Chapter 2

Melody’s POV

I woke up to the oh so lovely sound of my beeping alarm clock. It sounds like a dying whale, specifically a dying whale that is dying a very slow and painful death.

“Ugh.” I grit out as I roll over, covering my face with one of my pillows, hoping to block out the sound for a little longer.

The one of the pure joys of having to attend school, waking up at the crack of dawn, unreasonable, I know. I quickly press the stop button on the alarm on my iPhone. Ah, silence at last, alarms are such an annoying sound to hear so early in the morning, it’s more than enough to make someone miserable. I then throw my duvet over my head as an extra precaution and dozed off again in an attempt to get in a few extra minutes before my brothers send me off to my deat-high school. A couple of seconds later or maybe it was minutes later, I honestly don’t know, I heard Mason shout from somewhere downstairs.

“Mel, get up, you don’t wanna be late for the first day of senior year. Especially since you’re the new girl.”

I let out an over exaggerated sigh and reply with a simple fine. It’s not like I can win an argument against my brothers on why I shouldn’t go to school, I say that from experience. Been there done that, I failed colossally on multiple occasions might I add. I lazily rubbed my sleepy eyes before checking the clock on the wall opposite from me only to see it was 7:00am. I have a whole 1 hour and 30 minutes before school starts. That’s a lot of time, I mean I need less than 30 minutes to throw together a decent outfit, get done and have breakfast. So theoretically I could close my eyes for an extra 30 minutes. That was all the convincing I needed to start dozing off.

“Don’t even think about closing your eyes to get some more sleep young lady.” Yells Mason from downstairs. I swear sometimes it feels as though they are psychic. Or maybe it’s because they know me so well, maybe I’ve become boringly predictable. That’s a problem, me being predictable.

“Ugh. I wasn’t sleeping, I was simply resting my eyes.” I mutter back while rolling my eyes.

I quickly make my way out of my very comfortable bed and run into the bathroom. All my hopes of getting some extra shut eye have absolutely died. Luckily I have my own ensuite so I don’t need to leave the confines of my own personal space just yet. I take a quick shower then run into my walk-in closet with my towel wrapped tightly around me. I guess I was in such a hurry that I kind of forgot to take some clothing with me to the bathroom. I put together an outfit before adding some makeup, just so that I look a little less dead. I mean I did get very little sleep last night, it’s most definitely my own fault but that’s really not the point. The point is that I got very little beauty sleep last night.

My outfit for my first day of senior year was nothing special, just a basic tee and a pair of jeans. A simple outfit, one that seemed to fit my very unbothered mood. The only jewelry item I had decided to add was a necklace, which was a plain chain with two rings on it. The rings used to belong to my parents, it was their wedding rings. I wear it all the time because it makes me feel like they are always with me, but it’s also a reminder to be careful and to never forget who I am. Shaking my head to get rid of the many depressing thoughts that started plaguing it I grab my school bag and sling it over my shoulder and start making my way downstairs, it’s about 8.10am now. I have 20 minutes to get to school, not bad, I guess I took a lot longer to get done than I would have thought. I head straight to the kitchen to find it full of my family, my big brothers and older cousins.

They say “Good morning ” in unison with very chirpy voices. I roll my eyes. Why are they all so chirpy? It’s too early. Morning people. Either they’re morning people or they just managed to get sufficient sleep so that they can function as complete people.

I simply give them the look that says. “Really,” which makes them laugh. Jerks, enjoying my pain. They all know that I am the furthest thing from a morning person. I grab an apple and a breakfast bar and instead of joining them at the kitchen counter for breakfast I walk past all of them and head over to the garage. I made sure to say bye to my brothers and cousins before I left the kitchen, I greeted all of them with a kiss on the cheek. Once I enter the garage I make my way towards one of our less flashy cars.

It’s a car that will blend in with everyone else a lot easier, but considering that I am going to a private school I expect to see quite a bit of flashy cars. But I was hoping to blend in a little bit, hopefully I made a decent choice and go unnoticed at school. I prefer to blend in at school and make a noise on stage. I’m not particularly interested in making the schools top tier of hierarchy, I just go to school because I apparently need a good education, not to be popular or to stick out. It’s just a place I have no choice but to go to to pass time.

I get into my black BMW and speed off of our property. Racing off to the vilest form of torture, high school. Normally the drive to school should be around 15 minutes but with my awesome driving skills I cut that time in half. Maybe it’s not driving skills and just me speeding, which definitely gets me in trouble from time to time, but I’ll never admit that to my big brothers. I’d rather blame my incredible driving skills on Xander, yip definitely inherited it from Xander.

