“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 modern styles, with ancient stone facades juxtaposed against sleek glass structures, creating a visual tapestry that speaks of a rich history intertwined with contemporary intrigue.
Rose's gaze is drawn to the main building—a grand structure with towering spires that scrape the sky. Its weathered stone walls bear the marks of time, hinting at the stories and legends that have unfolded within its halls. The windows, adorned with stained glass depicting mythical creatures and arcane symbols, seem to hold a gaze of their own, as if observing those who dare to step foot inside.
As she approaches the entrance, Rose feels a surge of anticipation mingled with a touch of nervousness. The heavy wooden doors, polished to a lustrous sheen, beckon her forward, their intricate carvings seeming to come alive in the shifting light.
“Hi, welcome to Westmount High!” As Rose recovers from her startle, a cheerful voice breaks through the air, accompanied by the unexpected presence of a girl leaping towards her. Her hand instinctively goes to her chest, steadying her racing heart, while the girl quickly apologizes for her sudden approach.
Rose nods in response, confirming her status as a newcomer to Westmount High.
The girl, introducing herself, “Now you might be wondering what my name is…I am Saisha…I give tours to new students here.” She wastes no time in offering a helping hand and enthusiastically suggests giving Rose a quick tour. Rose's initial surprise gives way to a sense of gratitude for Saisha's kindness.
She feels a connection forming between them, a glimmer of friendship in the midst of the school's mysterious atmosphere.
With Saisha's hand clinging to her arm, Rose feels a sense of comfort and familiarity. Saisha's vibrant energy and genuine warmth make her feel as though she has already found a place within the fabric of Westmount High.
As they walk side by side, Saisha begins to share tales of the school, weaving a tapestry of legends and mysteries that have enshrouded Westmount High throughout its storied history. Her words paint vivid images of secret societies, hidden chambers, and unexplained phenomena that have captivated generations of students.
Rose listens intently, her curiosity piqued by the tales Saisha imparts. The stories intertwine with the physical surroundings, breathing life into the very walls that surround them. The grandeur of the main building takes on new significance as Saisha describes the secrets it holds, while the whispers of the students passing by add an eerie backdrop to the narrative.
A hint of a smile graces Rose's lips as she realizes that she has found a friend in Saisha. The weight of being a newcomer to Westmount High feels lighter, as their camaraderie eases her transition into this mysterious world. Saisha's genuine enthusiasm and knowledge of the school make Rose feel like an insider as if she has already become a part of the fabric of Westmount High.
As they venture deeper into the campus, Saisha's tales continue to unfold, captivating Rose's imagination and enticing her to explore the depths of the school's mysteries. With Saisha by her side, Rose embarks on this journey, eager to uncover the hidden truths that lie within the secrets of Westmount High.
As Rose's gaze sweeps across the classroom, her eyes lock with the intense gaze of a guy who stands out from the rest. There is an air of mystery surrounding him, an allure that captivates her attention. His hazel eyes meet hers, and in that moment, it feels as though their souls connect on a deeper level.
A shiver runs down Rose's spine, a mixture of excitement and trepidation coursing through her.
Time seems to slow as they hold each other's gaze, an unspoken understanding passing between them. The world around them fades into the background, and all that matters is the electric connection between their eyes. Rose finds herself unable to look away, drawn to the enigma that this boy represents.
However, Saisha's voice breaks the spell, bringing Rose back to the present.
She introduces the girl beside the mysterious boy as Alexa and a pang of realization strikes Rose. The subtle yet undeniable display of affection between Alexa and the boy extinguishes the flicker of hope that had momentarily ignited within her.
Rose's eyes shift, her gaze now focused on Alexa and the boy as they share an intimate moment, pulling each other close for a kiss. It is a bittersweet sight, a reminder that the boy, with his captivating presence, belongs to someone else.
"Who is Alexa?" Rose furrows her eyebrows, her curiosity piqued. She turns to Saisha, hoping for answers. Saisha, with a knowing smile, leans in and whispers, "Oh, she's the Queenbee of this campus, ruling over everyone with her charm and influence."
Rose's eyes widen, intrigued by the title bestowed upon Alexa. She turns her gaze back to the enigmatic boy, her mind now filled with questions. The way he looks at her, his hunter-like eyes piercing through her soul, sends chills down her spine. She can't help but wonder what secrets lie behind that intense gaze.
