Mrs. Cross’ desk had a ton of flowers and gifts on it. I smiled and pulled out a small little box from my backpack. Krista lugged in a box of diapers and slammed it down on her chair. Our last class of the day was Latin. Luckily, it wasn’t a block but it really wasn’t going to be a regular day anyways.
When our teacher stepped into the class from the bathroom, her eyes were all puffy. Today was going to be her last day. Mrs. Cross said that it was just going to be for a little while and she would be back teaching but most of us knew better.
“Mrs. Cross, where do we put gifts?” Lauren had a gift on her table as well.
“Oh my, you guys…you didn’t have to. Really!”
Krista snorted. “Too bad! Where do you want them?”
The class laughed, except for Rebecca and her cronies in the corner of the classroom. Of course they didn’t bring anything but then you’d actually have to show up to class to get to know a teacher. Mrs. Cross had actually moved up with us over the years. She decided to finally teach Latin to us Seniors but surprise, she and her mate were now expecting their first pup.
None of us believed she would be back to teach after having her pup. Rarely did she-wolves go back to work until their pups were in the teenage years. It wasn’t the standard but those of us who knew Mrs. Cross, and how kind she was, knew she would end up staying home with however many pups she decided to have.
“Bring them up, you can…set the bigger ones on the floor. Oh my, Krista…darling, thank you.”
“Of course. Never can have too many. Mom says that they are a little big but your pup will grow into them and it’s good to have a variety. My brother was born and he went straight into size two diapers. Which is kind of insane but he was huge. Mom said she had to have her entire vagina sewed…”
I pushed Krista aside. “She doesn’t need to be scared by you right now. Your mom’s horror stories would scar anyone into not having pups.” Smiling, I handed her the small little box I had. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.”
“Oh Winter, you didn’t have to.” Her eyes looked up at me and I knew the pity reflected in them.
Everyones did. The whole school knew my situation with my dad. It was hard to hide sometimes when he didn’t bother to care if I showed up to school with a black eye or broken bones. He was Beta and no one was going to speak against the Beta. A few teachers over the years tried to speak up but they would immediately find themselves out of a job. Or worse, out of a pack.
Dad had made a good job into scaring everyone into submission. Except Alpha but he made a promise to his Luna that he would stay out of it. Mostly because I asked her to promise to do the same. Once in a while I would ask for their help but for the most part, I knew I needed to do this on my own. My dad would have less ground to stand on when it came to my future and my mother’s legacy. When I finally pulled the rug out from all of them and brought back our families legacy.
So, for the most part, the teachers who wanted to do something just tried to help me within the realm of what they could do in the class. Others ignored me completely. Even a few over the years were on my dad’s side. Fortunately, for my senior year, that wasn’t the case. It would be smoother and I could handle it.
“It’s not much. But I thought…since mine meant so much to me...”
Mrs. Cross opened up the box and inside was a locket. Mine was a little different. It had a star in the center that might be a diamond but the design surrounding it were more like Celtic knots. The one I gave Mrs. Cross was your more traditional gold heart necklace. She was having a little girl and I thought it would be something nice to pass down.
“Oh Winter, this is lovely. I can put photos in it and everything. Thank you so much.”
I nodded and smiled, glad that she seemed genuinely happy about. She had a lot of baby things and flowers but nothing specifically for her. Something that she could pass down one day. It wasn’t expensive but at least it was something for her to cherish.
“Nice going.” Krista elbowed me as I sat back down in my seat.
“Who is going to replace you?” Rebecca snapped, rolling her eyes at everything and nothing.
Mrs. Cross wiped a tear from her eye and smiled at Rebecca. “From what I understand, Alpha Damian sent out a request to another pack. There wasn’t anyone qualified enough within the pack. They will be taking over tomorrow. So I want you all to be welcoming and kind. Is that understood?”
Rebecca rolled her eyes again but the rest of the class agreed. It would be weird having a different teacher part of the way through class but I hoped that they were good enough to follow up Mrs. Cross. Especially for Latin. It wasn’t the most popular language and there were only three classes of it currently, but those of us who had taken Latin 1 and Latin 2 with her, cared about it enough to stick it out.
“I won’t be back for your graduation…” Mrs. Cross started to cry again.
“Or ever.” Krista whispered and I chuckled but shushed her.
