Chapter Three

Skyler’s POV 

In the midst of my history class, I find myself observing the peculiar behavior of those around me, as if they deliberately avoid acknowledging my existence. It's as if I possess an invisible cloak that shields me from their attention. As the customary introductions take place and we receive the syllabus, the teacher's monotonous lecture fills the room. I can't help but question the significance of studying history, as its relevance eludes me entirely.

In today's fast-paced and dynamic world, it is easy to dismiss the relevance and significance of the past. With our society constantly evolving and the rules and regulations constantly changing, it may seem unnecessary to dwell on what has already happened. However, as I indulge in the delicious rabbit and strawberries that my mom packed for me, I can't help but notice the immediate impact it has on my body. The nourishment from this meal awakens my senses, invigorates my muscles, and clears my mind, reminding me of the importance of taking care of myself and appreciating the present moment.

Since I was young, I have always been keenly aware of how different I am from my peers. While they spend their time discussing popular sports and movies, my interests lie in the mysterious and obscure realms. The excitement of exploring the depths of the forest, immersing myself in the art of hunting, and conquering towering trees has always brought me immense happiness and fulfillment.

At the tender age of thirteen, I experienced a profound realization that completely transformed my understanding of the supernatural world. It was during this time that I discovered my fascination with the supernatural extended far beyond the captivating tales of werewolves. What started as a passing hobby soon revealed itself to be a deep-rooted passion that consumed my every thought. As the days turned into months, I couldn't help but notice peculiar cravings for raw meat and blood, which were accompanied by an astonishing surge in strength and agility.

At first, I was overwhelmed with fear as I struggled to understand the strange transformations happening to me. The idea of turning into a terrifying creature plagued my thoughts day and night, and the mere thought of hurting someone filled me with terror. However, everything changed on my seventeenth birthday when my mother and I had a life-changing conversation that completely shifted my outlook. 

The revelation that I received from her was truly remarkable. She made it clear that I am not just an average teenage wolf, but rather an exceptional being. She stressed that I am a genuine miracle, and that once I reach the age of eighteen and meet my destined mate, everything will fall into place. I will finally understand the motives behind their behavior, the bond that we share, and the reasons for my distinct appearance and desires.

My mother has pointed out that my uniqueness allows me to enjoy the benefits of eating regular food and exploring during daylight hours. This new realization has had a significant impact on me. I now understand why my eyes have a specific color and why my skin doesn't tan despite my attempts to do so.

Finishing my lunch and throwing away my garbage, I head towards my algebra class. A wave of assurance and self-belief engulfs me. I may possess unique qualities that set me apart from the rest, but I am also strong-willed and capable. The possibilities that lie ahead are endless, and who knows what destiny has in store for me? Maybe one day, I will possess extraordinary abilities that allow me to positively affect the lives of others. Much like the brave heroes I idolize in the cherished novels I adore. After all, what girl can resist the allure of a captivating romance book?

Soon as I reach my locker, I efficiently unload my morning books and swiftly gather the essential items for the afternoon. Once I securely zip up my bookbag, I confidently close my locker and pivot around, only to be greeted by the notorious "Bitch Squad" making their way out of the bathroom.

“Oh, look, it's the freak!” Samantha yells while pointing at me, just as they dump their lunch all over me, laughing. 

“Fuck, why can't they just leave me the fuck alone? When they walk away, I grab another pair of clothes from my locker and head to the bathroom, not caring whether I am late for math. It's not like anyone wants me here, anyway. The bell rings right as I leave the bathroom and I make my way to class. The only chair that's left is by the jocks. Just fucking great.” I mumble under my breath. 

“Poor Skyler, why are you even here? You shouldn't even be in this pack. We don't like half-breeds here.” Jock Charlie says slyly. 

“As if I have any say in the matter, considering my father holds the position of Beta in our pack. It's a higher rank than anyone in your family could ever dream of,” I retort, with a hint of sarcasm.

“Watch how you talk to us, mutt, because the teacher may be around now, but they won't save you when school is out,” Jock Quinton laughs. 

“Excuse me, but can I start the class now, or are you three going to continue disrupting the class?” Professor Trisha asks while tapping her foot impatiently.

When we all quiet down, she begins to discuss what lies ahead for us in the upcoming academic year. She then proceeds to hand out the syllabus and gives us instructions to start working on chapter one. Just as she finishes speaking, the sound of the bell fills the room, signaling the end of the class. In the midst of the commotion, my phone starts ringing, and I realize it's my mom trying to reach me. In a hurry, I swiftly gather my things and answer the call, making my way towards my creative writing class.

“Hey mom, what's happening?” I question, my voice tinged with confusion.

“Hey, I'm currently at the store, and I was wondering which color dress you'd prefer for the Tamsin moon? Also, what would you like for supper?” she asks with a hint of excitement in her voice.

“I must admit, I am in dire need of a soft shade of blue that not only enhances the beauty of my eyes but also complements my skin tone flawlessly. As for our dinner plans, I can't help but yearn for the delectable taste of venison or succulent steaks. The day has been nothing short of dreadful, and I am certain that once I step foot in the comfort of my home and allow myself to relax, my cravings will reach unprecedented levels.” I confess to her with complete honesty.

"Oh, sweetie, are they still giving you a hard time? Just make sure you don't let your anger out of control with your birthday and the upcoming Tamsin moon. Your emotions are going to be all over the place," Mom says with concern in her voice.