Saisha notices Rose's bewilderment and leans closer, her voice hushed. "Blaze Falcon is the basketball coach, and rumor has it that he and Alexa are an item." Her tone carries a hint of both admiration and caution. "Blaze Falcon," Rose whispers to herself, feeling the weight of those words.
Rose's eyes remain fixed on Blaze, her mind racing with thoughts. His name alone holds an air of mystery, conjuring images of a fierce and untamed spirit. The way he looks at her makes her want to both runaway and delve deeper into his enigmatic world.
Saisha, sensing Rose's inner conflict, gently places a hand on her arm. "Be careful," she warns, her voice filled with concern. "Blaze Falcon may be alluring, but there's something about him that sends shivers down your spine. Sometimes it's best to keep your distance."
Rose nods, absorbing Saisha's words of caution. Deep down, she knows the truth in them. The allure of Blaze Falcon's gaze carries with it a sense of danger, a flame that could consume her if she gets too close. Yet, the desire to uncover the enigma that surrounds him pulls at her, urging her to step further into the unknown.
Saisha and Rose find themselves seated together as the class begins, and the professor enters the room. Across the classroom, Alexa sits with her squad, engrossed in their own chatter and laughter. However, when the professor requests them to refrain from interrupting the class, Alexa boldly speaks up, her voice carrying an air of confidence. "Sir, we already listened to this lecture last week."
The professor, taken aback by Alexa's interruption, pauses for a moment before addressing the class. "Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me," he says, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. "I almost forgot to mention that we have a new student joining us today. Her name is Rose White, and she might find this lecture particularly interesting."
As the professor's words echo through the room, Alexa's attention is drawn to Rose. Her eyes scan over her, a mixture of curiosity and disdain evident in her gaze. It's as though Alexa views Rose as an inconsequential presence, beneath her notice.
As Rose and Alexa lock eyes, a brief moment of tension passes between them. However, before the silence can linger, the professor's voice cuts through the air, directing a question toward Alexa. "Since you seem to be well-versed in this lecture, why don't you provide us with the answer?"
Alexa's confident facade falters for a moment, her expression shifting to one of surprise and discomfort. The weight of the professor's challenge hangs heavy in the room, and all eyes turn to Alexa, awaiting her response.
Time seems to slow as Alexa hesitates, her mind likely grappling with the realization that her previous statement may have been premature. However, just as the silence threatens to stretch on, Rose's voice breaks through the stillness.
With unwavering confidence, Rose offers an immediate answer, surprising everyone in the classroom, including Alexa herself. The astonishment that ripples through the students is palpable, as they witness Rose's astute understanding of the subject matter.
Alexa's initial sense of shame now transforms into a deep-seated desire for revenge. Her narrowed eyes fixate on Rose, harboring a growing animosity within her. As the class finally comes to an end, Saisha and Rose begin to gather their belongings, preparing to exit the room. However, their departure is abruptly halted by the presence of the queen bee herself.
"Saisha, you go," Alexa commands, her gaze still fixed on Rose.
Saisha hesitates but eventually obeys, leaving Rose alone to face Alexa's impending confrontation. Alexa's smile takes on a sinister quality as she utters Rose's name, her words dripping with a veiled threat. "Rose White, is it?"
Rose tightly clutches her bag, feeling a mix of confusion and apprehension. She nods in acknowledgment, unsure of what to expect from Alexa's ominous warning. Alexa's voice carries a certain air of authority as she continues, "I hate to tell you, but no one dares to cross my way."
Puckering her eyebrows in confusion, Rose musters the courage to ask, "What does that mean?" Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her uneasiness. Alexa nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders, an enigmatic smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Figure it out," she says cryptically before walking away, her squad trailing closely behind her.
Left alone in the wake of Alexa's departure, Rose is left to grapple with a whirlwind of emotions. Confusion lingers in the air as she tries to decipher the hidden meaning behind Alexa's words. The weight of the encounter settles upon her, leaving her feeling uncertain and vulnerable.
As Rose stands there, contemplating the enigma that is Alexa, she knows that navigating the intricate social dynamics of Westmount High will not be an easy task. The encounter serves as a stark reminder that Alexa's influence casts a shadow over the school, and Rose must find her own path amidst the challenges that lie ahead.
As Rose steps into the dimly lit restroom, a chilling atmosphere surrounds her. The flickering light above casts eerie shadows, adding to the unsettling ambiance. Her heart flutters nervously in her chest as she cautiously approaches the sink section, determined to carry on with her task despite the spooky vibes.
