One

No one's POV:

A sudden aura shifts the present atmosphere.

My sense heighten as goosebumps erupt on my skin.

A hand snatches my arms away from a unconscious Susan and tugs me upward with such a force, i almost land on my face.

But nothing goes past the shocks that spread from the firm grip towards my spine.

I look at the source and my face flashes in surprise and equal horror.

Raw. Primal. Masculine.

The power radiating of him is so potent that i fight the urge to gag.

My gaze locks with shiny black leather loafers. I trail them upwards, coming into contact with a crisp black three piece suit- definitely Brioni- not failing to notice how the outfit looks custom made to fit that huge expanse of a chest and bulging arms, but it's the face i see that makes me gasp.

Jet black hair, the same colour as his whole outfit, sit messily on his head. The sharpness of his jawline, the proud look and those slits for eyes.

I stand there with my hand in his grasp as his heavy gaze assesses me.

"Take her away."

Thalia's POV:

"But you can't deny the fun you'll have once you both go to your dream universities!"

Alara exclaims as she jumps on the bed, something she does everytime she's thrilled.

Hera and I share a glance at her tactics.

I'm not opposed to anything she's saying because I'm as exhilarated as she is,but the fear of not getting accepted into the university somehow overpowers the joy.

Alara claims she has no specific institute to go to because according to her all she requires is freedom, but she's all giddy to celebrate with us once we join ours.

Which I hope, we do.

Hera softens her tone,but I can hear the worry underneath.

"But we're not sure if we will be able to Lara. Plus, keep in mind the places we're talking about are generally biased. We have a minimal chance."

Her last point is exactly why we're worried.

In a world where werewolves are considered higher in hierarchy, they tend to choose their kind first for everything. It's something we all have known since our birth. It angers me to no end, for our people lose our rights simply because they're considered different.

However, this isn't something we can announce to the world.

There was a time when the wolves treated humans so brutally, tearing them for even trying to communicate . Their ruthless demeanor knew no bounds, capturing humans and putting them in shackles, treating them like slaves and even murdering them for fun, considering them as play toys and a past time.

Now times had changed, but one could still see those events etched into the wrinkles of the elders and in those books which were mandatory for us to learn.

It felt as if they needed us to know that even if they had ceased those acts, they still could treat us anyway they wanted, letting us feel their power through those words printed in black inks.

Alara rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"I hate those beasts. You guys deserve to go wherever you both want to."

Always the hater,that's what my girl is. But I can't deny that I agree with her.

Yes,times had changed and I'm grateful for that,but it doesn't make me loathe them any less.

I had always kept academics my top priority, learning the best of the best, simply to go where I please. I couldn't let those beasts hinder that.

Shaking those thoughts away for now,I turn towards my friends who seem to be in an conversation about werewolves.

"Okay. " I stop them before things escalate.

"Now,what's for dinner?"

"PIZZA!" Hera announces, grabbing her phone to make the call.

Food was her life and I mean literally.

It was the escape of all her problems, the sole reason for her to continue with life.

"And you guys too." She had added when we had given her the stink eye.

Fifteen minutes later we've settled infront of the tv, tucked in blankets with snacks filling our laps and the pizzas laid open on the table.

Today was one of our usual sleepover nights, a tradition we had created when we had started grade 11.

Every weekend we came to each other's houses turn by turn and found comfort in the bed, movies and ofcourse,eachother.

Our grandparents considered this act a luxury, since their eyes had seen worse and their bodies had once been used to sleep and shiver in the cold,harsh winters with nothing to warm them.

No matter the change, their childhood trauma had never left them,still caged within their minds, always following them like silhouettes.

They constantly reminded us of staying within ourselves, mingling with only a few incase of spies.

Though I understood their concerns, it teared me apart seeing them act so fragile, because the truth was far from it. They had survived the worse times where they had to witness the mass massacres of their loved ones and had to flee their homes in search for safety.

No one could compete with that.

"He's gonna die."

Lara disturbs my thoughts and Hera's attention on the movie as she reveals the plot.

Hera groans and throws a pillow at her,which smacks her on the face.

"Shut up!"

"I thought we agreed to stop watching the movies we chose,beforehand?"

