Chapter43
Zoe’s Pov
I was sitting propped up against a tree on the large fields surrounding the school, my mood switching between annoyance and understanding as I stared at the maths sums in front of me. Surprisingly my emotions had nothing to do with the fact the teacher had given all the students in his class a large amount of homework that even the smartest people would struggle with, it had nothing to do with the fact my pen had leaked over my work nor the fact I had left my sunglasses at home meaning I had no choice but to suffer through the annoying light as it glared off the front of me. No, it had everything to do with the fact that I was stuck at school while the pack had to deal with a situation with a number of routes approaching their territory.
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my mate and
I knew that he was ok, of course he was and however cruel it may have sounded I wasn’t worried about him. Not because I didn’t care, I cared a lot for my mate, but I knew he was an amazingly werewolf and alpha and he would make sure nothing happened to him. I wasn’t a clingy person by nature, I enjoy his company no end but I wasn’t begging him to spend all his day with me. I wouldn’t mind if I did don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t want to or feel the need to smother him or stalk him wherever he went like my pathetic sister.
The rouges had crossed the territory boarders and they had nothing to do with the school, meaning that by cutting across a packs territory it meant they were a threat that needed to be dealt with. Personally I had been attacked a number of times, I had always managed to get away of course since I was still breathing but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a few close times. I honestly thought it was disgusting how packs dealt with rouges, I like myself and a lot of other rogues here didn’t become rouges by choice, we had no choice and yet we were hunted down because of it!
I scowled at my thoughts, wiping my black stained hands on the grass around me as I tried to clear away the ink which had leaked from my now useless pen. I was annoyed that they had left me even though I understood why; they didn’t think I could shift so naturally I wouldn’t have been much help if the situation would have turned serious. Never mind the fact that I was probably there best fighter, having the experience and such in attacking with the intent to kill.
Sighing I knew I couldn’t blame him, but just sitting around doing nothing was a real pain in the
if anything happened to Hunter or arse. The fact I could be helping only making it worse, and I knew my brother than I would never forgive myself. Even so I stayed put, not wishing for Hunter to find out that I could shift this way.
I wasn’t going to keep it from him forever; actually I planned to tell him in the next few days if I built up enough courage to do so. I was worried about what his reaction would be, the fact not even my brother knew about my ability making the whole situation even worse. I knew he would flip out when he found out about it, probably demanding that I should have told him sooner. I found I
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wouldn’t change it though, he may be my brother and I may love and trust him but the knowledge that I could shift kept my so–called parents from coming after me all those years.
When they had found out that Stacey could shift, she had been giving off the signs after all, they didn’t let her out of their sights. Before a werewolf shifted, especially in a female on the rare occasion there were hints, tells that told the people around them what to expect. Such as the suddenly increased temperature, the mood swings and the fact that all of our senses grew stronger than a normal female werewolf. They had noticed hers of course when she was younger, but due to completely ignoring me I had to go through it all on my own without anyone.
I remembered that it was a both painful and terrifying experience, especially when you didn’t know what was going on at the time. The feel of your bones breaking and realigning to support your new form for the first time was excruciatingly painful, the feeling while was necessary it was far from pleasing. It is the most painful thing a wolf will go through in their life, but the fact I was so young meant my pain tolerance as a child was even more sensitive, meaning the pain lasted for hours rather than the few minutes it was meant to.
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