School Drama
1948 Words
Mark moved first.
He lunged at her with a growl, all brute force and arrogance, convinced that she would crumble the second he touched her. But the moment his hand sliced through the air where her face had been a heartbeat earlier, something inside Iva snapped into place—cold, sharp, familiar.
Her training.
Years of dawns that started in pain, of bruised knuckles and burned lungs, of pushing herself until her vision blurred just to prove she was not weak.
She twisted sideways, dropped low, and rolled out of reach before his fingers could close around her again.
Mark froze for half a second, clearly not expecting that.
“What the—”
He came at her again, faster this time, anger flaring in his eyes. Iva ducked under his arm, her shoulder screaming in protest as she pivoted sharply and shoved him away with both hands. He stumbled, more shocked than hurt.
Ella shrieked from behind him. “Stop playing with her! Grab her!”
Her heart hammered so loudly she could hear it in her ears, but her body moved on instinct. Mark swung again. This time his fist clipped her shoulder, pain exploding down her arm, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. She twisted, kicked out blindly, and felt her heel connect with his shin.
Mark roared.
Each second that passed, each strike she avoided, only fueled his rage. He was stronger—she knew that. He always had been. But she was faster, leaner, trained to endure.
He caught her wrist at last and slammed her against a bookshelf. The impact rattled the shelves, books raining down around them. Pain flared through her spine, stealing her breath, but she reacted before fear could paralyze her. She drove her knee upward hard, catching him in the stomach.
He grunted and loosened his grip.
That was all she needed.
She tore free and ran.
Her lungs burned as she sprinted through the library, shoes skidding on the polished floor, panic and adrenaline pushing her faster than she thought possible. She burst through the doors, sunlight blinding her for a split second—
—and slammed straight into a solid chest.
The impact jolted her entire body.
Strong hands grabbed her shoulders instinctively to steady her, and the world seemed to pause.
Nick.
Her breath caught painfully as she looked up, shock flooding her senses.
And then it happened.
The moment their chests collided, a sharp, electric sensation exploded between them—hot, crackling, undeniable. Sparks danced across her skin, not visible, but felt, sinking deep into her bones. Her heart stuttered, then raced wildly, as if trying to leap out of her chest and into his.
Nick’s eyes widened.
For the first time since she could remember, there was no smirk on his face. No cruelty. Just raw, stunned disbelief as his fingers tightened reflexively on her arms.
“What the hell—” he breathed.
The red thread pulsed violently between them, bright and alive, tugging so hard it made her dizzy.
For one fragile second, Iva dared to hope.
Then Nick shoved her away.
She stumbled back, barely keeping her footing as the connection snapped painfully, leaving a hollow ache behind. His face hardened instantly, jaw clenching, eyes flashing with something dark and furious.
“Oh, I get it now,” he sneered loudly, making sure anyone nearby could hear. “This is another one of your tricks, huh?”
Iva stared at him, stunned, her chest still tingling where the sparks had been.
“You really have no shame,” he continued, voice dripping with contempt. “After everything, you’re still this desperate for my attention?”
“That’s not—” she tried to say, her voice breaking.
He cut her off with a sharp laugh. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re unworthy, Iva. Unworthy of me, unworthy of this pack, unworthy of anything you think you deserve, an definitely unworthy of Luna position.”
His eyes raked over her coldly. “No matter what tricks you try, no matter how low you sink, it won’t change that. So, show some dignity and get rid of this puppy love. It was fun for a while, in the beginning, but now you are just pathetic.”
Each word hit like a blow.
Then he turned his back on her.
Just like that.
Iva stood frozen, chest aching, tears burning behind her eyes, as the last echoes of his words settled deep inside her.
And somewhere beneath her skin, Avalon growled softly—not in pain, but in fury.
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Iva forced herself back into class, her legs heavy, her chest still tight from the encounter in the library. She slid into her seat and lowered her gaze, pretending to care about the lesson, pretending that everything was normal.
It wasn’t.
She could feel it almost immediately once everyone was present for the lesson.
Two drilling looks burned into her back like hot iron.
Mark.
Ella.
She didn’t need to turn around to know they were watching her. Her newly sharpened senses made it impossible to ignore—the tension in the air, the spike of hostility, the sharp tang of anger and desperation clinging to their scents. They were furious. And scared.
She was a sitting duck.
Her fingers tightened around her pen as her mind raced. It was only a matter of time before they circled her somewhere isolated. A hallway. The bathrooms. The forest path behind the school. Somewhere without witnesses.
“Damn it… this is the last thing I need right now.”
She swallowed hard.
Even if she promised them she wouldn’t open her mouth—and she wouldn’t—they wouldn’t believe her. People like Mark and Ella never did. Their need to bury the truth would only grow, and desperation always turned into cruelty.