I question Lara who stops glaring at Hera at my question.

She gives my a sly grin.

"Who says I watched it? I just might've accidentally clicked on a page that had a story similar to this one."

She gives a small shrug as I roll my eyes.

Hera mumbles something incoherent and then hisses at her to stop ruining the plot.

"Fine! But only if I get the last slice of pizza."

Alara says mischievously.

"Never!" Hera defends the slice as if her life depends on it.

"Alright then. Ethan will try to- mph"

I quickly snatch the slice from Hera and shove it into her mouth.

"Don't you dare."

I shut her up, squinting my eyes in process.

Hera pouts while Lara starts taking large bites,teasing us while she's at it.

"That was mine."

Hera states defensively and I raise my eyebrows.

"Mhm. And so is the pizza you've hidden in the kitchen." I whisper.

Hera's face quickly morphs into a secretive smile before she sits back like a good girl.

"What?" Alara questions as she notices the change. "What did you both do?"

"Nothing. You enjoy your slice and sit back quiet like you told you would."

I reply as Hera tries to stifle a snicker.

I wake up in annoyance, trying to sheild the sunrays as they peak through the window.

Stifling a yawn, I assess the room, realizing the three of us had slept while in-between our movie marathon.

The tv plays credits and the room is a mess, all thanks to the pillow fight we had. Alara is snoring on the floor like a starfish, her blanket laying forgotten on her right. On the sofa is Hera, who probably tucked herself before diving into her slumber.

I get up and force out another yawn, stretching myself.

I enter the bathroom to start my morning routine,then proceed to fill a glass with water that I throw at their faces.

Screeches and curses follow my act and I stifle a laugh as two idiots glare back at me.

It was another of our traditions. The one who wakes up first gets the luxury to wake up the others however they please.

Suffice to say, I know how a baby's wail and ice in the shirt feels, right when one wakes up.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauties. Get your asses up, we're late for our first lecture."

It's a lie ofcourse, but it makes Hera get up and run to the bathroom while yelling an " I hate you", whereas alara gives me an "are you real" look as she drags herself up as well.

Deciding to make today's breakfast to balance out my evil deed, I end up cooking pancakes.

They aren't exactly as fluffy as I like, but they're appetizing nonetheless.

Cooking and baking is Hera's field of expertise, but I do a good enough job myself. Alara however, should never be allowed to go into a kitchen alone.

"Yum."

The devil makes her appearance and sits on the shelf,as she picks up and starts to devour her plate.

Hera follows her lead seconds later but decides to sit on a chair.

After earning some praises and them swelling my already egoistical heart, the three of us take turns to apply each other's eyeliner.

We dress in baggy jeans and sweaters, pairing them with converse sneakers.

As I put on a cap, Hera throws my car keys towards Lara,who catches them swiftly.

My mustang is sleek black and I hold it extremely dear to my heart. Not only is it a gift for my outstanding academic achievements but also an evidence to the fact I made my parents proud.

It is also something that Hera and Alara are fond of, taking turns to drive it at every opportunity available.

"Turn on the radio." Hera says as soon as she enters the backseat.

I'm usually always the passenger princess but I can sit wherever as long as the other two don't mind.

I put on Hera's favorite classic and she starts to sync with the tune a second later.

Our college has some months left before it ends and although I have to focus on my subjects, I plan to have all the fun I can.

Our way is easy to navigate, for the human cities are like clusters around the world, with towns created in a careful pattern.

Either you're too close or too far away,there's no in between.

Our college is where everyone of my age studies no matter their financial state ,and every town has its own institute available.

It's rare to see kids from other towns, so college life is pretty much the same as roaming around your own town.

Our city, Machin, is a formation of ten towns joint together and it's rumoured there are borders around it that seperate it from the wolf roaming territories.

They must've done it because they don't like mingling among us,but it's a source of peace to be away of prying eyes.

Although I'm pretty sure we have their spies among us, I have never met a werewolf in my life.

They are rumoured to be all muscles and extremely beautiful. Two traits from which you can differentiate them.

They also have this unwavering loyalty to those higher in hierarchy to them.

These include the Gammas, Betas and the Alphas, but above them all, lies the Alpha King.