Immature Assholes.

Felix and I fly through the roads outside our pack lands. His lime green bike stands out in the dark of the night, while my sleek black blends right in. He had gotten microphones installed in our helmets, something that usually isn’t necessary for wolves but that’s just the thing, I didn’t have mine yet and he’d taught me to ride way before it was legal, obviously just around the pack.

“Take a left up here, I’ll show you where to go tomorrow”. I follow his lead, and we wind through the roads with ease. It only takes twenty minutes before we’re outside the front gates of the Red Moon pack.

“You’ll have been granted access tomorrow, take the road straight through the town, you won’t miss their pack house, it’s massive.”

“What, bigger than ours?”

“Much bigger. Alpha Charles has four sons along with his daughter.”

“Four? That seems a bit excessive. Which one will be the future alpha?”

“All of them, they’re quadruplets.”

Felix and I ride for another hour or so until it’s late in the night before we head back. He gives me a good run down on the Red Moon and their infamous playboy future alphas. It’s sad really, I’ve always been adamant on waiting for my mate. Not all wolves are the same though, I just hope that my mate has the same morals as me.

The next morning, I wake early, my small but adequate room in the pack house is a comforting place, but I keep it bare of any personal items. I like to sleep and get out. Sitting still for too long has never done me any good. The sun will rise in about an hour. Waking up this early gives me enough time to grab a small breakfast on my way out to the training fields. I’ll do one hour of vigorous training under the cover of darkness before I go on my patrol shift. I enjoy my time with no one watching. No one to taunt me. Although a lot of the bullies have pulled back in the last few years as my kill count grows, it still doesn’t completely stop a lot of the people from school. The ones with families, status, wealth, the ones with their heads shoved too far up their own asses. I just choose to keep out of their way and keep my head down. I’m almost finished my last cool down lap of the field when the biggest ass hat of them all saunters out like he owns the place. I guess he kind of does, considering he’s the future alpha and all.

“Well well, look who it is.” Zion rudely steps in front of the path I’m heading. I attempt to sidestep him, but because he has his wolf already, he’s so much faster than I am. He throws out one of his legs at the last second and I trip, hitting the ground on my hands and knees in a sickening thud.

“You should really watch where you’re going.” He snickers out above me.

“Yeah, thanks for the advice.” I grit through my teeth, and the bastard has the audacity to smirk. He holds out a hand as if to help me up, but I just ignore it.

“Wouldn’t kill you to be a little grateful. Considering my family let you stay on our lands and all.”

He's always had a problem with me. Says I’m practically a rogue that his family took pity on. Like I could help that I was dropped on the border as a baby. I dust off my hands and grimace at my torn up and bleeding knees. I check my watch and notice it’s about fifteen minutes until my shift, not like guards will be upset with me taking over early, I start to walk off, but Zion shoots out his hand and grabs my arm, hard. Yep, that’ll bruise later. “Hey, you should fix that shit up before you go anywhere. Let me help.”

“Get lost, Zion.” I yank my arm back. He mumbles something I don’t bother to listen as I reach my bag and start throwing on my tights over my gym shorts. I strap my sheaths to my thighs, waist and back and once I’m sure my weapons are exactly where I need them to be I head off for patrol.

Nothing interesting happened on patrol this morning. It just gave me a chance to lap around a few times for the cooldown I needed before school. School was always a fucking nightmare. It’s impossible to ignore everyone there, but I do my best, having learnt all the assholes schedules to a T so I could avoid their routes in the halls. Thankfully I was taking advanced classes, so I didn’t have a problem avoiding them inside the classroom. I’m in my second last year at school, but technically I’ll graduate this year, being so far ahead in my schooling. Alpha Marcus said it’s my choice what I want to do after this year. I can continue through with my ‘friends’ or I can finish up. He’s never taken notice of how a lot of the pack treats me, but I don’t blame him, he’s got bigger things to worry about. I’m striving to get so far ahead I only have to do half a year and then leave. I’ve already been applying for medical school, online courses obviously, and our pack doctor Sharlene said I’m more than welcome to do my on-field training with her. I’ve got more than enough saved so even if I don’t get a scholarship, I’m doing it.

I open my locker to grab my things for my first class and right on cue, Cindy and her gaggle of twats get to their lockers beside mine. One encounter I can never seem to avoid.

“Oh my god, she stinks!”

“It must be an orphan thing.”

“You’re right, no one ever taught her how to shower, aww how sad.”

Rolling my eyes I slam the locker shut and barge through their group.

“Oh my god, ewww! Cindy has orphan germs!”

I swear they’re still give years old. But apparently having bleach blonde hair and fake tits qualifies you to be the next Luna and apparently a big ego and a loss of brain cells along with it.