New story idea. Spin off.

So, I was thinking if I should write a spinoff about one of the trio's kids. But to do that, I needed to come up with their names, how many kids they have, and a bunch of other stuff.

I can't write an ending and then change some of the story for the sequel.

So I decided to write two chapters, just to see if it could work.

This isn't set in stone, and it kind of depends on your comments if this becomes canon. If it does, I'll use what I've written in these chapters as a basis for the end.

So if you would rather not read any potential spoilers, you can skip these chapters.

The story would be called "Hunting My Bully" Or something along those lines.

Chapter 1: Vermin.

Kiana’s pov

“There she is….I told you you don't belong here.” Torin growled. His eyes locked with mine and in them was pure hatred. “Vermin, you can run, but I’ll find you…”

Honestly, I thought my time at Ardale would be different. My siblings all went here and had a great time. As a matter of fact, two of my brothers still attend Ardale Academy.

This used to be a high school for those of alpha, beta, or Luna lineage. However, it is now also a college.

Of course, if you find your mate at eighteen and would rather stay home, there are other places you can go to study. But Ardale is considered the best in the country.

It’s where my parents fell in love. All three of them.

“Vermin….” He growled from a distance.

Hide, Kiana. I told myself. Hide!

I haven’t been here long, but long enough to realize being small isn’t necessarily a bad thing here. It means I can sneak around, hide, and become invisible when I need to.

Unfortunately, Toren always seems to be able to find me.

Shit, shit, shit! Like now!

His hands extended to claws as he grabbed my ankle and pulled me from my hiding spot.

“O, Vermin, don’t you know there is no point in running from me?” His blue eyes stared daggers at me.

“Don’t you have class?” I asked.

He began to walk, still dragging me along.

“I’ve told you, you belong with the trash, Vermin.”

“It’s Verma! My name is Kiana Verma,” I tried saying for the thousandth time. I had given up trying to fight back. It only made it worse when I fought back, and I could never win against my bully. I had learned that the hard way.

He dragged me through the hallway, his nails slicing into my jeans and skin. When he reached the door, he let me go, and I tried to get away, but before I had even moved an inch, he had picked me up and thrown me out the door.

I landed on my ass hard and scraped my hands, but it could be worse. There were plenty of times when Torin or his friend had hurt me much worse than this.

Soon I would get my wolf, and she’d help me. I was sure of it. Until then, I just had to lay low.

“Kia, not again?” My best friend and roommate, Mila, walked in. We’re practically sisters. We grew up together because she’s Beta Suzie’s daughter.

“It’s fine.”

She shook her head as she helped me up and dusted off my skirt. “It’s not, though. Is it? You should tell your dads.”

It would only cause issues. My dad, Alpha Raiden, is kind of a hothead. Like kill a person for looking at you funny, hothead. And then there’s my biological father, Zev. To make things less complicated, my parents decided we’d call Raiden Dad and Zev Abba.

Abba is Indian for dad. They decided all of us would be raised by all three of them and they would love us all the same.

I unfortunely don’t look anything like most of my siblings. Especially the oldest twins. Kai and Ezra look so much like Dad. And Ruan is like the perfect mix of Abba and Mom.

I, however, look like a female version of Abba.

Dad sometimes jokingly calls me Zevina. Thankfully, he stopped calling me Zevina when he realized how much I hated it.

“I can’t tell them. Dad would kill them, and Abba, well, he’d either bore them to death with facts about my genealogy or join Dad in killing them. Besides, I need to be able to handle this myself. My parents went through far worse than some bullying.”

Mila sighed, “what about your brothers?”

I shook my head, “Kai is already in trouble for fighting, and Ezra, well, he’s busy with his mate right now.”

“Ruan? He’s in some of Torin’s classes, isn’t he? Or I can ask my brother.”

I shook my head again as I wiped the blood from my hands on my jeans. I would heal in a few minutes. The cuts weren’t that deep. “It’s different for Ruan. He’s training to become a gamma; that doesn’t seem to bother Torin as much as me being here.”

I’m in the Luna training program.

At Ardale we all attend the same basic classes, just like any other high school. But there is more focus on training, and there is the option to enroll in special classes. Since I’m the oldest daughter, I was accepted into Luna training.

But since I’m not biologically my dad’s kid, some people have an issue with it. With me.

To tell you everything that happened with my parents would require me to write an entire book, but long story short, Dad and Abba were best friends and fell for the same girl. The girl turned out to be a hunter spy. Yeah…

But… when my dads turned eighteen, they found out my mom was their mate.

It had been years, even decades, since one woman had two partners.

Then Mom turned out to be half a werewolf; they fought, there was a war, blablabla, they marked her, and she got her wolf. And they all had a lot of babies. Like too many, honestly.

I just mentioned my three older brothers, but I didn’t even get to the younger ones yet. Thankfully, they’re not old enough to attend Ardale.

“You’re doing that thing again where you’re narrating, aren’t you?” Mila teased me.

I want to be a writer someday. And a Luna. Or maybe just a writer and skip the whole Luna thing, but I’m not telling my parents yet.

And I think what will make me a great writer is that I tend to have conversations in my head. Little stories about my life. It helps me vent in a way.

When I’m upset with my siblings or I am hurt or embarrassed by what Torin or one of his followers did, I imagine having a conversation or fight with them in my head.

I imagine everything I wish I could say, and then I let it go. Or try to let it go, at least. And it’s excellent practice for when I do get into an argument.