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I arrive at school and quickly found my way to the front office to get my class schedule and locker number. The normal boring stuff. On my way to my locker guys were giving me lustful looks whereas a couple of girls simply glared at me. Their expressions caused me to flip my hair and hold my head up higher as I strutted over to my locker. When I finally found my locker I was surprised to see my best friend, Chris, leaning against it. He smiles when he sees me heading in his direction, a genuine smile. Which is quite refreshing since I have only received fake ones from the people at this hell hole. Oh excuse me, I mean from this school. Not that I could possibly find many differences between the two, hell and school are a fantastic comparison.

When I reach him he instantly hugs me and I hug him back of course. I mean he is my best friend. We’ve been friends since diaper days. His mom and mine were best friends growing up, and his mom is like my second mom. After our hug he puts his hand out in front of me while raising a single eyebrow, silently asking me for my class schedule. I roll my eyes at him but hand it over. His eyes scan over both his and mine before chuckling. Which causes me to give him a confused look.

Then he says “Great! I don’t need to make any new friends becos you’re in all my classes.”

I smile up at him, thankful for the fact that there will be at least one familiar face in all of my classes.We link our arms and try to find our first class. Which quickly proves to be quite the difficult task. We got lost very quickly, it’s actually quite pathetic. Haha anyway. Let my last year of hell finally begin. Ugh. At least I have Chris though, I guess that makes it slightly better.

Not only were Chris’s mom and mine best friends but they were like sisters, they both grew up in the same pack, both were only children so they were lucky to have each other. They both left their birth packs when they found their mates in our pack, mom was mated to the Alpha and Aunt Mia was mated to the head Warrior. Which meant they were almost always together. Neither of my brothers are the same age as Chris’s older brother but they obviously work together and had to train for the Alpha, Beta and Head Warrior positions respectively. Our moms were over the moon when they found out they were pregnant with us at the same time. Considering we grew up together joined at the hip my brothers are more than happy to leave me in Chris’s company any day. They know he’ll protect me, just like they would. It’s why they secretly appointed him my first body guard when I turned 16. Knowing where I go Chris will go and keep me out of unnecessary trouble and danger. Unfortunately I found out about him being my bodyguard and we all had a massive fight, yet again it’s one I lost, unfortunately for me my brothers made a couple of very good points.

The private school Chris and I are attending is a school for werewolves only. I think Ash said something about three or five packs attending this school, ours now included after we relocated. It might have been a good idea to have listened to Ashton’s lecture about the school and the packs that go here, that might have been some very useful information. Anyways. It’s not like it makes much of a difference now. I do remember Ash saying that the school was located on shared pack land, I’m not entirely sure how that falls into the divide between the territories but that’s not exactly my concern. The shared pack lands allow for interaction and socialisation between the packs, which apparently strengthen the existing treaties we all share. It allows for teenagers to socialise outside of their birth packs and it allows wolves who have come of age to find their mate easier, rather than them having to travel and ask Alpha’s for permission to enter their territories.

My brothers have made it perfectly clear that they prefer that I attend a school solely for werewolves, because then it’s easier to be ourselves and we’re more protected. Here or at schools just for werewolves it isn’t necessary for us to hide our strength or speed because everyone here is a werewolf. The only exceptions are the very few humans who are born into wolf families, but they are aware of our existence and keep our secrets.

After what feels like forever searching for our first class the bell rings signaling that the first period will begin shortly. Which makes me sigh, it’s time to head into the first level of hell, my first subject for the year, advanced math. Just looking at it on my schedule makes me question my sanity. I don’t even remember why I do advanced math, wait…nope I’m lying. I do know why I take it, because Ashton suggested I actually challenge myself with something difficult because I was sailing through ordinary math without a single problem. He was convinced I would ace the subject like he did when he took it, he was so smug about it too, talking about how great he was at advanced math.

At times like that I’ve questioned whether he is really our eldest sibling, because there are times when I do wonder if he is older than I am or if it could possibly be the other way around.

But, back to the hell hole that is school, Chris and I are still struggling to find this stupid class. Both of us have gone silent after we attempted to start looking, keeping an eye out for the class we’re meant to be in. I think at this point both of us are just hoping the classroom will jump out at us or that someone will take pity on our two unfortunate wandering souls and direct us in the right direction.

I hope this school day ends as soon as it starts, I’m already ready for the day to be over. It feels like it’s been dragging on for forever and a day already.

According to Chris it is very clear that I may be just a little dramatic, it’s actually something he’s always complaining about-me being dramatic.

I shake my head in an attempt to clear my thoughts, while depositing a smile onto my face. I’m not entirely sure what I’m smiling about yet. Maybe smile is the wrong word, I think the more accurate word for my facial expression is a grimace. Day one of school, how many more are left? I need to figure that out, so that I know exactly how many days are keeping me from my well deserved freedom. Which means I have more time to focus on my music career.