Brooke go." He said simply.
"Why would I release a little wolf who attacks my Omega?" Retorted the black wolf, emphasizing the second to last word.
"They both wanted to fight. The fault is as much for her as for them too." Countered Michael, pointing at me.
"I'm not ready to listen to your explanations. Let alone obey one of your orders, beta." Raven replied. "I take this impertinent wolf with me and I will only let him go until Andy comes to ask for him."
Michael and the others started growling, looking threatening. Raven held the gray wolf's gaze unflinchingly as if his presence here was nothing for him.
"It would be a shame to start a fight here, knowing perfectly well that you wouldn't win without your Alpha." Explained my pack leader.
"We can beat them all, Michael!" Exclaimed Jack. "They are only four, we are nine!"
"The problem isn't here, Jack!" Sylvie said, stepping forward and giving me an unreadable look. "It's not up to us to decide that."
"We can't leave him with them! They will kill him!" Screamed Roy.
"We don't have the right to start a fight. We aren't an Alpha, we're not able to decide that." Confirmed Michael by stifling a groan. "Raven, if you hurt him... Whether or not Andy agrees, the war will be declared."
"It's not already declared?" The Alpha chuckled. "I wouldn't touch him."
On this last sentence, he got up, leaving me free of my movements. My anger had vanished, the eyes of my old friends were resting on me while Raven, Dean and Castiel were taking the werewolf with them. The latter was struggling but facing three strong males, he had no chance.
"Let go of me!" He cried.
"Pay attention to him, Ethan." Michael said, breaking the silence that had just settled. "And be careful to keep your wolf in his cage... You would probably get us in even bigger trouble."
I got up before glancing at the dark brown wolf who was trying to escape by all means.
"I'm taking care of him, I promise you nothing will happen to him." I whispered in his mind.
"You're part of his pack." Said the new werewolf with anger. "How could I trust you?"
"You can't." I said, turning around.
I started to walk to catch up with my pack that took the young man with them. I had to be vigilant, I had fully felt the anger that came from Raven's body when he caught me by the skin of the neck. I shook my head but I had to stop my movement under the pain of the claws that my Alpha had sunk into my old wound. Once again, he hadn't missed me. It reflected very well the state in which he was at that moment. Mistrust would have to be used wisely.
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