The Lonely Wolf

3

Veronica

I knocked on the door.

“Hi Mrs Lewis. It’s me. Ronnie Parker. You said to come in before class today to talk about getting into the early enrollment and or college credit programs.” I say walking through the open door.

“Come on in Veronica. I have your transcript here. You are quite the student and have been involved in a nice number of extracurricular activities. You are a great candidate for the program. Unfortunately, your mother enrolled you a little too late to get you into the program this semester. I may be able to get you into a vocational work program or put you in for an internship offered to our top students. Many of our omegas enroll in vocational programs such as the culinary program, hospitality, nursing, or auto mechanics. Those are just a few. What rank were you at your pack?” She asked, confusing me.

“What do you mean by rank in a pack? I don’t belong to a pack. Are there different ranks? Is there a test to find out the rank?” I ask, knowing I'm a great tester and, given time, I could pass any test.

“So your mother doesn’t belong to a pack? I just figured she traveled a lot for work, which is why you have been to so many different schools,” she replied.

“Oh, no. My mother is a vampire from the Crimson Gild Clan. She does travel a lot for work as an attorney, but I don't think that's why she has sent me to so many different boarding schools. You detect the wolf in me because I am a wolf hybrid. I don’t know my dad’s side or what pack, rank, or even where he is. I’m not part of any pack or coven, but I can look at the pamphlet to see if any of these programs and can get back to you. These paid work programs look interesting. I would like to have a part-time job, you know, for my extra spending. When would I need to come back with the paperwork and let you know?” I say sweetly, although I can feel she is judging me.

They always look at me differently when I tell them that I’m an abomination, a mix of two supernatural bloodlines and belonging to neither.

“The sooner, the better. If you could get it back by the end of the school day it would be great. Please sit back down, Victoria. I didn’t mean to offend you. I was just surprised. I know this can’t be an easy transition, and I am here to offer my support and guidance in whatever way I can. Would you be interested in learning more about your wolf side? You’re almost at the age where your wolf will recognize your fated mate. A lot of females your age are concerned about it. I meet with a group after school today in the library to discuss topics like that. You’re welcome to join us. It would be a good way to make friends,” she says.

“I'll think about it. I have to get to class. I will come back with these papers filled out and let you know if any of these courses are appealing,” I say, exiting the room.

“She gave us that look. Did you see it?” My wolf Sasha says.

“Sure did. That’s why I had to leave.” I say walking into my next class.

“And to say you’re an Omega. That’s the bottom ranking of the pack.” She snarks.

“I figured. I mean she didn’t just outright call us a rogue like they did at the last school. I wonder how long it will be before she tries to call my mom.” I see everyone is taking the seats towards the back of the class. I sit down at the first open seat in the front row.

“She didn't seem too concerned about mom. She was probably just trying to gather information for the future Alpha. He is right. There is a familiarity with him.”

“I know, which is why I want to steer clear of him. I wonder why mom even sent me to this school. Look at how the kids look at me. That counselor really thinks they want to be friends. Once they find out I’m a hybrid they’ll…”

((plap))

Someone walks up and places a container of synthetic blood on my desk.

“Just want to make sure no one gets bitten,” he says as he walk by causing the other students to laugh and whisper about me being part vampire. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to control my emotions. I know he’s just trying to get under my skin and I cannot let him. I turn to look at where he is sitting with this group of friends making mock vampire statements.

“Well, you might want to spring for the real stuff next time. I prefer O+ if you don’t mind requests,” I confidently say then turn back like I couldn't hear them talking behind me.

There is always one at every new school. One year they poured water with red food coloring on me. I guess they thought I was going to be like that girl from that one movie and spaz out. I wanted so badly to rip them to shreds but knew I would be the one getting blamed if that happened. I've tried talking to the school counselor or principal about it, but their parents always wrote a check and nothing was ever done. I have always had to just tough it out for the year or however long I had to be there before my mom would ship me to another school. The only relief is knowing this year will be the last year I'll have to endure this.

“Good morning class, welcome to homeroom. Looks like our new student came ready for AP Biology. That’s the next class and you don’t need to bring an actual blood sample, Veronica, but we are going to be discussing blood and all the things within it in that class,” the teacher came in saying.

“Oh, this? It was a gift that that guy brought me. He must have heard I am a vampire hybrid and wanted to make sure I didn’t go hungry. Thank you”, I gave a huge smile at him, holding up the container. It's hard, but I am attempting to suppress my inner annoyance. I made sure to smile big enough, so everyone could see I didn’t have big fangs like most vampires.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to welcome the new student. How sweet of you, Edwin. Thank you for sharing this little bit of information about yourself, Veronica. Is there anything else you would like us to know?” She asks.

“No, just that I go by Ronnie.”

“Very well. I will make a note of that.” She said, putting something on her tablet.

“Hi my name is Maggie. I’m a sorceress. You won't believe the pranks they pulled on me. I think you handled that like a badass. Anyway, do you want to be lab partners in Biology?" The petite girl next to me says.

“Sure. It’s nice to meet you, Maggie.” I replied.

I am beginning to think that maybe I will have a friend here.