After the event in the auditorium, the history professor holds a session that leads to a discussion of a group project. The professor informs the students that they need to work in pairs and that he has already selected the pairs. "Blaze and I will be paired together -" Alexa exclaims excitedly to her group, and they all eagerly anticipate their partnership.
However, Rose remains disinterested, her thoughts consumed by Kaden Preston and the strange feelings his presence invokes within her. Though physically present in the class, Rose is mentally unavailable until her name is called out.
Saisha notices Rose's distraction and gently shakes her to bring her back to reality.
Confused, Rose looks around and her eyes land on the teacher, who informs her that she will be paired with Blaze. "Rose White, you will
In the hushed classroom, a new day dawns as the professor strides in, an aura of authority trailing in his wake. With a decisive tone, he sets the tone for change, a subtle shift that sends ripples through the room. “There is a slight shift in the partners. Not with everyone though…” The announcement of revised pairings hangs in the air, a game of fate orchestrated by the professor's hand."Blaze Falcon will be paired with Alexa Preston," the words slice through the room, met with a flash of satisfaction on Alexa's features, a hint of devious delight dancing in her eyes. Rose, ever the vigilant observer, absorbs the news with a calm demeanor, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of composure.As the professor decrees Rose's new partner to be Dexter, a spark of determination ignites within her. Silently rising from her seat, she crosses the room
Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail.As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity.A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.As she carefully rearranges the sketches to their original order, a familiar image catches her eye.Clutching the sketch in her hand, she finds hers
Sitting on the edge of the creaked bed, a girl named Rose hears a vile voice which is familiar to her ears. She rolls her eyes, a mixture of annoyance and apprehension flickering across her face. The voice grows louder, drawing closer to her tiny room, until the door creaks open with a resounding bang against the wall behind it.Startled, Rose jumps to her feet, her concerned expression overshadowing her features. Her eyes meet the piercing gaze of a woman in her late forties, her face twisted with a vicious expression that sends shivers down Rose's spine. The woman, her name known all too well to Rose, is none other than her step-aunt, Margaret."I have been calling you. Can't you hear me?" Margaret spits out the words with anger, her voice dripping with venom. Rose's heart races as she tries to compose herself, aware of the consequences that may follow.Tentatively, Rose musters up the courage to speak, her voice trembling. "Aunty Margaret, I didn't hear you..." But before she can f
“Welcome to Westmount High~” a cheerful voice pierces through the air, amplified by a megaphone. As Rose steps onto the campus of Westmount High, a shiver runs down her spine, a mix of anticipation and trepidation coursing through her veins. The school's entrance gate looms before her, its wrought iron bars adorned with intricate designs that seem to whisper ancient secrets. The gate creaks open as if inviting her into a world unknown.Beyond the gate, the campus unfolds like a hidden sanctuary, bathed in an ethereal glow. Towering trees cast long shadows that dance mysteriously along the cobblestone path, leading her deeper into the heart of the school. The air carries a faint scent of damp earth and forgotten mysteries, further immersing Rose in the enigmatic atmosphere.As she walks along the path, the sound of her footsteps seems to echo through the stillness, as if the campus itself is holding its breath, waiting to reveal its secrets. The architecture is a blend of Gothic and
Just as she creaks the door of the bathroom, she looks at the tiny space, her eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Before she knows it, a chilling presence makes itself known behind her. A strong hand swiftly wraps around her waist, while another covers her mouth, stifling her scream.Fear courses through her veins as she struggles against the grip, but she remains overpowered by the strength and dominance of this mysterious figure. The scent of a captivating fragrance fills her nostrils, momentarily distracting her from the terror of the situation.The man's breath brushes against the nape of her neck as he inhales deeply, taking in her scent. His voice, deep and hoarse, sends shivers down her spine as he whispers into her ear, his words laden with both threat and intrigue. "Oh, Rose. Fragile little Rose..."Every hair on her body stands on end as the weight of his presence presses upon her. Her heart pounds in her chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and anticipation. In this moment,
