YES, REVERIE ABOUT ME

    STORM

They are not supposed to be this way. I wasn’t prepared for THEM!

 I look at my almond-shaped sparkling blue eyes framed with thick eyelashes in the rearview mirror. Then I fluff up my hair one more time, the thick tresses falling past my shoulders to the small of my back.

I have always used my looks to gain upper hand, and mark the prey easily. One looks at me and they think I am a damsel in distress wanting to be saved, little do they know that I am the predator, a wolf in sheep’s skin.

My gaze finds itself on the boys in the parking lot several feet away from where I am as they talk, together with the girls in their hands.

Of course, those are their types. The first girl with my first boy is tall and slender, with long, blonde hair that falls in perfect waves down her back. She has bright blue eyes and a sharp, angular jawline. She is impeccably dressed, in designer clothing and accessories, and her sense of style is impeccable. She exudes an air of confidence and superiority, and it's clear that she is the leader of her group. She laughs at something that the boy says, throwing her head back, and her hand on his chest as she leans in to say something to his ear.

My wolf shifts for the first time and I frown, not understanding why I already dislike the Barbie.

The second girl is also tall and slender, with long, dark hair that falls in perfect waves down her back. She has dark brown eyes and a heart-shaped face, and she makes the uniform look somehow look perfect, and yet we are all dressed in the same colors and textures. She is touching the back of the second boy’s head, the act intimate, not liking one bit of it. They look so perfect together, her perfectly next to him, and him all rugged but yet composed next to each other.

The third girl is petite and has a small frame, with short, curly red hair and bright green eyes. In another lifetime, she is the kind of girl I would be friends with if I ever had one. She seems chatty and is chatting off the third one’s ear, by the grimace on his face when she isn’t looking but even I don’t miss the soft look that is on his eyes whenever he looks at her and I feel a twinge of jealousy right then.

 A first for me, which shocks me that I have to look at myself in the mirror. I have never felt like that before, but again, I have never been looked like that ever before. No one has ever cared for me enough to let me chat away even though it might be irritating yet they still loved me anyway.

Love. A thing I only experienced in my early life only for it to be ripped away before I can truly grow with it. That thought alone brings a cold wave down my body and I narrow my eyes at the lot.

That’s all I needed to remember, who they are,

and what they took away from me before I go down this road of feeling sorry for myself. I have no room for that, nor the school drama, let alone a boyfriend. I am here for a job, a hunt.

I am going to treat this just like all the other hunts, only this time, it’s with four grown werewolves, but that’s no different. I will take them out one by one, but that’s after I have destroyed them from within.

They will feel what I felt, experience the same pains I did, seeing your loved ones die in front of you and you cannot do anything about it.

With that, I open my car door, take my backpack with me, and head to the administration.

I am the new girl and I am going to have to clear with the office’s front to get fully approved and given my classes. This school is not like any other I have gone to for shorter periods. Here, it’s more luxurious and private, and I have to be here for a while.

This means I have to officiate everything with my fake documents and take my time learning all I need to know about it.

Also, it’s a mixed school, which means it has both humans and werewolves. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, and I am not surprised that they are all studying together, knowing who each other is, and it’s not my first rodeo in a school like this.

At least, this one looks organized and presentable. The first mixed school I ever attended was a public school and to say it was chaotic was an understatement. It was also the best school I have ever gone to. I almost made friends there, but after my hunt was done, I didn’t need to continue with it, I had to move.

I hitch my bag higher on my shoulders as I approach the group that I was looking at earlier, eerily away from my surroundings, my hunting skills very advanced. I have to pass near them as the administration is just beside them.

I push my hair off my face, fluffing it on one side of my face as I walk, and I can’t help but feel gazes on me. Without looking I already know who is looking at me. I have gotten their attention, and the thought alone excites me, as I now feel like the hunt has officially begun.

Without knowing, small smirk dances on my lips and I look up and lock eyes with them and a jolt of rush goes down my spine.

They see me, and they are taking me in like I was them like they are detecting a danger, alluring danger in front of them. I wipe the smirk away and smile sweetly at them, looking away and passing them.

When I round the corner of the building, I exhale heavily and lean on the wall, my heart beating so fast.

What was that? You have never felt like that before! And with the way, they were looking at you like they wanted to eat you alive!?

I need them to have all their attention on me. Another thing I hadn’t seen nor premeditated on was them having girlfriends, or worse, mates. Them having mates is just another roadblock, but not one I cannot deal with; it just makes my work a little bit slower.

I will need to fix that ASAP.