Pain, she could handle.
She had lived with it for years. Training at dawn, collapsing at night, bruises hidden under clothes, pushing herself until her muscles screamed just to prove she wasn’t weak.
But this time was different.
Mark and Ella wouldn’t fight fair.
They had a whole clique behind them—wolves eager to impress the future Beta, eager to tear down the runt, eager to look away. This could only end one way.
With her getting hurt.
And getting hurt was the last thing she could afford, especially now.
Firstly, she had to attend the graduation ceremony. She needed that diploma—it wasn’t just a piece of paper, it was proof, a key, something she would need once she left this pack behind. And secondly, she couldn’t run away if she was injured, couldn’t run, couldn’t shift properly.
“Think, Iva. Think.”
Her heart pounded as the seconds dragged by. She stared at the board without seeing it, her mind spinning through possibilities.
Skip class? Too obvious.
Hide in the bathrooms? They’d find her.
Ask a teacher for help? The idea tasted bitter—she already knew how that would end.
Then, suddenly, a thought surfaced.
Risky.
Uncertain.
But it might work.
Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled out her phone beneath the desk. She hesitated only for a second before typing.
Mom… I’m not feeling well at all today. I know it’s a lot to ask, but can you please pick me up from school? Please.
She stared at the screen, her breath shallow.
Avalon stirred uneasily. “Do you really think she will come?” her wolf asked, doubt threading through her voice.
Iva swallowed. “Mom is the only one who was always on my side,” she replied silently. “She spent years trying to compensate for Dad’s coldness. And…” her chest tightened, “I think she feels guilty. About what they’re planning for us. I’m trying to use that. Just this once.”
The seconds stretched unbearably long.
Then—
Ping.
Her breath caught as she read the reply.
Of course, honey. I’m on my way.
Relief crashed over her so hard her eyes stung.
Thank you… Moon Goddess.
Now came the hardest part.
She glanced at the clock. The last class would end soon. She couldn’t wait for the bell—not with Mark and Ella watching her like predators scenting blood.
She would have to leave first.
Slip out unnoticed.
Walk fast.
Don’t look back.
As the teacher turned to write on the board, Iva quietly gathered her things, her heart hammering in her chest. She stood, murmured an excuse about feeling sick as she held her hand to her mouth, and didn’t wait for permission. She just walked.
Each step toward the door felt like a gamble.
Once in the hallway, she didn’t run—but she moved quickly, head down, senses stretched thin. She could almost feel eyes on her, feel the moment when they would realize she was gone. That she was not taking the school shuttle bus or walk back home.
The parking lot came into view.
Almost there.
Almost safe.
Her lungs burned as she scanned the rows of cars, searching desperately—
And then she saw her mother’s car pulling in.
Iva’s senses were stretched to their absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming, every sound amplified. The world felt too sharp, too loud, as if danger itself had taken form behind her.
Then she felt it.
A sudden disturbance in the air. Heavy footsteps. Aggression spiking like a blade.
Her heart lurched.
She looked back.
Mark.
He was running toward her, his face twisted with fury, long strides eating the distance between them far too fast. His eyes were locked on her like she was prey that had slipped the trap.
“Oh no. No, no, no—"
Adrenaline surged through her veins.
Iva hurried her steps, her breath coming in short, frantic pulls. The parking lot suddenly felt endless, her legs heavy despite her will to move faster. She could hear him now—his boots striking the pavement, the growl of his breath, the raw intent rolling off him in suffocating waves.
He’s going to catch me.
Her fingers fumbled as she reached the car, terror sharpening her movements. The handle. Where is the handle—
Mark was almost on her.
With a desperate gasp, she yanked the door open and threw herself inside the passenger seat, slamming it shut with all the strength she had left.
The impact echoed.
Mark skidded to a stop, barely avoiding crashing into the side of the car. His chest heaved, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
For a split second, their eyes met through the window.
Pure poison burned in his gaze.
Then Rana turned her head.
Her presence hit the space like ice water.
Mark froze.
The rage drained from his face so quickly it was almost comical, replaced by sudden stiffness and poorly masked panic. He straightened, swallowing hard, and lowered his eyes.
“S-sorry, Mrs. Rana,” he whispered, his voice tight and respectful, nothing like the predator from seconds ago.
Rana’s gaze lingered on him, sharp and assessing, the quiet authority of a Gamma female who had seen far too much in her life.
Mark didn’t wait for a response.
He turned on his heel and walked away quickly—but not before flicking one last look at Iva.
A promise.
A threat.
Iva’s stomach twisted as she sank into the seat, her heart still racing, her hands trembling in her lap.
This is far from over, she thought, dread curling deep in her chest.
And Avalon growled softly inside her, low and protective.
“No,” her wolf agreed grimly. “It isn’t.”
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