Mrs. Cross sniffled and tried to gather herself. “I have had many of you for all three years. You’ve stuck with it and I couldn’t be more proud. You are my Seniors. No matter what. I know you will be welcoming and kind but I also know that all of you are still here because Latin is something that you wanted to learn. I hope you will continue to learn and take the national literacy test at the end of the year. Many of you I know are ready for it and I can only hope that the next…” She started to break down again. “…that the next teacher cares for Latin and for you as much as I do.”
I smiled, my eyes tearing up as well. Krista was already crying as were many of the girls in class. Even a few of the guys, who had stuck it out as well, were looking up at the ceiling being as manly as they could be. Rebecca had her arms crossed over her chest.
“Well, let’s hope it’s someone hot. No offense, Mrs. Cross, but it’s sucked trying to learn from someone fat.”
There were a few gasps in the room and Mrs. Cross flushed red. Krista wasn’t having it. Before I could stop her, she threw her uncapped plastic water bottle at Rebecca. It was filled with her favorite concoction of Koolaid: Sharkleberry Fin and Cherry.
The water bottle tipped and splashed over Rebecca and the person sitting next to her, Ashley. They both screamed while Krista let out a hearty laugh. As the entire class started to laugh, I bit my lip to try and not join them.
“Krista St. James! Don’t go throwing things at fellow students!” Mrs. Cross looked devastated.
Krista continued to laugh. “Sorry, my hand slipped. I was trying to give it to Maverick. He asked for a drink. You know how I add weird combinations together. He just wanted to know how the mix tasted today.”
“It’s true, Mrs. Cross. I did.” Maverick was snorting, trying to compose himself. “Krista can’t aim apparently.”
I shook my head. This was going to be bad.
“What is this?” Ashley pulled her shirt away, now soaked in red liquid.
“Koolaid. Sorry, dear. That’s going to stain.” Krista flashed her a bright smile. “It’s the end of the day though, so you should be fine.”
Rebecca slammed her hands on the table, which splashed some of the liquid back up at her. “You bitch! You think you can get away with this? What? Did Winter tell you to do it?”
“Rebecca! Language!” Mrs. Cross was still trying to regain control.
I put my hands up. “I said nothing. She was just trying to get the bottle to Maverick. Don’t go pointing fingers at me. I know better.” I added at the end, glaring at her.
“I’m so sorry, Becca. It’s all my fault. Let me pay for your shirt. It’s the least I can do. Or in fact, I can give you a replacement. It’s three seasons ago, right? Is it from the GAP? I’m sure I can find it at a Thrift store somewhere.” Krista smiled brightly at her. “I would be happy to since it is all my fault. This is why I don’t play in sports. I just am absolutely terrible.”
“No thank you. I don’t want anything that comes from your grubby little paws. You wouldn’t be able to pick out something fashionable even if it licked your clit!” Rebecca was raging.
Krista sat back, smirking. “You’re right. I wouldn’t know how to shop for your size. I don’t think they make seasonable fashion in your size anymore. You must have had fun over summer break.”
Rebecca screamed and tried tossing the closest thing she had at Krista. Krista dodged it, of course. Her comment about being terrible at sports was an absolute lie. She just didn’t do any sports at school. Her great-great-great grandfather started a dojo and it was passed down through every generation. While her older brother would be taking it over, Krista was still training and working there after school.
“Please…please, calm down!” Mrs. Cross was looking worriedly at Rebecca who had grabbed her own metal water bottle next, ready to chuck it at Krista.
The back door slammed open and Principal Miles stepped in, his wolf present but not completely taking over.
“What the hell is going on in here?”