I shrugged, “maybe.”

“You know I’m right here if you need to talk,” Mila said with a look of pity.

She didn’t get it. I could tell her. I’ve tried, but she’s used to my family. To her, the whole situation with two dads isn’t weird.

But to the outside world, it is. And somehow some of the people on the outside have decided that I am less worthy because I’m Abbas's child. Everything they seem to ignore when it comes to my brothers suddenly is a big deal.

Given my mother's heritage, her status as a half-blood, and the fact that Abba only possesses some alpha DNA, I am seen as less.

It doesn’t matter that we’re all called the same last name, Verma Sheperd. People conveniently seem to drop the Shepherd part when they address me. Abba’s last name used to be Kumar, but he wanted to cut all ties to his dad and started using his mother’s last name.

Chandra Verma was my grandmother's name. It’s actually a pretty cool last name, because Verma means shield. My grandma died protecting Abba and Dad when they were kids. So she was a literal shield for them.

I patted Mila on the back, “I know. But this is just the start of today. It can only go up, right?”

Wrong.

So, very, very wrong.

In my optimism, I seem to have forgotten today was the day I had gym class.

While I was able to lay low for most of the day, there was no chance of me hiding during gym. Mostly because I was paired with Torin.

Yup. The universe hates me.

He appeared to be as thrilled about our pairing as I was.

“You better fucking do your best. If I get a lower grade because of you…”

“You’ll throw me away like trash?”

He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him, “no, Vermin. I’ll do so much worse.”

I couldn’t move or look away. It was ridiculous, and I felt like an idiot, just freezing instead of doing or saying anything. I am not the best fighter, but I'm no pushover either. Usually, that is.

“Say, yes, Apha-heir Torin, Vermin. Say you’ll do your best.” He licked his lips before biting down on his lower lip.

He is so tall. Almost as tall as Dad and just a tiny bit taller than Abba. Unfortunately, I am much shorter than most students because my mom cursed me with tiny legs.

I don’t have her pretty blue eyes, or her cute little button nose; no, I got her short and maybe some of her curves.

“Vermin…” Torin flicked his finger against my cheek, snapping me out of my frozen state. “I’m waiting.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll do my best.” I quickly looked away.

“Good girl.” He sat and slapped me on the back a little too hard, and I almost fell forward. Thankfully, I was able to balance myself.

Asshole.

“Today’s exercise is about teamwork. As the leaders of the pack, it’s your responsibility to protect it. With our genes comes added strength, and it’s only right that we use that strength to fight for those who can’t. But a pack is a team, and often you are forced to rely on others during battle.” The teacher started.

I always enjoyed his classes, even if I’m not that athletic. Mr. Bianco has worked here since before my parents went to Ardale.

“We’re taking this class outside. One of you will stay in wolf form, while the other will remain human. There will be various tasks that will either require a wolf’s speed and strength or a human’s agility and precision. You will be timed and graded as a team. You are not able to communicate, so you will be forced to improvise and trust each other.”

The whole class walked outside while I regretted going back into the building. I should have just gone back to my room and stayed there.

If I failed this exercise, Torin would make my life even more miserable.

When we reached the field, Mr. Bianco instructed those who would shift to shift. Since I am not eighteen yet and Torin is, he was the one who would shift.

He stood in front of me, never taking his eyes off me as he began taking off his shirt. I had no clue where to look. I had to admit the guy looked good, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing I thought that. Even though his six pack was quiete impressi.

Then came the shorts. What I didn’t count on was that he took his shorts and underwear off at the same time, and he was now standing in front of me naked as the day he was born.

I swallowed as I stared straight at his crotch.

You can’t blame me for being curious! I secretly hoped he was tiny. Not that there is anything wrong with having a baby carrot in your pants, but still. A girl can be petty.

Unfortunately, it was quite the opposite.

“Are you finished staring? This will probably be the closest you’ll ever be to a dick since I can’t imagine anyone wanting to sleep with vermin like you.” Torin said, and my eyes went wide as I tried to look anywhere but there.

Shit.

Torin shifted into a beautiful big wolf, and I was relieved at least I didn’t have to hear his insults anymore. And yes, I called his wolf beautiful. I mean, all wolves are beautiful, and he has really pretty patterns in his fur, and it’s no big deal, so leave me alone.

He growled softly at me and turned around, motioning me to climb onto his back. He didn’t count on me being so short, though, and I fell down on my first attempt.

I don’t know if wolves can sigh, but it sure sounded like Torin was sighing when he lowered his body to the floor.

It was much easier to climb on now, and I grabbed the scruff of his neck to hold on to. As soon as I did, Torin took off.

I had climbed on Abba’s wolf before and that of Dad too. Mom's wolf is a bit too small to ride. Rishi and Atlas are the sweetest wolves out there. I mean, Atlas is also a bloodthirsty beast when he needs to be. But with their pups, they both are like two cuddly little kitty cats.

Rishi and Atlas are fast wolves, but they knew how to carry someone on their back. They knew how to take corners and jump without letting their passenger fall.

Torin or Torin’s wolf did not. At all.

I fell off his back three times before we reached the first task. By that time my ass was covered in grass and moss, my hands were dirty and scratched up, and I had a few twigs.

Was it on purpose? Maybe.

I’m pretty sure his competitiveness is stronger than his hatred for me, but I could be wrong.