Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

Scowling, I push into the girl's bathroom. I dodge someone curling their hair and another reapplying their makeup.

They barely glanced at me as I locked myself in the very last stall. This is was my favorite place to this in the school, if you could look past the toilet paper on the floor and the cobwebs on the ceiling. This last stall was the smallest, and the tight space made me breathe a little easier.

When had there been this many people at school?

I groaned and sat down on top of the toilet, my feet on the closed lid. Looking out of the frosted window, I saw the blur of outside. Light filtered in and lit up the rusty metal stall.

My knee was bouncing up and down as I twirled my ring around my finger. Just one more year, and I wouldn't have to face Ares' pack anymore. We would graduate, they would stay and protect Moonstone, and I would disappear.

I had survived 2 years of ignoring the mating bond. I could do one more. Easy.

Except for the undeniable fact that my heats - even suppressed, were getting worse.

Once I had gotten the smallest whiff of their combined scent, my wolf's mating process was kickstarted. Even with my crystals, there was no blocking their scent from driving me mad.

Smokey notes of a campfire. The brisk mountain air before a storm. Sandlewood in a field of sage. Pine trees swept by an ocean breeze.

Unlike Omega's, Gypsies needed their mates before they could go into heat. From the time they aged 16, Omega's were vulnerable to packs and solo Alphas leering. Gypsies presented as human, or null. We could still shift into our wolf, sure, but our scents remained dampened until our mates were close, calling them to us.

But it had been centuries since packs actually accepted Gypsies.

When it was discovered that Gypsies possessed Song of the Siren, The Socitey started hunting them down and executing them. That's when it had really gotten bad.

All Gypsy mates were thrown out of their pack, the bond broken.

Just because Gypsies had the power to allure another, compelling them. The Society knew we were powerful and killed off most of the race out of fear. They had been scared. Thought they had been manipulated.

These were just the start of the problems between races. Now, the truth of Gypsy powers has been forgotten in history. The only image of what a Gypsy was, was what The Society wanted everyone to see.

Even if Jagger, Finn, Ryker, and Ares knew I was their mate, there was no way they would want to bond with me.

My skin prickled as my wolf stirred.

I looked down at my moonstone shard and frowned.

Suddenly having the Alphas' pheromones back in range with my wolf barely on her leash, there was a possibility that she would crash right through the masking spell and expose me.

I shook my head and forced myself not to think like that. It's not like any of them have turned their head to me in the last 2 years, or for the entirety of our lives. Except Jagger, but I think that had to do with his Acrobat skill.

I don't think he can see through the magic placed on the crystals, but he definitely sees more than I want him to.

Growing up in a school with wolves and humans alike, I had seen plenty of Acrobat skills being tossed around in fights.

What Jagger possessed was not to be underestimated. His vibrant green eyes saw a little too much. Luckily, he was usually too high to care.

I sit for just a few minutes until I'm able to calm my nerves.