I sat next to Krista in the high school office. She was smirking, her arms crossed over her chest, and her head leaned back against the wall behind us. Another one of our classmates came out of the office and winked at us before heading out. Principal Miles stood outside his door and motioned me in. Sighing, I got up and walked over to his office.“Well, this is the first time this year I’ve had you in my office.” Principal Miles sat down behind his desk. “I’d hope we didn’t need to do this until the official meeting at the end of the year.”Chuckling, I sat down across from him. “I mean, you know I love this office.”It was true. He’d turned his office into a bit of a dark academia vibe. The walls were painted a dark blue with gold accents everywhere. There were black bookshelves lining two of the four walls and most were filled with leather bound editions. He’d added in a few more mystical pieces to complete the look. Plus, his desk was a huge dark wood centerpiece that was intricate
My eyes fluttered open and I shivered. It was cold. Not freezing cold but way too cold to be wearing just a shirt. Slowly, I pushed myself off the floor of the shed. Everything protested the movement. All my muscles were locked up and I felt sore everywhere. It was still dark outside and I couldn’t hear anything but the wind whistling through the trees.Pushing on the door, it was still locked. It was probably too early for the door to be opened or my dad intended on leaving me in here all day. Not that it would be a first but I really didn’t want to miss an entire day of school.Grabbing one of the thin sheets of metal that had been used to patch the roof of the shed, I stuck it right under the lock. It wasn’t a key lock but a latch that swung into a latch to lock it in place. With some effort and enough finagling, I managed to tap it so it swung up and around. The door opened and the cold wind sent goosebumps rushing over my body.They did say a storm was going to roll in today. It d
My alarm went off and I groaned. Getting up, I hit the alarm and rubbed my eyes. I sat up from the chase lounge and stretched. For some reason, I felt even more locked up and in pain than before. I grabbed my backup backpack and everything I needed for the day. It was a serious debate whether or not I wanted to just sleep in and not show up to Statistics.In seventh grade, one of the times it got particularly bad, the older librarian who worked here gave me a key to an unused office. It had some old books that were needing to get donated but other than that, the space wasn’t used. Over the years, I made it into a mini version of Principal Miles office. A safe haven away from my house.The walls were a dark green with silver accents. My bookshelves were also black but these shelves held my own collection of books. After I brought home books and woke up the next day to them being trashed or burned, I stopped bringing home anything other than textbooks. Instead, I filled my little office.
*** Caspian’s POV *** The marker squeaked against the board a little louder than I meant it to. I frowned, looking at the words I was writing. Was I seriously just called a bleeding heart by a teenager? Part of me wanted to take it as an insult, which it seemed like in this case, it was meant to be. Being called a bleeding heart was definitely a first for me.Taking a deep breath, I put the marker down and turned around to the class with a smile plastered on my face. “Good Afternoon! I am Mr. Penn and I will be Mrs. Cross’ replacement for Latin.” Walking around the desk, I leaned against it. “A little about me if that I have a Masters degree in Linguistics and I’m currently working on my PHD. So you could say I’m a bit of a nerd for languages.”As with every class, the majority of the girls laughed while the rest just rolled their eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest, this was my only Latin 3 class. The other two were Latin 1. Which meant that their teacher before me was with them thr
I grabbed the three notebooks from Delilah over the three different classes. There were also the two textbooks, my own notes for the day, and then I grabbed a couple extra notebooks that were empty. With everything that I gathered today, I could easily set up a lesson plan for each class now. While I wasn’t quite comfortable being in an official teaching position, if I looked at it that I was only teaching someone a language, it lessened the feeling of imposter syndrome.‘You’re coming over for dinner.’Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my leather messenger bag that had somehow survived all of my college years with me. ‘I have work I need to do.’‘You little…you’re coming over for dinner. You didn’t even stop by when you came in last night!’Closing the door and locking it, I headed down the stairs and to the office. ‘I got in late. I needed to be up early. I wasn’t going to wake you or Ember up. You’re too old to be missing that kind of sleep.’I held back my laugh as my brother yelled in my
