Chapter Two

Skyler’s POV 

From the early years of my life, I have been consistently taught about the significance of advocating for our fellow pack members and protecting them under any circumstances. Nevertheless, my own journey has unfolded in a contrasting manner. Despite being a part of this pack since birth and growing up within its confines, I have perpetually sensed a sense of detachment, as if I am not truly a part of it.

I deeply regret the lack of control I have over my own life. Greetings, I am known as Skyler, a seventeen-year-old individual who possesses the unique ability to transform into a werewolf. I possess an unquenchable thirst for the thrill of the hunt and the taste of fresh blood. My appearance is characterized by my brown hair and captivating silver eyes, which often necessitate the use of sunglasses to shield myself from the painful rays of sunlight.

Additionally, I must navigate the challenges posed by the Jocks and the notorious "Bitch Squad" on a daily basis. As my story unfolds, you will become acquainted with these individuals and the impact they have on my life.

As an omega with a fair complexion, I have faced the unfortunate reality of being perceived as weak by my pack, The Wild Rose Pack. Despite my parents holding the esteemed positions of Beta, our Alpha, Mason, is a formidable force in his shifted form, known as Daemon, a fierce black wolf.

Upon my arrival at the school, I head straight to the office to retrieve my class schedule for the upcoming academic year. Having attended the open house with my parents, I had already taken care of my locker and stocked it with extra clothing, so I was well-prepared for the start of the school year.

As I approached the office door, I gave it a light knock. The secretary's voice came from inside. “Please come in.” I stepped inside and made my way to her desk. 

“Excuse me,” I said politely. “I was wondering if I could get a copy of my class schedule?” The secretary smiled and pulled up the schedule on her computer, printing out a copy for me.

 How amazing! My day is jam-packed with interesting subjects, starting with government class and followed by history. After that, I get a well-deserved break for lunch before immersing myself in the world of algebra and creative writing. And to top it all off, I have a study hall at the end of the day. This study hall is like a sanctuary for me, providing the ideal chance to relax and unwind from the chaos and commotion of the day if I ever feel the need to.

As soon as I reach my locker, I'm forcefully pushed into it, my face taking the brunt of the impact. “Hey, watch where you're going, you freak!” one jock mocks, a sneer etched on his face.

“Maybe if you didn’t have your head so far up your ass. You wouldn't have run into me in the first place.” I say with a pissed off look. 

“What did you just say to me, you freak?” he says angrily, approaching me, raising his fist.

“I said…” being cut off by a classroom door opening and a teacher looking at us.  

“What's going on out here? You are supposed to be getting to class.” A teacher says, standing in their doorway. 

“Nothing, just saying good morning to Skyler,” the jock says, smiling at the teacher as he elbows my shoulder, causing me to push against the lockers.  

Once they depart, I promptly gather up all of my personal items and securely store them in my locker, with the exception of the necessary textbooks for my morning classes. Following that, I swiftly retrieve a spare set of clothing and hurriedly make my way to the restroom to change. Without a moment to spare, I efficiently pack the used garments into a bag and tuck it neatly inside my backpack before heading off to my government class.

As I enter the classroom, a sense of relief washes over me as the bell rings right on cue. To my surprise, I managed to arrive on time, avoiding the usual rush and panic. My eyes quickly scan the room, searching for an available seat, and I spot one at the back. With a sense of determination, I confidently make my way towards it, ready to start the day's lessons.

After I take my seat, I can't help but feel the weight of everyone's eyes on me. It's not until I settle in that I realize they've all moved their desks away from mine, leaving a noticeable gap between us. The sudden shift in atmosphere is palpable, and I can't help but wonder what I've done to deserve such treatment. It's not until the teacher enters the room that I realize this is going to be a long and uncomfortable class.

“Good morning, class. I am professor Lincoln and I will be teaching you about the werewolf government this quarter.” He says while looking around the classroom. 

“Does anyone care to explain why my desks are moved from their spots?” He asks with an eyebrow raised. 

“Yes, professor. No one wants to sit by the freak. We might catch something.” “Bitch Squad,”  leader Samantha says with a smirk. 

“Well, since you are so kind to offer, Samantha. You and Skyler are partners for the rest of the quarter. Now go sit by your partner.” Professor Lincoln demands. 

“But Sir!” she whines while looking at me with daggers in her eyes. 

“Don’t you, Sir me! Now move!” He yells in frustration, running his hand through his hair. 

“Does anyone else have any thoughts or feedback they'd like to share? Or should we move forward with introducing ourselves and distributing the syllabus for this quarter?” 

In the absence of any response, he decides to change his course of action and retrieves the syllabus, ensuring that every individual receives a copy. Unfortunately, I find myself being the last person to receive it, and to my dismay, it is handed to me in a crumpled state, as if it had been rolled into a tight ball.

The weight of frustration settles heavily on my shoulders as I realize that Samantha will be my partner at school. I can already foresee the endless torment and misery that awaits me, and I can't help but feel a sense of hopelessness. It seems like fate has a twisted plan for me, and I can't escape the feeling of dread that lingers in the air.

We all rise from our seats, introducing ourselves individually. Before settling back down to review the syllabus and jot down important notes. As the bell signals the end of the class, I lean back and let out a sigh, patiently waiting for everyone to exit before I do.

Just as soon as the last student exits the room, I rise from my seat and effortlessly hoist my backpack onto my shoulder. I then proceed to exit the classroom and make my way towards my next destination, which happens to be history class. Yay, me because school doesn't suck enough. I have to go to a boring ass class that the teacher makes you want to sleep.