The Season Of The Wolf

New School Year

I hear my alarm blaring and get ready for my first day of work for the new school year. I teach English to Juniors in high school. The class is actually called English III. I teach at a public high school instead of a pack school, but most of the teens from the pack go to school here because of me.

I heard rumors circulating that a few kids from another pack were going to be integrated into our pack and our school because their parents basically disowned them.

I get dressed in a black flowy skirt and a white button up blouse. I make sure that my orange bra isn't showing through. I just bought it with matching panties and it makes me feel good to wear them. I slip on some black pumps and slap on a smokey eye look with mascara, liner, and nude lipstick.

My sandy blond hair hangs at the middle of my back and I put on my glasses. My olive green orbs are showing through the lenses. I'm a little self conscious because I'm right in between skinny and plus size. I have some pudge, but my boobs and butt are prominent. The pudge is barely noticeable with clothes on, but you can definitely tell if you look at my thighs. I'm 5'6", so my weight is distributed evenly.

After analyzing my whole life, I grab my favorite coffee tumbler, a banana nut muffin, my purse, and keys and I leave for work. I live on the edge of the pack land in my own house because I choose to. I may be the Beta, but I value privacy.

I get to the school after about 20 minutes and I get my classroom ready for the day.

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At 7:45 I hear the first bell ring and see my empty classroom begin to flood with teenagers. Of course, the pack kids sit up front. A girl that I don't know, decides to sit in the front row, directly in front of my desk.

As soon as I see her, I feel my magic pulsing, but I ignore it because it was very faint. I take a deep breath and wait for everyone to be seated before I introduce myself.

"Okay, Okay. I know we're all excited for the new school year, but we have business to attend to."

I look around the room and see a lot of new faces.

"Some of you already know me, but for those of you that don't, my name is Ms. Gray. No, you may not call me by first name. I will not answer to, "Yo, Gray" or " 'Sup Ms. G". I know it makes me seem like a stickler, but we have boundaries for a reason."

I pass out the Syllabus.

"Judging from the very bored expressions on your faces, I'm assuming that you're expecting a lecture on the syllabus. That is exactly what I will not be doing. Every single person in this room is old enough to know the concept of accountability. Or at least, I hope so."

A few students snicker and elbow their friends.

"You will have to read the syllabus on your time and write a paragraph on the 5 most important rules for this classroom. After that, you may throw it away, burn it, or feed it to your dog. I don't care. If you so choose, you may even keep it to know what we will be going over before being blind sided. Not a single student has ever actually done that before, so I don't expect it."

The girl in the front row is making very strong eye contact with me. She leans forward with a smirk and I know she's about to be a smartass.

"So, you're telling me, that if I want to write notes to someone in the corner of these pages, you wouldn't care? Would you care if I constantly asked you what was next just because I wasted my paper?"

I roll my eyes and turn to the white board.

"No smartass comments!" I write on the board.

"This is what I care about. Yes, my goal is to teach you to be better in many ways, but if you're gonna have an attitude, you'd better think twice." I lean on her desk with both hands placed on it.

I hear the typical, "ooooh" and she doesn't even lean back.

"I will sentence you to detention so fast, that Mr. Myagi wouldn't even be able to catch it."

I stand back up and plaster a smile on my face.

"Anymore questions about the syllabus?"

Everyone shakes their heads ferociously with terrified expressions.

"Now, I want to do a few exercises to get to know everyone."

I catch an eye roll from the attitude-prone little girl in the front row.

"The first one is kinda just a name learning exercise. I'll start. My name is Ms. Gray and I like wolves."

They all seemed to gather the concept.

"We will stand in a circle and before you say your name and something you like, you will repeat what was said before you, no matter how many people went before you did."

The students get in a circle with me at the head and that girl stands next to me.

"Your name is Ms. Gray and you like wolves. My name is Roxi and I like older women."

The whole class gasps.

"Hallway, now!"

I go into the hallway with Roxi and instruct the other students to carry on without repeating what she likes.

"Only repeat her name."

The wolves in the room respect me as their Beta so they diligently do as I ask.

"What is wrong with you?!"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You came into my classroom looking to pick a fight and you have been shooting me glances and attitude all morning. I have had to stop class several times to correct the behavior!"

"It's not like we're learning anything today."

"Everyone else is trying to have a nice day before the real work begins."

"No, everyone else is playing it safe, especially the wolves in the class who respect you as their Beta."

She leans in really close and whispers in my ear.

"You are not my Beta, but I would love to taste you." She licks her lips and goes to the classroom door.

"Detention" I utter in a small voice.

She smirks at me and the bell rings.

"Saved by the bell. See ya later, Teach."

I go to the principal's office and tell her that I have a family emergency and need to leave.

"Roxi Aarons was told that she has to attend detention. She said some very inappropriate things to me. Please have my substitute enforce that."

