Chapter 3

Melody’s POV

Chris and I have been walking around this school trying to find our math class and we have clearly been unsuccessful.Which might be a little bit of an understatement, I mean it has been almost ten minutes since our stupid search had began. I think we’re just wandering around at this point like lost souls. Then we hear the final warning bell. Sherbit. Looks like we’re going to be late for our first class, at our very new school. Yay! That means we have to deal with a teacher lecturing us about tardiness, or even worse a detention! Can you imagine, me getting detention on my first day of school barely 30 minutes into the day. My brothers would skin me alive.

“Great, we’re going to be late for our first class,” I mutter.

“We’re not just late Mel, we’re really late.” chuckles Chris.

“I’m not entirely sure that this is a laughing matter.” I mutter back.

Then by the luck of the Moon Goddess I see someone. I quickly make my way to the person, who happens to be facing his locker and tap his shoulder lightly. Before asking for some directions.

“Erm...hi, sorry to bother you, but could you point me in the direction of Mr River’s advanced math class?”

The guy turns his focus from the contents in his locker to me, who happens to be leaning against the locker next to him. All the while Chris stands on the side, on his phone without a worry in the world. It’s not like we’re late or anything!

As the guy turns to face me I notice his features. Soft blue eyes that appear hard with his blank face stare. Broad shoulders, short hair swept up out of his face, and he looks muscular. Now if we were at a normal human school I would assume that this guy is a jock from his physique. But I’m a big girl who knows better than to assume anything about anyone without knowing them first. That and the unmistakable aura that this guy releases tells me that he is either a beta or a third. I’m not entirely sure but he reeks of power and dominance, it’s just not strong enough for him to be an Alpha.

The guy looks at me tentatively, as if he’s finding the best response, then he decides to go with, “Let me guess, you guys are from Lakewood?”

I simply nod. I mean it seems like a bit of a stupid question, not that I plan on telling him that. Where the heck else would we be from, no other pack transferred and as far as I was aware no other students were enrolled other than those from Lakewood- that information is something I’m privy to as an Alpha’s little sister. It’s also information that my brothers would have shared with me anyway as a safety precaution because my wolf is a rarity.

He sighs deeply as if my question is an inconvenience to him but helps us nonetheless, “Go straight down this hall, then turn right, it’s the first classroom you’ll see.”

Then he walks on, without another word. What a nice guy! So polite. I’m sure his parents would be so proud of his manners. He didn’t even offer to walk us to the class if it was so close by. We follow his directions and we eventually make it to the correct classroom. At least it wasn’t a long walk. But now we face another problem, one slightly bigger than the last one… We’re about fifteen minutes late for this class. Fantastic! My early deathbed is here. Death by tardiness, such a pathetic way to go. One would think I’d die from something a little more exciting like I don’t know, a Rogue attack. At this point my only hope is that my very smart mouth will not get us into any more completely unnecessary trouble. I have a little feeling that my brothers wouldn’t be too pleased with me if I managed to get kicked out of my first class at this new hellhole.

I bite my bottom lip nervously. I’m fine with being late, I just don’t want to be the centre of attention when the dumb teacher undoubtedly calls us out for being late. Chris notices my facial expression and attempts to calm my anxious nerves by telling me that we’re not gonna get into any trouble and that we won’t attract too much attention. Being a white wolf everyone’s attention is always on me, or my wolf even if it’s not directed at me, it’s attention I can’t afford to have. Keyword there being he attempts and fails miserably. I mean how can I be okay when we’re fifteen minutes late and I’m prone to getting into trouble. I really didn’t want to get detention on my first day at this hellhole. Looks like it’s a ;little too late for that. After that thought I see Chris raise his hand to knock on the classroom door before we make our way inside.

Mr River looks at us with an eyebrow raised and asks, “Melody and Chris, I presume?”

I croaked out a quiet, “Yes.” Whereas Chris gives him a nod. Then it appears that the two males have decided to have a bit of a stare down.

As they continue to stare blankly at each other I begin to survey the room. It appears that the majority of the female population in the class are giving me death glares. I’m not entirely sure why… Then the reason causes me to freeze, as if an idiot had decided to throw a bucket of ice cold water over my head. They couldn’t possibly think that… Could they? That thought alone made me quite literally sick to my stomach. My very disturbing thoughts are interrupted by a really abrupt Mr River.

“I don’t know how it worked at your old school, but here you will be on time for my class, always. The two of you can find another time to suck each other’s faces.”

