Chapter4
“Sure, I would watch your mouth though sweetheart. Remember the law doesn’t state that the pack have to allow you on their territory if you become violent” the woman stated matter–of–factly, her eyes filled with warning causing me to have to again bite my tongue. My wolf couldn’t do threats, the woman was lucky to be alive I thought bitterly as I took subtle but calming breaths to prevent me from phrasing in front of everyone here. I did not need the questions and hassle that it would bring me in the long run.
Opening my eyes having closed them to control the yellow tinge I knew had been visible I took the folder before flicking through it, taking note that none of my classes had anything to do with phasing since no–one knew I was actually capable. I wanted to keep it that was for as long as
possible.
Quickly making my way to my first class which happened to be wolf history believe it or not I entered the room only to find it empty, well other than the rouge at the front who didn’t bother to
look up as I came in. Deciding to take a seat at the back left hand corner next to the large open
window I took a seat, my music still playing just softly enough for me to hear as I took out my
books. Once I did so I slumped back into my chair, gazing out the window I blanked everything out while watching the small birdbath in the gardens outside, a number of small birds bathing in the
water as it stood in the sun.
It wasn’t long until I felt my wolf stirring, knowing others were entering the class. It was when I felt a pull in my chest I started to pay attention, me being a female meant I would feel the mating pull before my mate did. I smiled softly, finally realising that my mate was in the same room with me and I couldn’t wait to meet him. That was my first thought anyway until my heart started to painfully break when I heard him talk with his mates, it clearly being about me as I sat slumped and huddled on my own in the corner.
“Uh what is that smell guys?” one of them started, obviously looking in my direction as I kept my gaze focused on the few birds which had decided to bathe today under the rays of the sun.
“Probably that rouge, filthy things”
“She looks hot though, for a nomad” ah, that was my soul–mate, my imprint, my mate as he talked about me unaware that I could hear every word that passed his lips. While they would be less than hushed whispers to any other female in the room including the teacher, with me being a female shifter and such I could hear just as clearly as a male would.
“Dude I can’t believe you said that, you would seriously bang a rouge?” another one of his friends asked, his tone holding a whole new level of disgust. I suddenly found myself listening, knowing whatever he said was going to break my heart but needing to hear the husky tone of his voice again, even if it would be causing me pain.
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“Don’t make me sick, though can you smell that guys?” he asked, the pure revulsion in his voice at the thought of touching me making me bit my lip to keep in a sob. I never cried, but then again I had never been rejected so quickly and easily by my apparent soul–mate either.
“What? The rouge?”
“No, I don’t think so” Uh…god his voice! It was a shame he was so repulsed by my mere presence, my eyes misting over as I realised along with my wolf that I was in fact going to be tossed aside by the person who was meant to love me completely and unconditionally.
“Want to upset the rouge, you know see what it takes to make her snap?” god, I was really beginning to hate this guy. Why couldn’t they pick on the one sitting in front? I snorted internally,
knowing why since if they provoked a shifter and they retaliated it could cause a lot of problems at the school and for the pack. I doubted they realised it was just what they were doing to me, though if they bit I was going to bite back and I would start with this idiot.
“Sure” oh he sounded incredible, my wolf purring and howling as his smell intensified as they moved over a table so they were nearer to me.
My inner melt down though was interrupted when a number of paper balls were thrown in my
direction, the teacher letting it occur making me come to
direction, the teacher letting it occur making me come to the conclusion that one of them was the
alpha of the pack…just great! Just what I needed it thought bitterly.
I ignored them, I ignored the curses they sent my way. I didn’t react when they insulted me, trying
to pick a weak stop with their comments as they continued to throw things my way without a second
thought to how I might be taking it. I blacked it out, much like how I dealt with most of my feelings
that weren’t anger.
Chantad
