A wolf in teachers clothing.

    Walking up to the daunting doors of the high school I stop and take a long drag of my cigarette. I was never too fond of school myself so why I decided to torture myself and get a degree in teaching was beyond me. I throw my cigarette on to the concrete  and inhale deeply, the air around the school stunk like desperation and fear and I could feel myself literally drowning in it. I start my slow walk up to the front doors every step felt like it was tightening my neck tie around my throat like a noose     -I'm going to have a goddamned panic attack- I groan internally as I grip the hand rail and try to regain my composure.      -Stop acting like a b***h and go something is going to happen today. something big and I'm not going to miss it because your panic attack having ass- My wolf, striker, growls in the back of my mind. Rolling my eyes I finally enter the school and walk down the hall to my room. All around me teens swarm, meeting up with friends before class and talking about how there summers went. I couldn't help the small smirk that crossed my face as I watch some girls stop and stair at me as I walk by. I knew I was decent looking I have short black hair cut close to my head and left a little longer on top, my steal grey eyes had long lashes framing them, I have a proud strait nose and thin soft lips my face was that of an angle. My body was another story entirely. Due to my responsibilities as my packs beta I made sure that I was in the gym several times a week preferably once a day on top of my training with that pack warriors the end result is a body made from steel. I was proud of my looks and I enjoyed being watched by passers by but in this specific instance it was a little creepy, hell id be teaching half of these kids.     Reaching the end of the hall I turn in to my room and sight once again, glancing down at my watch I saw that I had five more minutes before the bell rang to start my long day. I quickly went around to every desk and laid a copy of Shake Spears Macbeth on them before stepping up to the white board and write my name in large letters on it. Behind me I hear the soft clicking of shoes on the polished floor.     -How odd and early arrival to class- I thought before I caught smell of the sent that fallowed the student in. Lemon zest and fresh fallen rain with hints of something that I could only describe as freedom. My body went rigid this smell was perfection that could only mean one thing.     -Mate, mate, mate! Claim mate claim her- My wolf shouts in the back of my head as I turn around to get a glimpse of the creature that was to be made specifically for me . I turn and I see this small mousy little girl sitting in the front row of my class, her stringy brown hair pulled over one of her shoulders showing a pail slender neck, sharp green eyes are hidden behind large round slightly broken glasses. I watch her as she pulls the sleeves of her cardigan lower to cover her hands as she opens a large book and chews on her thumb nail. Glancing at the book I see the title is 1984 by George Orwell I smirk approvingly, and just as I was about to go talk to her I caught it, the under tone in her scent it was slightly sour and a chill runs down my back. Not only in my mate a student but she is a rouge wolf as well.