What did you say?

"What the f*ck?" Lisa wandered down the corridors, passing the barbies, the jocks, the nerds, and the shadows, feeling like a science experiment as people seemed to stop and sniff as she went passed them. Another high school first day, it was safe to say she made an impression as she turned her famous glare on any that would meet her eye, but to her surprise, most would bow their head and show submission, except one girl.

Ooof! Lisa's bag went flying as she found herself unceremoniously shoved into the lockers to her left. Before she could even get her bearings,,, some crazy banshee was on her, long nails flying, hair pulling, loud shrill voice shrieking "He's mine you b*tch!"

'Oh hell no,' Lisa thought as she copped a fist to the jaw, 'skank,, you have no idea who you're messing with.'

The familiar burn of molten rage coursed through Lisa's body, warming her and causing a vicious smile to consume her face as she shrugged her shoulders. It was on now.

Her assailant was a barbie. All boobs and arse, not built for real fighting. Her small group of followers stood behind with their perfectly manicured hands on hips.

They clearly expected their leader to come out the winner in this little tussle, "well this must be the welcoming committee," Lisa chuckled.

'Time to get acquainted then.'

Damon, Knox, and Judah came out of the restroom, his beta and gamma chuckling at his misfortune, luckily Damon had a spare pair of jeans and underwear in his locker in case of emergencies, and despite his friend's good-natured ribbing, they had helped to guard the entrance while he cleaned himself up, the embarrassment was real, though and he hoped to make a better impression on his mate the next time they met.

It didn't take long for them to realize that a massive fight had broken out in the corridor. A sinking feeling came over Damon as a familiar scent, mixed with the coppery smell of blood and a female werewolf drowned his senses, his mate, someone was hurting Lisa!

Before he knew it,, Damon was growling, and his alpha side caused a path to form through the other students allowing him to get to the scene quickly.

Knox and Judah had run ahead, so as their bodies came barrelling back,, hitting him with full force,, he was unprepared for the impact and found himself sprawled on the ground, in a crumpled heap with his friends scrambling to get off him.

"What the f*ck is going on?!" He yelled at them, and Knox painfully looked up at him, his eyes frantic, "It's your mate Alpha, she's...f*ck I don't even know what to say, but you need to get there and separate them before she kills Dahlia!"

Judah was out cold, no help at all, and Knox was injured,, so Damon had to deal with this alone.

With powerful strides,,, he ran into a scene he would never forget...

Dahlia Whitley's squad were in a terrified heap, bloodied and crying with wounds that looked as though something was preventing them from healing, but that wasn't what made Damon's jaw dropped.

There in all the center of all the carnage stood Lisa, holding Dahlia OFF THE GROUND, bloodied and limp, unconscious and injured. Still, it was Lisa's eyes that had all the other wolves who would usually have interfered by now standing stock still, not wanting to get involved.

When his gorgeous mate looked at him, her eyes burned, like a raging forest fire Lisa's eyes were burning, her irises the color of flames, reds, yellows, and oranges swirled out of control. Every time someone tried to intervene,,, she would look at them,, and a wave of molten heat pushed them back, she was a terrifying sight to behold, and he struggled to breathe.

Damon knew what he had to do, instinctively he knew he was the only one who could do it, so he slowly took a step into the circle. Another, then another, all the while Lisa watched him, but the heatwave didn't consume Damon,, and before he knew it Damon was face to face with his fire goddess.

The surrounding heat seemed to temper a little,, and Damon spoke gently, "Lisa, it's okay, it's alright, I need you to take a breath baby, just breathe for me, concentrate on my voice, you are doing great baby, she's not a threat, you can let her go, Lisa, just let her go."

And as he reached a hand out, the fire in Lisa's eyes flickered, slowly waning until her eyes were almost back to normal, except now Damon was closer he realized that Lisa wore contacts. She didn't smell like a wolf, or a human, or anything beyond the mating scent that only he could sense, `how was that even possible?'

Damon's voice had deepened in confusion as he muttered,,, "Who are you really, Lisa Montgomery?"

What he didn't expect was for Lisa to drop Dahlia, her eyes puzzled and broken as she looked around at the damage she had caused, "I don't know,"

She managed to whisper before she fled, and Damon couldn't follow, she was so fast, like wildfire, and he had to do damage control as the teachers and Principal could be seen hurrying towards the commotion.

Knox, as always,,, seemed to know what he needed before Damon did, and using the mind link,,, informed him that he would track and follow her.

As Damon helped those who needed him, one thing stood out about their injuries. Each of the open wounds looked as though they were laced with silver.

That could only mean one thing, whoever or whatever Lisa was...she could kill werewolves, which made her whole family a threat.

As a young pup, Damon and his sister Narelle were told the legend of Karistus, and how the Gods all had a hand in her creation. It was said that she possessed powers greater than any werewolf alive and that she only came to earth when the corruption became too great amongst the packs.

Funny enough, her claws dripped with silver and she delivered death to the unworthy, it suddenly reminded Damon of the girl with strange eyes that ran away moments ago, and that's what scared the Alpha's son most of all.