I stare blankly at him. Under normal circumstances I would be very tempted to laugh in his face at his blatant stupidity. Instead my blood boils with underlying anger and I mind link Chris.

“He thinks we were-”

“Yeah” interrupts Chris.

I look at Mr River straight in his dull lifeless eyes and say, “Excuse me sir, but just because the students at this school normally come late to class for that reason does not mean it’s the reason we’re late. We’re new here and don’t know our way around. If you had simply used your head to actually think, I’m sure a man teaching advanced math could have arrived at the conclusion all on his own. Another thing ‘Mr River,’ what you just said to us is completely inappropriate and I feel it is probably something that should be raised with the principal. I’m not so sure he’d be too pleased with a teacher speaking to students like that.”

Mr River looks taken back by my sudden outburst and his dull eyes have gained some fear says, “Just find your designated seats and don’t be late for my class again.”

After he said that he continued teaching his boring class. I internally smirked because I had enough guts to put the old man in his place. After finding seats and finding that I was already taught whatever he was teaching, I decided to zone out of the entire lesson.

I was thinking about why I had come to this dumb high school in the first place. What I was forced to leave behind.

One month ago.

Our pack was attacked, and we had barely won. We were attacked by a group of rogues. Only these were no ordinary rogues, they came to our pack looking for a white shifter who had healing powers. We often referred to themselves as the Psychotic Mutts.

But white wolves are extremely rare. Probably one in every billion wolves-if you’re lucky. Being rare and having other powers or abilities is what makes the white shifter so special. Rogues only want a white shifter to use it for its powers.

It was not the first time they came to our pack looking for the white shifter. The first time I know of them entering our territory was when I was nine. That day my parents died, they died with the secret of who this special white shifter was. This was almost nine years to the day.

At the time Ash was only 16 but had to take the Alpha position. Surprisingly he made a great Alpha. When the rogues came back they bought back the old memories we had all tried to forget. I was the main person who tried to forget but this will forever be imprinted in my mind.

During the more recent fight between the rogues and our pack, Ashton managed to injure their leader so they had to retreat. After they retreated Ash found a place for us to relocate the entire pack for safety.

All of this happening makes me think of my parents sacrificing themselves to keep the rogues from getting a hold of the white wolf. I can’t help but feel guilty about their death. After all, I saw everything from my hiding spot. I was just too shocked to react and do anything.

What most people don’t know is that they died protecting me. I’m the white shifter the rogues have been after for nine years. They came back just to get me. I’m the reason my parents died, I could have saved them if I wasn’t frozen in shock. After my parents death I hardly ever shifted or use my healing powers unless it’s completely necessary. Completely necessary hardly ever comes so I guess I never use my powers again.

The bell rang and math had finally ended. I hastily made my way out of that stupid class. Chris however caught up with me quite easily and he asked if I was okay. Which I don’t think he completely believed, but he understood why as soon as I told him what I had been thinking about. The attacks on our pack. He already knew that that extended to the death of my parents which always managed to get me down even more. Then that led to one of my favourite games of all time, the stupid blame game.

He gave me a concerned look, placing his hands on my shoulders to stop me in my tracks and said, “I know what you’re thinking Mel, and none of this is your fault.”

I just shrugged his hands off of my shoulders and continued to who knows where. I just didn’t have the energy to have this conversation now. These are too many sad memories for one day.

I couldn’t help but wonder, if I had given myself up to the rogues that there’s a chance my parents would still be alive. I would probably have been suffering and being tortured on numerous occasions. But I know my family would never give up on me and that my parents were alive and safe. Something they aren’t.

At this moment I wished I was still at my old school, because then I could simply skip my next class and go to the music room to distract myself. I would be able to forget about all of my worries when I was in the music room because I could sing my heart out and play instruments. I used to do this until I felt better. It was-still is my own form of therapy. Helps me to clear my mind so that I am able to think straight too.

Music has always been my escape from the world. One that I’ve always needed it’s my crutch. One of the reasons I am able to keep going.

The teachers wouldn’t mind since they knew my sappy sad story, well versed in it in fact. I was allowed to clear my head in the music room whenever I felt like it. They didn’t even care if I bunked school for a whole day. Yet, I have a feeling if all my teachers are anything like Rivers I am going to be severely disappointed when I don’t receive the same privileges from them like my old teachers.

I shook my head, I need to get through this day. One day at a time. Do what Dory does, “just keep swimming.” I just hope it flies by in the blink of an eye.