Chapter 8:Daisy’s School
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The air was crisp that morning, filled with the scent of dew and earth. Teresa’s heart pounded softly beneath her chest as she sat in the back seat of the transport van heading toward Daisy’s School. The roads twisted between towering trees and foggy hills. Miguel and Rosa had saved just enough for this moment, and now it was real.
The towering gates of the school came into view — elegant iron archways intertwined with real vines of blooming daisy flowers. “Daisy’s School,” the engraved letters read, in gold. Teresa took a breath. This was more than just a school. It was a new beginning.
Inside the gates, the courtyard was alive. Students of all kinds—humans, werewolves, and even astrologers—walked about. Teresa quickly noticed the difference: the astrologers moved with an aura of mystery, some with ancient pendants or cloaks, while the werewolves carried themselves with raw, quiet strength.
She stepped out, carrying a small bag and her acceptance letter. Her sneakers crunched lightly on the gravel as she walked toward the administration building.
“Name?” asked a voice at the entrance.
“Teresa Hale,” she answered.
The woman looked her over and nodded, checking the list. “Dorm 7B. Orientation starts in one hour in the North Hall.”
As Teresa walked away, someone was watching her.
From the shadows of the east balcony, Daisy leaned against the railing. She wore a fitted dark green dress, her chestnut hair falling in waves over her shoulders. Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as they followed Teresa across the courtyard.
“She’s... pretty,” Daisy murmured.
Beside her stood Taura — Kael and Smith’s childhood friend. She had her arms crossed, wearing her usual confident smirk.
“Another transfer?” Taura asked, her tone indifferent but her eyes were curious.
“Yes. But she’s... different.” Daisy tilted her head. “There’s something about her I can’t place yet.”
Taura shrugged, “Well, she’s in for a surprise. This place isn’t all daisies and sunshine.”
Daisy scoffed at the pun, but said nothing.
***
“I’m Smith,” he said, offering his hand. “Second-year, student mentor.”
She shook it briefly. “Teresa.”
“Nice to meet you, Teresa.” His smile was genuine. But her heart didn’t flutter. It was... calm.
No sparks.
“Hope you enjoy Daisy’s School. If you need anything, I’m around,” he said.
“Thank you.”
As he walked away, Camilla latched back onto him, shooting Teresa a glare. Smith didn’t seem to mind.
But someone else saw the whole thing.
From the window of the upper balcony, Daisy had been watching again. Her eyes narrowed.
***
Later that evening, in a quiet part of campus, Smith sat under a tree, reading a book. Camilla joined him, sitting close. She was in love — or thought she was. He was kind, gentle, and charming. She often brought him coffee and notes. He smiled at her, always polite, but he never returned the feelings.
She leaned closer. “Smith?”
“Hmm?”
“Do you ever think about love?”
He blinked, setting the book down.
“Yes,” he said after a moment. “But I think love should find you. Not the other way around.”
She smiled. “What if it’s already here?”
He looked into her eyes — and gently, respectfully — kissed her on the forehead.
“You’re wonderful, Camilla,” he whispered. “But I don’t think I’m the one you’re looking for.”
Her smile wavered.
Meanwhile, at the edge of campus, a sleek black car pulled up behind the private staff building. Kael stepped out, dressed in black. His signature tattoo, the mark of his bloodline, was hidden under his long sleeves. His dark eyes were tired, and his presence exuded power and restraint.
He didn’t mingle with the others. Didn’t walk the courtyard. He had private classes and rarely showed his face. No one suspected he was the true alpha of the SilverMist Pack — not even most of the staff.
Inside the school’s private lounge, Smith was talking with a fellow professor when Kael walked in.
“Still avoiding the student body like the plague?” Smith asked with a lazy grin.
Kael shrugged. “They don’t need to see me.”
Smith leaned back. “One day, they’ll need to know who leads them.”
Kael looked away. “Not today.”
There was a pause. Smith’s smile faded slightly. “Still thinking about her?”
Kael didn’t respond.
***
Back in Dorm 7B, Teresa found her room. Small, cozy, with one twin bed, a desk, and a wardrobe. She unpacked quickly, changed into her orientation outfit, and stepped out. On the way, she passed students of different kinds, their scents and auras mixing.
Then her steps slowed. Across the courtyard, a group of students gathered around a tall young man—broad shoulders, charming smile, laughing with ease. Girls flocked around him, but one stood too close — a girl with golden curls and painted lips.
“Smith,” someone whispered near Teresa.
Smith?
The name rang oddly in her mind. Something about him caught her attention, but not in the way she expected. He was handsome, sure. Confident. But... there was no spark. No heat. Not like her dreams.
In her recurring dream, the alpha had a presence that sucked the air from the room. In one, he held her under the moonlight, his face obscured, but the energy was overwhelming. He wasn’t just a man — he was something ancient, something... broken.
Smith turned, eyes sweeping across the courtyard—and for a fleeting second, his eyes met Teresa’s. He gave a gentle smile. The girl beside him clung to his arm, possessively.
“New girl,” she whispered. “Ignore her.”
Smith gently removed her hand. “That’s not how we treat newcomers, Camilla.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re too nice.”
He chuckled. “Someone has to be.”
Smith walked toward Teresa, hands casually in his pockets.
“Hi there,” he said.
Teresa nodded politely. “Hi.”
“First day?” he asked.
She nodded again. “Yes.”
And somewhere in the shadows, Taura watched everything. Her eyes flicked between Smith and the new girl, Teresa, who had passed by unknowingly earlier.
So many pieces.
So many secrets.
And the real Alpha, hidden in plain sight, remained in his silence — haunted by the past, watching from the shadows.
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