“Em, we’ve talked on the phone and through texts. It’s not like you haven’t talked to me all this time.”She frowned. “Cas, that doesn’t count. Those are just words. I want to really know how you are. You okay coming back? Is the apartment okay?” Reaching out, she rubbed my arm. “Are you taking care of yourself? Are you sleeping well? You might have grown into a towering monster but you’re thin too.”This is who Ember really was. Something that kicked in the moment we found out my parents were dead. She was a nurturer. A mother at heart. I couldn’t understand why, after all these years, they hadn’t had pups but Ember stepped up into the mother role for me even though she was only twenty. At the time, I was nine and rebelled against her something fierce but she never gave up. Not even after I left the pack.“I’m okay. Really. I am really happy where I am. I’ve found something I love and pursuing it has been the best and most fulfilling thing I’ve done. There are times where I miss havin
‘It was not that bad.’I sighed and flicked on the lights of the apartment I was staying in. Onan wasn’t wrong. I was expecting it to be worse. Damian was still Damian. Even after all these years. Though, a little more grown up. He’d weathered some storms and it settled him down to an extent. He always had a bubbly personality and was a complete extrovert. He just fit the Alpha role now.Placing my bag on the smaller kitchen island, I looked around the room. This seemed so different than Ember’s usual style. This was far more modern of a place than I expected but she also was only investing, not actually living in it. It was above a shopping center on the West side of town. It had its own little community feel and there were two stories of apartments above all the stores.There were massive windows and a balcony but I’d found out today that the windows were one way. It felt a little more private and I didn’t feel the need to always be closing the blinds now. I would have been fine with
I tapped the papers straight that my last class turned in before vacating the classroom. It was my first Friday and it was about as hard to get the students to focus as I thought it might be. With how the rotation ended up today, I had one of my Latin 1 classes at the beginning of the day and then the second one at the end. My Latin 3 class was skipping this Friday. The rotating schedule was something I needed to get used to as well. After so many years in college, it was jarring.My Latin 1 class was a cute class full of Freshman. They also were counted the lucky ones who managed to sneak into the class with the “hot teacher” first year. They were chatty and excitable but they seemed to have chosen Latin because they wanted to, not because they had to.This school offered three other languages; French, Spanish, and Chinese. Latin was the outlier and it was obvious with only having three classes for the size of the school. While this was the private school, there were still a lot of st
I wondered how long I could get away with ignoring Damian’s shouting in my head. We had another half hour or so to the end of the pack territory. If I could make it that long, then I would be fine.‘ANSWER ME! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?’This time I winced. Onan growled, it echoing just as loud for him. Winter must have caught my flinch since she looked over at me. I gave her smile, but winced again when Damian mind linked me again.‘YOU DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TAKE HER! DO NOT MAKE ME REPORT YOU FOR KIDNAPPING, CASPIAN!’“Alpha, I’m assuming?” She looked back to see if the car was still following us.Nodding, I looked in the mirror as well. They hadn’t stopped, but they had backed off quite a bit. I wondered what Damian was thinking. It didn’t make sense to pull them only to yell at me. Not to mention that his accusation of kidnapping would be on shaky ground. At least within the pack laws.“I’m wondering if I can just ignore him until we get to the border. His mind
‘Just go in, Caspian. No one is going to think it’s weird you’re there.’ Onan was at his limit with me and I could feel his irritation at my hesitation.“I can’t just…go in. One, I’m not a teacher anymore. Two, I’d be picking up Winter. Which would end up raising flags.”He let off an annoyed sigh. ‘Outside the fact that she is our mate and it’s not weird. You are now Caspian Herne. The wolfs out of the bag. You can’t hide anymore that you are the Alpha’s brother. Both good and bad.’Rubbing my face, I let out a more exasperated sigh. Damian and Ember had been using that to their advantage. Every time I went into town, went shopping, or even at home, they had a wolf watching me. I didn’t know what they expected me to do, but apparently, it was something.Whether or not I wanted to let them be at the mercy of the Council, I worried that Winter would end up in the crosshairs. I worried that I would lose her simply because I wanted to spite my brother and didn’t wait to think about how I
The kitchen was quiet for a moment. My brother and I stared at each other. Ember was looking at me as well, but she turned to her mate. He didn’t look at her. His focus was on me and I wondered if it was because he was still deciding if giving me the truth was worth it. My hand curled into a fist.“Yes, we made the decision to lock Winter’s wolf away!” Ember was the one who answered, the words tumbling out of her mouth.My eyes continued to watch my brother as he sighed and rubbed his eyes, his back falling against the wall. He pulled his leg up and frowned. Damian looked exhausted, but not from the blooming bruise on the side of his face.“We…we made the decision. A choice. To protect her and the pack. Especially after Linny passed…” Ember sat back on her knees, looking up at me. “Yes, we made the choice. I’m sorry, Cas.”“Why? Why would you do that? What could a young wolf do to pose such a threat that you brought in magic, forbidden magic I might add, to seal away her wolf? You can’
