Goldie’s POV Once our bedroom door is closed, Matty drops the binders and grabs my shoulders. “Who the hell are you, Maria Sofia Harper?” “What are you talking about?” I asked him. I didn’t understand what he was asking. “You look so sweet and innocent. But when Broady went for you. You became a different person. Someone I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. Or someone I want by my side if I walk down a dark alley,” he says, laughing. “Ah. Matty. There are parts of my life that are not great. It has caused me to train harder than I should. But I wholeheartedly plan on being the best Beta I can be.” He pulls me in for a hug. It’s nice to be held. “I’m sorry for your situation. I still can’t believe you’re a trained fighter. You look so sweet and innocent.” I snicker, and I push myself out of Matty’s arms. I looked at him and gave him a sweet smile. “What’s that saying? Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. No one sees it coming.” I told him. “Well,
Matty’s POVI sat bolt upright as a voice screamed a singular word. “Run.” I thought we were under attack. It’s so dark that I take a few seconds to figure out where I am. Then I relaxed a little. I switched on the lamp, needing to know what Goldie’s problem was!Goldie was fighting the blankets and shouting in her sleep. Was this what she was saying about not sleeping well? Leaning over, I shook her, trying to wake her up. This causes her to thrash about even more “Run.” she cries out again. This time, she hit herself in the face. Worrying about her safety, I placed myself above Goldie, restraining her arms. Making sure she doesn’t harm herself further or fall off the bed. Then she sobs. Causing me to panic as I may have hurt her. My heart breaks at the thought of hurting my friend.Thankfully, she woke up, and the tears stopped. “You awake now?” I asked her. Thanking the goddess, I didn’t have to watch Goldie being distressed any longer. I quickly got off her, as I had intruded on h
Goldie’s POV A knock on the door woke me up. Half asleep, I fell over Matty’s foot on my way to the door. I bet that woke him up. Once I get to my feet, I rush to open the door. It’s Mrs. Woodhouse, with a lot of navy clothing in her arms. “Your uniforms,” she says. “Say what?” Matty asked from behind me. “We had to guess your size, Miss. Harper. If they don’t fit, you can exchange them.” She informs me as she hands the bundle of clothing over to me. “You will have shoes and sneakers by the end of the day.” Matty and I look at each other in disbelief. “Uniforms, seriously?” Matty asks Mrs. Woodhouse. “When Principal Andrews started here, he introduced them. As everyone is wearing the same thing. There’s no longer competition when it comes to clothing. The focus should be on your education, not your trendy outfits. You will also receive a training kit at the beginning of your first session.” She says I snicker at the thought of every st
Goldie’s POV Both me and Matty rushed to the training field, quickly getting changed into whatever they had available. I found myself wearing an oversized vest and snug-fitting shorts. But the clothes didn’t matter. What mattered the most to me was having a pair of sneakers that fit. That was the most crucial part of any training session. We were standing in front of Coach Carter with seconds to spare before his class began. He blew a whistle, signaling the commencement of his class. A couple of girls casually walked up and joined the line we were standing in. “If you can’t be bothered to turn up on time. Don’t turn up at all. Point deduction for tardiness. Now get the hell off my training field.” He shouted at them. “But it’s a double lesson. We’ll lose double points,” one girl protests. Coach Carter just glared at her. “If you can’t be bothered to turn up on time. Don’t turn up at all. Take your whiny complaint, with your whiny attitude somewhere else, and tell someone
Goldie’s POV “On your marks,” Coach Carter yells. “Get set.” He calls as he raises a whistle to his mouth and blows it. I sprinted to the first obstacle, beating Matty. It was a zig-zagged balance beam. With my size 6 feet, I maneuver around it with precision. I can’t help but notice the incline on my way around. At the end, I jump and grab hold of a rope that swings me to another rope swing. I slid down a bit so that when I let go on the second swing, I flew that bit further onto the grassy edge. Next obstacle. I drop and crawl beneath a net. I am so slim it’s easy to get through this obstacle. Getting to my feet, I saw a wooden wall in front of me. This might have been a challenge if I hadn’t spent years climbing a wonky ladder. I can see where the wood is protruding and I plan my path. I dig my fingernails into the smallest of cracks and climb. At one point, I allow myself a glance at where the others are. The nets are moving, so I assume they are in there somewhere
Principal Andrews POV “Mrs. Woodhouse, please go through every student’s file and check each application personally. Making sure every future student is on the calendar. I can’t run this school efficiently if mistakes like this happen.” I said politely to my PA. But inside, I felt annoyed. Disgusted that Principal Blundell and his administration ran this place so badly, and made such a mistake. Miss. Harper deserves a place here. But there was no place allocated for her When I became principal here, everyone graduated, no matter how much effort they put in. Or how little they knew. Beta’s need training, they need to be knowledgeable and efficient. They are second in command of a pack; they have as much responsibility as the Alpha whom they work alongside. All the while knowing that they are not the Alpha. I have one year to ensure each student receives the basic skills required to be a Beta. That’s why I introduced the pass/fail points system. I am not signin
Matty’s POV “It’s only for a week, Matty,” Goldie says, handing me a leaflet that had been placed on all the tables in the dining room. I took it from her to read it for myself. ‘An opportunity has arisen for students to earn extra points. Additional border patrol places are available for the upcoming week. Speak to Mrs. Woodhouse to sign up.’ After we finished our meal, we headed towards Mrs. Woodhouse’s desk. If we don’t know where anything else is in this school, we know where Mrs. Woodhouse’s desk is. Right outside of Principal Andrews office. “These are the time slots available. Make sure you don’t miss any classes, though.” She says, handing me the board. We stand at Mrs. Woodhouse’s desk, checking out the slots that are up for grabs. There aren’t many left, as others must have gotten there before us. Between us, we selected 6 slots a day for the next week. “Easy points,” I told Goldie. “Easy points.” She responded in agreement. Those points will more than get
Asher’s POV “Torture bloody torture. That’s what this is!” I shouted. As I climbed off my bed, “I’m going out,” I snapped at my brothers. I know it’s not right to be angry at them, but I am so upset. I know they are too, which is why we have been arguing so much lately. I found myself in front of a wall. I must have walked here without even thinking. I looked over my shoulder and didn’t see anybody. Cooper is demanding I scour the kingdom to find Maria, but we tried that, and it didn’t work. I’m frustrated. I’m desperate. She’s out there somewhere, and I’m trapped here behind this dammed wall. Then, in anger, I clenched my fists and started punching the pieces of brick as if it were my worst enemy. As if the wall is the only thing stopping me from tracking her down and making her ours. I only stop when I hear something in my hand crunch. I sat against the wall I had just been using as a punching bag and rested my head on my arms. I feel the pain in my hands and can smel