As she turns on the water tap, her gaze instinctively shifts to the mirror, expecting to see her reflection. However, a sudden presence behind her startles Rose, causing her to swiftly turn around, only to find an empty space devoid of any figures. Confusion and a lingering feeling of unease wash over her as she wonders if her senses are playing tricks on her.
The flickering lights persist, intermittently plunging the restroom into darkness before reappearing, allowing Rose fleeting glimpses of her surroundings. Each time the darkness enshrouds the room, her heart sinks deeper, and the uncertainty intensifies.
She can't shake the feeling of being watched, amplifying the rapid beating of her own heart.
Taking hesitant steps toward the restroom's exit, Rose feels a mix of trepidation and determination. The rhythmic thumping in her chest becomes a constant reminder of her own vulnerability in this unsettling situation. The flickering lights, the mysterious presence, and the palpable tension all contribute to an atmosphere that tests her courage and resilience.
With every stride, Rose musters her inner strength, determined to push past her fear and navigate through the uncertainty.
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
Approaching her with purposeful strides, he keeps his gaze fixed on her as he reaches out and snatches the knife from the man's hand with a swift motion. The weapon clatters to the floor, momentarily forgotten. The man stands there, stunned and bewildered, as he demands, "Who the fuck are you?"The newcomer, unfazed by the man's aggression, raises an eyebrow, his expression cool and collected. His focus remains on Rose as he answers in a calm yet assertive tone, "That's not important right now. What matters is that you release her and leave." There is an undeniable air of authority in his voice, commanding respect and attention.The man's surprise quickly turns into a mixture of anger and defiance. He takes a step forward, his face contorted with rage, ready to confront this unexpected challenger. But before he can make a move, the atmosphere becomes charged with tension, a standoff between two forces, uncertain of the outcome.“Dexter -” As Rose silently utters the name, her recogni
Rose's anxiety intensifies as the darkness envelops her, and the eerie sounds seem to grow louder, sending shivers down her spine. She can feel her heart racing, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. Panic threatens to consume her, but she knows she must try to remain calm.Summoning her inner strength, Rose takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly and exhaling steadily. She repeats this breathing exercise, focusing on regulating her breath and calming her racing heart. With each breath, she feels a bit more centered, her mind clearing from the fog of fear.As she continues walking down the road, she senses a presence lurking in the shadows, an unseen force that sends a chill down her spine. To her left lies a dense forest, its darkness seeming to whisper secrets of its own. The creature's noises surround her, creating an atmosphere of mystery and foreboding.Rose quickens her pace, her instincts urging her to move away from the unsettling presence. Out of the corner of her eye, she c
Rose's heart pounds as she walks back home and witnesses her aunt sleeping with a man. The sight leaves her feeling unsettled, and she silently retreats to her own room, locking the door behind her. Seeking solace and a moment of respite, she washes her face, hoping to clear her mind.As the cool water splashes against her skin, memories resurface, and her thoughts return to the incident at the locker. She tries to connect the dots, to make sense of the tangled web that surrounds her. The gift of the mysterious phone plays on her mind, its significance becoming increasingly puzzling.Lying on her bed, Rose gazes up at the ceiling, her mind consumed by the need to piece everything together. Thoughts spill out in a whisper, "So if the person who sent me the phone is already aware of me, it means they are also aware of my aunt." The realization hits her like a jolt of electricity, and she gasps, instinctively placing a hand on her chest.Her mind races further, and she surmises, "It also
The revelation hits Blaze like a punch to the gut, the shock and disbelief evident on his face. His grip on Dexter's collar slowly loosens as a mix of emotions floods his mind. The enigmatic connection between Rose and Dexter adds another layer of complexity to the already tangled web of secrets and uncertainties that surround them.Blaze, visibly irritated by Dexter's playful response, takes a couple of steps away from him. He scoffs dismissively, attempting to downplay the significance of their newfound friendship. "You are exaggerating," he retorts, his voice laced with skepticism.Dexter maintains his casual demeanor, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He challenges Blaze with a question, "No, why would I? That's true that we are friends now. Does that bother you?" His words strike a nerve, catching Blaze off guard. He stammers, struggling to form a coherent response, "No, I—" After a brief pause, he gathers his composure and regains his confidence, asserting, "G
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