*** Caspian’s POV ***I tried to be as normal as possible for Winter. She was already nervous going with Maddox and I to the diner. It was funny because we definitely turned a few heads. However, once we sat down, she relaxed a little. Not as much as I wished though.This had broken her. She spoke about not having her wolf but the fact that it had been taken from her. Not that she wasn’t supposed to have one, didn’t just devastate her. I was gutted. It wouldn’t change how I felt about having her as a mate. My acceptance of her wouldn’t change. This just felt so raw.I’d had Onan with me years before most wolves did. We were a team. Albeit a weird team. We didn’t think or work together like other wolves but he was the other part of my soul. My grouchy old man part of my soul.‘Hey.’I chortled. “Tell me I’m wrong.”Onan huffed. ‘Whatever.&
I curled up tighter, not wanting to hear whatever was going on downstairs. There was yelling, that was for sure. It got louder for a second before I realized it was because someone was opening my door. The yelling mellowed down to a murmur again. Someone touched my shoulder and I jumped.“Winter…”Tears that I thought were done filled my eyes and I curled up tighter, trying to get away from the voice. I knew it. It was the voice I wanted to avoid like the plague. Who would want a wolf-less mate? Who would accept anyone like that? And an Alpha at that?“Talk to me, Winter. Please.” His hand brushed my arm, but I tried to scoot as far away as I could. “Look at me at least.”Squeezing my eyes shut, I lifted my head. Slowly, I peeled them open. Caspian was sitting on the bench in front of me. His face reflected the worry I heard in his tone. My tears fell and I started to shake my head.“Oh, little wolf.
Caleb slammed the door behind him as he got out of the car. He didn’t wait for me or even help me. He just walked into the house. Stepping out gingerly to the driveway, I slung my bag over my shoulder before slowly making my way into the house.Closing the door behind me, I was surprised to find Caleb with a beer in hand, leaning against the kitchen counter. I didn’t even know we had beer, let alone that Caleb drank it. He shook his head as he looked up at me.“You ruined years of mentoring and work.”I frowned. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”“Galen Rue, you stupid girl. I have been mentoring him and pushing him to take over for Alpha Damian. It’s time that Damian step down. He has no children and I don’t think he ever will. Galen was the obvious choice and only needed a little help.”For a moment, I stared at Caleb. I hoped he was joking. It didn’t look like h
Collapsing against the bed, I shook my head. For the most part, my throat had healed. My voice was still a bit soft but it didn’t feel straining to use it anymore. The issue now was walking. I’d been so weak from two weeks in bed that it was like I was trying to learn to walk again. It frustrated me that I would get so tired simply from walking down the hall and back.“You did good, Winter. Better than last time. You’re getting stronger. That’s progress.”I gave the nurse a deadpanned look and she laughed.“I mean it. Two weeks in a coma might not seem like a lot but it is.”“Yeah. Sure. Whatever you say.”She laughed again but it was cut off by some commotion outside the door. It sounded like chaos until a voice rose above all the noise. A voice I knew well but I never thought I would hear in the hospital. The nurse, also confused, stepped out from the room to see what was going on.
There something about being held by Caspian. I’d felt it when he carried me to the hospital. I felt it last night and now tonight. It felt like home. A feeling I had been working toward, but thought it would only be when I finally kicked my family out. Feeling it now, I wondered if I had it wrong all this time. That I would have been disappointed the moment I made the house mine but never really had that sense of home from it. No matter how much remodeling I did.“I want you to move in with me.”The words tumbled out awkwardly and Caspian pulled back, shock written all over his face. “What?”My face turned bright red and I stammered. “I…that’s not…I mean…shit.” Rubbing my eyes, I dragged my fingers down my face. “I just…I’ve been working towards getting the house from Caleb. And on my birthday, I’m going to kick him out. With the lawyer and everything. I just&h
Krista squealed as I gave her a rundown of what I spoke about with Caspian, and also how I felt after. When I was done, I buried my face in my hands. She sat up, straddling my legs as she faced me.“You can’t be embarrassed, Winny! He’s your mate!”“Yeah but…like…this is all…I’ve never…” I could feel my ears getting red.Krista laughed. “Oh you sweet summer child.”“Winter. Winter child.”She laughed again. “Winter, you don’t need to worry about that right now. I think he will have enough sense not to push you into anything. Usually, even if mates do mate right away, there is a period of transition. They still ease into the processes. It’s not something that wham! All of a sudden you’re moved in, having kids, and showering together.” Humming, I watched her wrinkle her nose. “I guess some do. But it&rsqu