Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Finley

Mr. Cross was at the front of the room, pointing at the screen and talking in a monotone voice as he moved through his presentation.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. We all knew he was just going to fail everyone. We didn't need to go through all of this. A part of me thought that he was only a teacher because he loved to torture his students.

I smirked. Except for us, that is.

We were the only students that escaped his wrath.

When I sensed Ares' anxiety, the smirk fell off my face. What was his deal today?

I glance over at him and try to get a better read on things.

He stares straight ahead, a vein pulsing in his neck. Ares was always tense, but he didn't have to act like there was a stick up his butt. I spread my legs in a pure act of masculinity, and purposely bump my knee into Ares. He doesn't move his leg back which I take as a good sign.

And then he rolls his head a bit, working the tension from his shoulders. The anxiety through the pack bond lessens some. Ares turns his head and gives me a small smile.

"Thanks." Ares mindlinks me.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. After spending so much time with The Soceity this summer, he had to be chomping at the bit. I sent a prayer to the Moon Goddess that he could hold out until we were on the field.

"Yeah, just in my head." He responds and then looks back to the front of the room.

Mr. Cross was walking around the side of his desk, a stack of papers in his hands. "As I mentioned before, this is worth 10% of your grade. All of the guidelines are listed in this packet. Your group will be comprised of 5 students. That means there are 5 total groups."

I rolled my eyes. Like this affected us. He wouldn't give us anything below an A. This information is useless to me.

Mr. Cross walks around the classroom, handing out packets as thick as Jagger's skull. As he walked down the aisle, he was grouping students together.

Ryker shut the notebook he was doodling in and stuffs it into his bag as Mr. Cross gets closer. I smile to myself, knowing how Ryker never lets anyone see what he is drawing. I've only ever seen a few portraits, and I can see why he doesn't want the whole school seeing.

Ry was known for being the strong one. Unless it was someone in our pack, he never let anyone see his vulnerabilities.

Mr. Cross stopped in front of Ryker and dropped the packet on his desk. "Ryker, Jagger, Finley, Ares, and... Maddison?"

I looked to my right to see a girl huddled in the back corner. I hadn't even noticed her before. She sat on the other side of Jagger and had her arms wrapped around her waist.

"It's Grayson." She muttered.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to see her better. With the sun glaring through the windows behind her, I couldn't really see her features. It was normally not a problem with my wolf senses, but then again, these fluorescent lights were always a bitch.

"Oh, uh, yes." Mr. Cross cleared his throat and walked away.

My eyes finally focused on not-Maddison.

She had the longest hair I had ever seen. I suddenly found it hard to catch my breath as I watched the red hair roll in waves over her shoulders.

When she turned her face, I caught the subtle way her eyes scanned her surroundings before dipping to the ground and not meeting anyone's gaze. The corner of my lip twitched up. Cute.