Rose's heart pounds in her chest as she glares at the young man who just released her. She rubs her wrist, wincing at the lingering pain from his tight grip. Despite his youthful appearance, there is a strength about him, evident in the definition of his muscles. She can't help but wonder if he spends hours at the gym, sculpting his physique."Pervert," she mutters under her breath, assuming her words will go unnoticed. However, to her surprise, his sharp hearing catches her insult. His eyebrows furrow in response, revealing his irritation. “Ever heard of the big bad wolf out there, little lamb?” In a swift motion, he reaches out, grabbing her arm once again, pulling her closer to him. His piercing gaze locks onto hers, searching for fear, and a sly smile plays upon his lips as he realizes her unease.A disturbing thought crosses her mind, and her face pales. Memories of her tormentor's taunts resurface the echoes of being called a little girl resounding in her ears. She can't shake
As Saisha looks back and rolls her eyes at Alexa's mockery, she dismisses the Queenbee, saying, "Alexa, not now." Rose continues to walk forward, her gaze fixed on the ground, until one of the guys from Alexa's squad steps in front of her, deliberately blocking her path. Rose remains silent, her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her skirt, refusing to meet his gaze.Confused by Rose's reaction, Saisha speaks up, her voice tinged with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Before Rose can respond, the guy forcefully shoves her, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground. A pained grunt escapes her lips as her elbows bear the brunt of the impact, the sting of injury coursing through her.As Rose looks up, she notices the guy's astonished expression as he gazes at her face. Saisha and the rest of Alexa's squad, including Alexa herself, turn their attention to Rose's face. Their laughter abruptly halts as they witness the fresh bruises on her cheeks and lips, a clear indication of recent
Rose listens silently as Alexa, wearing a smirk, commands her to bring an iced latte. She narrows her eyebrows, glancing momentarily at Blaze and then back at Alexa. Parting her lips, Rose quietly responds, "I don't think you should ask me to bring you things." Blaze's gaze remains fixed on Rose, observing the interaction between the two. Alexa, undeterred, smiles and retorts, "And I don't think you're allowed to refuse me. Oh, and don't forget the whipped cream." Rose scoffs, licking her lips, and shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Alexa. I am not your servant."In an instant, the expression on Alexa's face changes from a smile to a cold, piercing stare. She rises from her seat, narrowing her eyebrows in disbelief. "What did you just say to me?" she confronts Rose. Taking a deep breath, Rose meets her gaze and honesty fills her voice. "Alexa, I'm saying it won't be possible for me to bring you an iced latte."After a brief pause, Rose glances at Blaze and mocks, "Why don't you ask your bo
Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail.As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity.A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.As she carefully rearranges the sketches to their original order, a familiar image catches her eye.Clutching the sketch in her hand, she finds hers
In the hushed classroom, a new day dawns as the professor strides in, an aura of authority trailing in his wake. With a decisive tone, he sets the tone for change, a subtle shift that sends ripples through the room. “There is a slight shift in the partners. Not with everyone though…” The announcement of revised pairings hangs in the air, a game of fate orchestrated by the professor's hand."Blaze Falcon will be paired with Alexa Preston," the words slice through the room, met with a flash of satisfaction on Alexa's features, a hint of devious delight dancing in her eyes. Rose, ever the vigilant observer, absorbs the news with a calm demeanor, her thoughts hidden behind a mask of composure.As the professor decrees Rose's new partner to be Dexter, a spark of determination ignites within her. Silently rising from her seat, she crosses the room
After the event in the auditorium, the history professor holds a session that leads to a discussion of a group project. The professor informs the students that they need to work in pairs and that he has already selected the pairs. "Blaze and I will be paired together -" Alexa exclaims excitedly to her group, and they all eagerly anticipate their partnership.However, Rose remains disinterested, her thoughts consumed by Kaden Preston and the strange feelings his presence invokes within her. Though physically present in the class, Rose is mentally unavailable until her name is called out.Saisha notices Rose's distraction and gently shakes her to bring her back to reality.Confused, Rose looks around and her eyes land on the teacher, who informs her that she will be paired with Blaze. "Rose White, you will
