The Last Glance
843 Words
*Luna High Academy. 6:15 a.m.*
She saw blood in her dream again.
It wasn’t hers... it never had been.
A dark black wolf, cornered. A growl. A flash of eyes.
Then... she woke up, breathless, as if she had been running through a forest with no escape.
The alarm went off, but she had already been awake, sitting on her bed for half an hour.
Beside her, her school bag was half open, a folded piece of paper sticking out. On it, a simple sketch of two hearts, intertwined.
In the corner, in shaky, timid handwriting:
*F + G... maybe someday.*
She didn’t understand that dream, but it had haunted her every night for a week.
And each time she woke, the strange pull she felt toward Fred — the future Alpha — only grew stronger.
“What is it that draws me to him?” she whispered to herself. “Why?”
But no answer ever came.
The world of school was no kinder than the world of dreams.
Since she arrived at Luna High Academy, her days had become a quiet kind of hell.
She had no wolf. No shift. Just a girl among the blood-born — an outsider in a world ruled by strength.
Fred’s friends… and his girlfriend, Kayra…
They hovered around her like predators circling weak prey.
Every morning, as she stepped through the school gates, the usual play began:
Mocking laughter, cruel whispers… and sometimes, worse.
One day, a bucket of cold water was poured over her.
On a worse day... the bucket was filled with blue paint.
Life without a wolf in a pack of wolves...
was like being poor among humans — invisible and unprotected.
That day, when she walked into school, she wasn’t expecting the worst... but it came anyway.
She saw Fred’s friend grab her backpack and run off, laughing.
“Give it back!” she shouted, chasing after him.
But he suddenly stopped, turned, and dumped the contents of her bag onto the ground — right in front of everyone.
The paper fell out.
The one where she had written her secret feelings for Fred.
He picked it up slowly, and read it aloud as every eye turned to her:
*"F + G... maybe someday."*
Gloria trembled, her head dropping in shame, heat rushing through her veins.
But the others? They laughed.
“So, Fred,” his friend said, waving the paper in the air, “are you gonna return her feelings?”
Fred stepped forward slowly until he was standing right in front of Gloria.
He stared at her for a long moment, then said coldly:
“Look at me.”
She lifted her eyes, hesitant.
He laughed.
“You really think you have the right to love me?”
He stepped closer, leaned in, and whispered with a cold smile:
“You’re trash. That’s what you are.”
Then, louder — for everyone to hear:
“I’m Fred, the future Alpha. There’s no way a girl like you could ever be my girlfreind.”
Gloria froze in place.
Their laughter was like knives, but his words... they were daggers in her heart.
She tried to swallow her pain, but her tears betrayed her and silently slipped down.
She lifted her eyes to him, despite her trembling body, and whispered in a barely audible, broken voice:
"I never asked you to love me, Fred..."
"I never asked for anything."
She looked around at the faces that showed nothing but contempt, then added in a louder, yet soft and clear voice:
"I'm sorry, but the words on that paper weren’t meant for you, Alpha." She lied, hiding her pain.
She took a deep breath and continued:
"I might not be like them... but that doesn’t make me less.
One day, you’ll regret judging me from the outside."
Then she turned her back...
and left.
But that look in her eyes — the mix of pain and dignity — remained etched in the place, and... maybe, deep inside Fred.
Fred stood still, watching her walk away.
His laughter vanished, and something heavy began to stir in his chest.
He didn’t understand exactly what had happened...
Why didn’t he feel the victory he expected?
Why, instead of feeling powerful in front of everyone, did he feel something closer to shame?
Her words were simple... but they hit him where he didn’t admit anything existed.
*“The words on the paper weren’t meant for you, Alpha...”*
The phrase echoed in his mind, in her broken voice.
And for the first time in a long while... he didn’t know what to say.
“Dude, why are you silent?” his friend laughed, lightly slapping him on the shoulder.
“We really embarrassed her, huh?”
Fred didn’t answer.
His eyes still fixed on the direction Gloria disappeared, the small paper still in his hand.
He looked at it.
Two intertwined hearts.
*F + G... maybe someday.*
He didn’t know why he kept it.
And he didn’t understand why... suddenly, he tore it apart.
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