The words leaving her lips next proved as much. One I knew too well usually, it meant something awful. Her blue eyes brightened maliciously, her lips pulling up in a taunting smile. "What do you mean?" I ask, shaking my head, not understanding what she is talking about. "Oh, nothing just came to give you the proper send-off," she says, and my brows furrow. "What do you want, Tabitha?" We used to be friends until everyone found out I had no wolf, then I became the school's laughingstock. I try to step past her, but she sidesteps, blocking my way. "Hey, freak," Tabitha sneers at me, blocking my path. Tabitha was the Alpha's daughter, and her brother Darian was next in line for the Alpha position both were my nemesis. Just as I was nearly at the door, Tabitha and her goonies stepped in front of me. Mason was a scary woman, so no one caused drama in the front office. The brown door to the office comes into view. Making sure I glance out the glass double doors before racing across the quad. I walk through the green corridors toward the head office. I groaned, using the sleeve of my jumper to wipe my hair that was covered in the white gunk. I was pulling more vegetable matter out as I walked down the hall before touching something slimy. Thomas threw his burger at my head, and gunk was all over me, yet I didn't react, knowing that was what they wanted. Chucking my bag over my shoulder, I pulled a chunk of lettuce from my dark brown hair. Mostly, I try to remain invisible, which is near impossible when you're Beta's daughter, and your mother is one of the leading Pack warriors.
I found not reacting to be the best reaction at all it worked most of the time. I was more than used to it at this point. The entire cafeteria laughs and boos at me, chucking food at me as I leave. "Katya Hartley, please report to the front office," the middle-aged woman, who works as the school's secretary, announces. I had just sat down to eat my lunch in the cafeteria when I heard my name called over the PA system. Most get their wolf when they are thirteen I was well and truly past that deadline. I was nearly eighteen that is the age you can find your mate. I used to believe that story, too, until now. My parents are the best, though my Pack may shun me but not once have they even entertained the idea, always telling me I was a late bloomer and that my wolf would come one day. So, you could imagine what sort of hell it has been for me here. Our school was a Pack school with only werewolves, no humans allowed. I was the freak of the Pack, the wolf-less girl. So, imagine his disappointment when he discovered I had no wolf. My father was the Beta of the Pack he was a highly regarded pack member.
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Only three more months of school, and I would be free, free to choose never to see these arseholes again.
Soon I would not have to put up with the constant torment of being the freak of the Pack. Another day in this shit hole of a school, I was in my last year of high school, and I was glad this part of my life was nearly over.
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