A newly triggered werewolf attends the Salvatore Boarding School. Having to deal with her new found strength and anger issues, Alexandria Sinclair tries her best to make her way through the supernatural world, all while falling for a certain tribrid...
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Alaric had asked Alexandria, but more like demanded, that the events of the previous day remained secret. She was not to tell anyone and was expected to roam the halls of the boarding school like she didn't help in killing a literal dragon.
Despite the constant nagging from the siphoner twins, she kept her mouth shut and hoped it would all die down eventually.
But as she was forced to attend her scheduled pack training, she wished she was stuck doingcommunity service, scrubbing graffiti off brick walls and pulling weeds while listening to the insistent questions from curious minds.
She didn't mind her pack. Really. Some werewolves were just hard to get along with.
Jed had gathered the entire pack to do some training. The plan was to do some combat training and then wind down with a game of dodgeball. That was how these types of pack meetings usually went.
Once all the werewolves had gathered in the gym Jed walked into the centre and clapped loudly to gain the attention of everyone. At the sound, all the werewolves turned their heads to their Alpha.
"Alright, time to do some training. Get with a partner and practice some hand to hand combat," Jed commands, "Remember, no heavy hits. This is just practice," he warned, looking at a few people directly in the eye. One of them being Alexandria.
As everyone found a pair, Alexandria was left with little to no options. But a figure in the corner of her eye marched confidently towards her, she rolled her eyes and groaned internally.
"Hey, Alex," the figure said, dragging out the syllables of her name.
She forced a smile and turned her head towards the figure. A boy, the same age as her stood with pride. His gym attire was messily thrown together. Basketball shorts that went down to just above his knees and a worn out zip-up jacket that hugged his lanky body tightly. Alexandria thought he looked like a stick. A stick that she could easily snap in half.
"Hey, Micah," she responded, forcing a smile while withholding the urge to strangle him.
Alexandria found irony in his name. A name that had biblical origins yet she swore that he was a spawn of Satan himself.
Micah stepped closer and stood at her side while looking out to the rest of the pack who were already in their pairs. Crossing his arms and standing confidently. He held a stance that screamed 'douchebag'.
Nudging her arm he spoke, "Looks like you're my partner," he smiled mischievously, having to look up as his head could only reach Alexandria's nose.
He walked off to another part of the gym but turned back as he noticed that Alexandria wasn't following behind, "Well don't just stand there, Alex!" he called out, catching the attention of nearly everyone else in the room.