"Of course, I hope your sister feels better."

"Oh, thank you."

I obviously lied and told Ms. Arthur that my sister had pneumonia and needed me. I speed to the pack territory and mind link the alpha while I'm on my way.

Me:Elijah! What the hell is going on?!

Eli: I have no idea what you're referring to.

Me: I'm almost to the pack house, I'll talk to you about it in a sec.

I rush inside and use my wolf speed to do so. I don't even think I took the keys out of my car. I for sure turned it off. I blur as I rush to Eli's office.

*whoosh* *bang*

I push the door open and slam it closed.

"Who the HELL is Roxy Aarons and why is she terrorizing me in my classroom?"

"Haha, I see you had the pleasure of meeting our little smartass."

"OUR?!"

"She is from the Great Plains pack. Her parents and her whole pack disowned her because she's gay."

"Oh, I-I didn't know that."

"Yeah, the first real thing she said to me on the ride here was that she hoped to find her mate so someone would love her."

"She's only 17 and disrespectful as hell. Besides her manners, she isn't old enough to find her mate. She's probably been shifting for 2 or 3 years, but wolves can only start finding their mate between 18 and 21 depending on the wolf, right?"

He raises one eyebrow at me and speaks in an amused tone.

"Why are you so concerned with who her mate is and how old she is?"

I can't hide anything from him, we've been friends our whole lives.

"Well, I felt a small magical pulse when I first saw her, but I don't think she could be my mate because I'm 23 and she's 17."

"Not because she's a woman?"

"Oh, come on, you knew I was gay before I did."

"Very true!" *laughs*

I plop down into the armchair across from his desk with a loud sigh.

"What do I do? Do I tell her, or do I wait until she's 18 to tell her?"

"Well, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your house is the only one on the land with an extra bedroom and less than two people living in it."

I lean forward, glaring at him.

"Eli, what is that supposed to mean?"

"She's gotta stay with you."

I spring up from my seat and start pacing.

"Not only is that inappropriate in the teacher-student form, but it's also really bad because we may or may not be mates! What the hell?!"

I argue with him for about an hour and then I begrudgingly go home and prepare my spare room for Roxi. I have no idea what she's like outside of school or even if she'll try to seduce me. She seems like the type. Maybe, she felt something too and is waiting for me to say something.

I sit down and finish creating my lesson plans for the next two weeks. I guess I fell asleep while working at my laptop because I woke up by Roxi shaking me.

"Oh! Roxi! It's not 4:00, yet. Did you skip detention?"

"Um, look at the clock. It's almost 5:00."

"Oh, Okay, what do you want for dinner?"

Roxi blushes and fiddles with the hem on her shirt. I take in the adorable scene in front of me. She is about 5'6" and she has caramel colored skin with purple hair that's clearly been dyed. She has small boobs and a nice butt. There is definitely no thigh gap. She's wearing shorts with a loose t-shirt and black sneakers. She's blushing and biting her lip and I can't help but think what's going through her head.

"Can you make steak and mashed potatoes? I love that meal. Some broccoli too?" She looks up at me with an innocent look and her chocolate brown orbs are brimming with tears.

I step towards her and wipe her eyes.

"It's okay, sweetie. Is that what your mom used to make for you?"

She nods and sniffles as her tears finally fall. She turns away from me and gathers herself.

"Sorry. It's still fresh. Where's my room? I'd like to change."

"Upstairs, second door on the left. I'll holler at you when it's ready."

I turn on a true crime video on YouTube. and play it on my Bluetooth speaker. Of course, it's Bailey Sarian. I only cook while listening to her and a couple of others. I don't hear Roxi come back downstairs 20 minutes later. I don't notice her until I turn to grab my glass of wine off the island and she's sitting on it in booty shorts and a dark green cami. I can see her n*****s through her shirt so she's obviously not wearing a bra.

"Hey, Ms. Gray, what's your first name?"

"Naomi. But, never call me that at school."

I try not to look at her as I reach for my wine and take a sip.

"Can I have some?"

"What?!"

"Can I have some wine?"

I laugh so hard that I almost choke on my own spit.

"Hell, no. I am not supplying to a minor."

I finish cooking our food and plate it, taking it to the coffee table.

"Wanna watch a movie while we eat?"

"Aren't you gonna change? There's no way that outfit is comfortable."

I untuck my shirt and smile at her.

"This is fine."

She has a look of realization cross her face when she catches onto the fact that I'm not playing her game.

I lift my feet onto the couch and sit cross-legged, placing the plate on my lap. She gets up, picks a movie, and puts it in. She bends over in front of me while inserting the disc. I nearly choke on my bite of steak.b

"Are you okay, Naomi?"

She turns to look at me with a concerned expression.

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We finish a few movies and go to sleep by 10pm.