“Welcome to Westmount High, everyone. Please settle down!” As the host's voice fills the auditorium, the students' attention wavers, some idly scrolling through their phones while others stifle yawns, their interest waning in the face of the speaker's monologue. Obliged to listen despite their evident boredom, the audience resigns themselves to the proceedings, their focus drifting as the minutes tick by.After a brief interlude, the host announces the impending arrival of the chief guest, a declaration that sends a ripple of anticipation through the room. The atmosphere shifts palpably as a hush descends, the only sound the rhythmic cadence of approaching footsteps. A figure emerges, exuding an aura of authority and charisma, his posture erect, his presence commanding the attention of all in his wake. The room falls into a reverent silence as the man strides forward, his gaze steady and purposeful."Please, welcome… our chief guest… Kaden Preston," the host proclaims, his voice reso
“But, how is the rogue still alive?” The tension in the air is palpable as Alpha Kaden and Felicia engage in a conversation that delves into the darker aspects of their world, the shadow of danger looming over their peaceful existence. Felicia's question about the rogue's fate elicits a momentary grin from Alpha Kaden, a glint of pride in his eyes as he responds with a hint of satisfaction, "Who says he is still alive?"Understanding the implicit message in his words, Felicia nods in silent acknowledgment as Alpha Kaden reveals the grim truth behind the rogue's demise. "I killed him and left his body for his pack to see. This might be a warning for them," his words carry a weight of authority and a hint of menace, a testament to the unforgiving nature of their world.However, their conversation is abruptly interrupted by a persistent knocking at the
Blaze and Dexter, now in their human forms, navigate the dense shadows of the forest, their mission clear: to track down the mysterious brown-skinned wolf that has been wreaking havoc on unsuspecting humans. Blaze Falcon, with a steely determination in his eyes, leads the charge, intent on putting an end to the threat that looms amidst the trees.He is convinced that the wolf Rose encountered does not belong to their pack, hinting at the presence of a rogue or an outsider in their midst.As they venture deeper into the heart of the forest, the canopy of trees casting eerie shadows in the dim light, a misstep causes Dexter to trip over a fallen log, sending him sprawling onto the forest floor with a grunt of discomfort. Blaze, ever the pragmatic one, rolls his eyes at the clumsiness, planting his hands on his hips as he urges Dexter to regain his footing.
In the tense stillness of the forest, Rose's breath catches in her throat as the creature before it reveals itself to be a menacing werewolf. Its massive teeth gleam in the dim light, saliva dripping from its jaws, its predatory gaze fixed upon her with unyielding intensity. The intensity of his growls sends a chill down her spine, her every instinct screaming with primal fear.Frozen in place, Rose is gripped by the certainty that this encounter may be her last. Every hair on her body stands on end as fear courses through her veins, rendering her limbs heavy and unresponsive. She whimpers silently, her eyes averted from the wolf looming before her, her body half-sitting on the forest floor.Their eyes lock in a silent battle of wills, the intensity of the werewolf's gaze bearing down on her with a weight that feels suffocating. At this charged moment, the real
In the midst of the lively dance floor, Rose finds herself swept up in the excitement as Saisha eagerly pulls her towards two boys who have joined them, adding to the pulsating energy of the moment. With a shared sense of playfulness, Rose and Saisha continue to dance, their bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music as they lean into the boys, their hands exploring their waists and torsos in a flirtatious dance of proximity.As the boys' touch lingers on their bodies, a subtle tension simmers beneath the surface, heightened by the charged atmosphere of the club. Unbeknownst to Rose, Blaze, his gaze sharp and focused, watches the scene unfold with a growing sense of unease. His teeth grit in frustration as he observes Rose's carefree interaction with the boys, his possessive instincts flaring in response to the perceived threat to their connection.Determined to draw Rose's attention away from the boys, Blaze subtly maneuvers through the crowded dance floor, his movements purp
In the darkness of the forest, a pack of wolves prowls, their presence commanding and fierce. Standing tall among them is their alpha, a figure of authority and power. With an air of pride, he raises his head, acknowledging the pack's submission as they bow their wolf heads in reverence.The wolves exude an electric energy, fully immersed in their instinctual nature. It is the night of the wolves, under the radiant full moon, a time when their primal instincts are heightened. The alpha addresses his pack, his voice resounding with unwavering confidence."Tonight, we hunt as one," the alpha declares, his words carrying the weight of their shared purpose. "Should any rogues dare to cross our path, we shall eliminate them without mercy."As the alpha speaks, a transformation unfolds before their eyes. His human facade fades away, replaced by the form of a formidable and majestic wolf. With each leap, his body grows in size and strength. His sharp claws glisten in the moonlight, and his t