When he walked in
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Lawrence was probably the only friend I had.
He was… human.
He didn’t know what I was, and he never asked questions—which was exactly why I liked him. We walked the rest of the way to school in silence, sharing music through his headphones. That was enough for me. I didn’t need conversation. Just… quiet.
Lawrence mostly kept to himself, even though people liked him. He’d had a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. I never really understood why—he was ridiculously good-looking.
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The first two classes dragged.
I hated English. I was dyslexic, so everything felt harder than it should be. I sat at the back, out of sight.
Most of my life was like that.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
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I went to a mainstream school. There were a few wolves at Blue Hills High, but they stayed away from me.
Being the Alpha’s daughter was like carrying a warning sign.
No one wanted to come within ten feet of me.
Right now, I preferred it that way.
I didn’t want anyone seeing how weak I really was—or what my father was doing to me. Not that any wolf would challenge him anyway.
I wished they would.
I wished someone would tear him apart.
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After break, I had double science.
I didn’t mind it. Science made sense to me in a way English never did.
My teacher was a wolf—from another pack. The school sat in a kind of neutral zone, and his pack wasn’t hostile toward ours.
“Good morning, Mr Miller,” I said as I walked in.
I liked him. He was kind. Grounded. He didn’t seem afraid of who my father was—and that alone made him different.
“Good morning, Freya. How is this beautiful day treating you?” he asked, his usual upbeat self.
“As good as it can get for a girl like me,” I replied.
He paused, turning from the board, his brows pulling together like he wanted to say something. But before he could, the rest of the class started filing in.
Saved by the Normals.
That’s what I called the non-supernaturals.
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This class had more supernaturals than most. Wolves, mostly. We weren’t exactly known for restraint when it came to… population.
I took my usual seat at the back.
No one sat near me—either too scared, or the Normals just thought I was weird.
Being wolf-blooded meant everything was sharper. Smell. Taste. Hearing. Sight.
But I didn’t have my wolf yet.
Girls didn’t get theirs until eighteen.
Boys got theirs at sixteen.
I hated that.
They walked around with confidence, grounded—whole.
I felt like half a person.
Your wolf was your other half… but also something separate. Like a constant voice in your head. A guide. A protector. A best friend who knew everything about you.
If you respected your wolf, it respected you back.
I wished I had that.
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“Good morning, everyone. Settle down,” Mr Miller called. “I know you’re all excited to be here.”
A few people laughed.
“We have a new student joining us today. This is Jensen Castle. He’s just moved here from the Midwest, I believe. Go on, Jensen—tell the class a little about yourself.”
I smelled him before he even spoke.
Sweet. Like sugar and whiskey.
It hit me instantly.
Then I looked up.
He was… unreal.
Dark brown hair, messy but perfect. One eye green, the other a deep blue. He had to be at least six-foot-five, built like he trained for a fight every day.
And his presence—
It pressed against the room.
Power.
Alpha blood.
Most wolves couldn’t sense it, but I could.
Even without my wolf.
He shouldn’t be able to sense me yet—not without my wolf—but still, I kept my head down.
I was weak.
My blood probably barely registered.
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“Hi, I’m Jensen,” he said casually. “Like Mr Miller said, I just moved here. I’m good at sports… but s**t at science.”
The class laughed.
Of course they did.
“Thank you, Jensen,” Mr Miller said with a small smile. “Take a seat at the back there, and I’ll help you catch up so science doesn’t fail you this year.”
My stomach dropped.
There was only one seat left.
Next to me.
Fuck
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