THE HUNGER GAMES

ARI

I don’t have any other class with the devil’s incarnate which is a relief. I don’t see him either and that should come as a relief, but simply because I can’t see him doesn’t mean what he can’t do his minions can’t too.

I get tripped as I leave classes, I find garbage in my locker and I stand through all the classes.

Not a single time does a teacher blink or even ask why I am standing instead of sitting. I tried sitting in the last class I had today but then a guy stood up and broke it.

He then told me I could sit down.

I am on my last thread. I feel like crying but I won’t. I am hungry, knowing that what happened during lunch will happen again at dinner time.

I took a plate and went to serve myself at the huge cafeteria that could have been a five-star hotel. But then the servers all closed the buffets and ignored me.

It didn’t matter whether I asked them to open or even ask them why they were denying me food. It was like talking to deaf people.

But once I walked away, they were friendly and even talking to the students they were serving. I broke a little.

“I need to leave the school,” I am being held at the gate, even as I watch other students getting out and in as they liked with their luxurious cars.

But for some reason, I can’t be allowed to get out.

“I told you, you need a letter to show me why you are leaving and when you will be back.”

That’s bullshit because not once has he blinked when the rest are leaving.

“How do I get the letter?”

“I don’t know, you can ask around and maybe you will get the help you need.”

I hate my life. “I need to go out, if I don’t, I might die in here of hunger. Do you understand?” I beg him, feeling at the brink of tears.

“I can’t help you if you don’t have the letter,” he looks at me like he can’t see how desperate I am.

Just then, a black car, sporty and hard to miss with how sexy it looks rolls in at the school gates. The guard salutes the driver and I look inside the rolled-down window.

The cause of my suffering.

I wish I could incinerate him in his car at this moment. He is the reason I can’t eat or even get out to eat yet he is just driving around like he has no care in the world.

We lock eyes for a second before he rolls up the window, deeming me unfit to even look at him. I have never hated anyone more than I hate this one. I want to crush him with my boots. I want to kill him.

I don’t care if he is my mate. He rejected me and being hungry doesn’t make any feelings I might have for him due to its softness. All I know is that he is doing this to me and I am sure he is determined to see me die.

You know what? Fuck all of this.

I am done playing this game. It’s been two days and I am at the end of the line.

I walk towards the forest line, dusk setting behind the tall trees. It’s not prohibited. It’s a campus full of raging hormonal werewolves and we are all growing. We need to hunt and shift, play, and do all kinds of stuff werewolves do.

I am not shifting. I can’t even if I wanted to. My wolf abandoned me after the first traumatic event in my life. It took care of me and when I was okay, it retracted. Because we had to live in the city, my mother made sure to give me some sort of medicine to keep me from shifting.

I have had to hide my wolf for a long time to avoid being blown cover. Why? Because I'm a white wolf. White wolves are rare and coveted. It is something with our blood and our strength. It is also the main reason why our pack was massacred.

We were not looking for trouble but we were killed minding our own.

To prevent any further damage, I had to hide this part of me, and it has killed me every single day. I am very strong when I am in wolf form. Above the normal werewolf. Faster, more ferocious, and even bloodthirsty.

But without it, I am a weakling waiting to be slaughtered. I have been busy running and hiding then when my mother got mated to Mr. Parkers, I had to escape this life as I finally mourned my family.

I have not had a single time to try to figure out how I can protect myself. I don’t know how I can build a thicker skin to face these vultures =circling me.

It’s stupid going in the forest right now, not when I know that Olivia, the devil’s girlfriend is waiting for a chance to kill me. I wouldn’t be surprised. After all, if a she-wolf is being threatened, they attack first and ask questions later.

I doubt anyone would come and save me if they heard me screaming.

But I am hungry so I will not let that deter me from eating something. Anything.

I used to hunt when I was little. It started with little rabbits and then progressed to larger animals. So when I see a small bunny, I put away my empathy and make it dinner.

I collect firewood and light it up. These are all innate skills I have learned since I was small. Back home, there was barely anything modern. We were cut from this new world but it was the most peaceful. It doesn’t mean that we were total cavemen.

We had our technology and modern things.

I roast the little rabbit and start eating it. If I had my wolf, eating it raw wouldn’t be a problem. But I am fully human so that’s an option I would rather not take.

I am starving, so I quickly finish off the rabbit with a few bites. After hunting for another three, I roast them and eat just as quickly. I don’t know when I will be able to eat again so I eat to my maximum.

Food has become such a luxury that taste and the selection of it, is not a thing I can afford.

By the time I get back to campus, it's dark.

I haven’t been able to tour this whole academy so I take advantage of the fact that it’s dark and with fewer people mingling outside and take my tour.

It’s a huge school but despite the occupants, it’s very beautiful. There is lush green grass covering every surface save for the well-manicured pavements. The feel of being in the forest is brought into the campus making it feel magical and very homey for a werewolf.

Werewolves love the earth, being grounded, and nature.

My walk is cut short when I feel a painful twinge in my chest. The devil must be doing something.

I start walking in the direction the bond is urging me to and I come to a halt when I reach the parking lot. I don’t round the corner, looking around before I see his car and two figures seated inside it.

I jerk back, hiding myself before he sees me. My heartbeat is erratic, so I have to take a few slow breaths to calm down. Once I am calm, I peer again and there they are.

Olivia and Zade.

Making out.

That explains why I feel like puking and crying.

I must be a masochist because I can’t look away. Olivia gets on his lap and Zade lets her, as they kiss, making the low car rock a little bit.

It should come with a manual that when you get a mate and they reject you, everything they do will become personal. It will hurt so much that you will wish you were dead.

My vision gets blurry as I continue watching them making out until I can’t take it anymore and I press my back on the wall, wiping my tears away.

What should I do to stop this reaction?