CHAPTER 2: NOSEBLEED
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Logan gazed at Snow, his eyes shimmering with malice, and Snow froze in fear. The closer he walked toward her, the more she backed away.
Her heartbeat quickened and sweat coated her palms. She could feel her blood rushing, her brain screaming at her to run—but her body refused to obey.
She should run, escape, do something, but she felt rooted to the spot. She tried to move but couldn’t.
She swallowed a lump in her throat as Logan’s hungry eyes bored into her. They were filled with a twisted desire—to see her break.
"Are you scared?" he asked. Snow trembled, her shoulders slightly raised in fear.
"Please don’t hurt me," she whispered.
Finally, her legs obeyed, breaking free from the invisible grip that held her in place, and..."
her body responded. She turned and ran, fleeing the scene with a pounding heart. Logan’s angry gaze followed her retreating form, and he licked his lips.
He watched her disappear around the corner, then smirked.
"Those legs of hers need to be broken. She's getting bold," he muttered, a surge of bloodlust and screams flashing through his mind.
His wolf growled at the thought. *Alphas don’t hurt the weak*, Lycan reminded him.
"Well, I’m the one in control, not you," Logan muttered, and his wolf growled in disapproval—but he ignored it completely.
Snow came to a stop, panting and trying to catch her breath, when she suddenly heard a scream from the library. Her heart skipped in panic.
The scream caught everyone’s attention, and students rushed toward the library.
The scene that met them was chaotic—Valarie and Rose were on the floor, clothes torn, bruises blooming across their skin. It looked like Imogen had gone full wolf on them.
Her grey wolf form stood snarling over the girls, teeth bared and terrifying. Tiffany stood to the side where she'd been thrown, watching Imogen deal with her girls. She didn’t want to get involved—and there was no remorse in her eyes as she watched them get mauled.
Seconds ago…
Imogen had slammed Tiffany against the wall with such force it cracked. Tiffany began bleeding instantly, her blood dripping onto the floor. Students stepped back; the energy radiating from her was deadly and intense.
Blood streamed from her nose, and her furious eyes locked onto Imogen's wolf. She let out a laugh—one that sounded maniacal.
Her glare bore into Imogen’s soul, but her nostrils caught another scent: Snow’s.
An evil thought crept into her mind, and without hesitation, she turned and punched Snow in the face. Snow stumbled back and fell to the floor.
It took a moment for her to process what had happened, her nose was bleeding, her hand clutching the injury.
"Look what you made me do," Tiffany said with a mocking smile directed at Imogen.
A kick slammed into Snow’s stomach, and she yelped in pain. She tried to comprehend the situation, but Tiffany gave her no time.
"Weren’t you protecting her? Now she’s the one in pain. Payback feels good, doesn’t it?" Tiffany shouted, kicking again and again until Snow coughed up blood.
Everyone stared at Snow in horror, but no one intervened. Tiffany was feared—not just because she was ruthless, but because her father was a Beta. No one dared oppose her.
Imogen shifted back to her human form, her naked body shimmering under the lights of the hallway.
No one reacted in shock—transforming naked was normal among them.
"Let her go," Imogen yelled.
Seconds later,
Tiffany’s scream echoed through the hall. Hair was yanked, and the painful tearing of her scalp satisfied Imogen. A punch to Tiffany’s nose followed, and she yelled in pain—but retaliated immediately. A violent fight erupted.
"What’s happening here?!" came the cold, commanding voice of the principal.
Both girls froze. All eyes turned toward the principal, whose expression was anything but pleased.
PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE
"Explain!" Mrs. Serene yelled, her voice sharp enough to make both girls flinch.
"We… well…" Rose stammered, but Tiffany’s warning glare silenced her.
"She started it!" Rose suddenly blurted, and Mrs. Serene narrowed her eyes.
"Young lady, explain yourself," she said sternly, now looking at Imogen. Imogen's face twisted with frustration as she barked a laugh.
"Are you seriously reprimanding me right now? She bullied and beat up an Omega!" Imogen yelled, voice rising.
"Miss, you have anger issues. Lower your voice," Serene replied calmly, but firmly.
Imogen sighed and frowned. "You know what? Just be biased like everyone else in this school," she muttered.
"Miss Imogen—cleaning duty. Girls’ toilets," Serene announced. "And you, Miss Tiffany—detention!"
Tiffany’s eyes widened. "You can’t do that to me! I’m your niece!" she protested.
But Serene’s glare silenced her. Grinding her teeth, Tiffany glared at Imogen. This was all her fault. Her thoughts drifted to Snow—she hated her. Hated the innocence, the softness, the strange power that radiated from her.
She growled quietly, vowing to deal with Snow—but first, Logan needed to be involved.
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Snow shifted uncomfortably on the infirmary bed. Her body ached all over, and a strange chill began to creep through her veins.
It was like her whole body was freezing. The room’s temperature dropped.
"So cold," she whispered through clenched teeth.
Her jaws ground tightly together. She shivered, her skin paling, and a low groan slipped from her lips.
The cold spread deeper, seeping into her bloodstream. Her powers were acting up again, just like they always did.
A sharp, stabbing pain sliced through her, and a muffled scream escaped. Her hands trembled, and a cold breath left her mouth in a visible puff of air.
Her hair turned a silvery-white. Bones shifted beneath her skin—groaning and snapping back into place—and another soft groan escaped her.
The door slammed shut, wind bursting into the room like a storm. The windows rattled, reacting to the energy in the air. Her hands turned pale.
She brushed against the table—and it instantly froze over, though she didn’t notice.
The pain became unbearable and Snow screamed.
Then Silence....
Dry, hollow silence. No footsteps. No breathing. Nothing.
Only white specks glowing in the dark.
Her eyes snapped open, revealing glowing snow-white irises.
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