Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Grayson

I welcomed the silence in the bathroom. Sighing, I leaned back and kicked my feet up on the windowsill. I know that I still have to survive my last two classes with the boys, but having this small bit of time to myself was refreshing. Even if it was in the bathroom.

Jagger was a headache.

And with my necklace running on empty, it was getting really hard to keep my wolf from jumping out and tearing out his jugular.

I grabbed the apple out of my bag and took a bite, imagining it was Jagger's neck.

And then there was Ares.

I scowled just thinking of him.

That look he gave me, his cold voice... it made my wolf shudder.

I had almost whined.

Whined.

In front of the whole class.

That wasn't very human of me.

I had thought things were going fine, that I was keeping things distant. But I had let Jagger bring me out of my shell a little too much. It was just a reminder that I couldn't get too close to them. Jagger was hell-bent on having me in all of his classes. Fine. Bring it on.

Eating my apple, I pull out my peanut butter and Nutella sandwich and scarf it down. I had only been eating one meal a day for the past week, to try and make my dwindling groceries last.

Purple aura flashed in my mind and I shuddered. I hated relying on Larkin, the gypsy that had helped me stay hidden all these years, but I had no other choice. If The Society found out that I existed, they would not stop until I was dead.

Larkin no-showing also meant the visa card's funds hadn't been replenished.

My stomach twisted in a knot and I forced myself to swallow the rest of the sandwich. I didn't know what was worse. Larkin never coming back in my life or Larkin still being in my life.

I take big long gulps from my water bottle, trying to cure the sudden dryness in my mouth.

The door to the bathroom opened and a bunch of giggles and whispers fill the space.

Groan.

I slip my water bottle back in my bag and lean back, waiting patiently.

Hopefully, they would leave soon.

And then I catch what they're whispering.

"Yeah she's in there."

"The last one."

Shit.

I throw my hood over my precious hair and use my backpack like a shield and squeeze my eyes shut.

A whoosh sounds above me and I brace myself. A heavy splat of tomato soup lands on top of my head and I can feel it running across my back and dripping onto the tile floor.

"Keep talking to the Ares pack and you're dead meat." A voice said venomously through the stall door.

Laughter erupts from outside and footsteps run from the bathroom, leaving me alone covered in tomato soup.

I lower my bag and set it on the toilet between my feet.

My eyes burn as I clamp my teeth over my bottom lip. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not-

A tear drips down my cheek and I throw my hand over my mouth. A silent sob wracks my body.

I wasn't used to being the victim of petty school pranks like this. Being invisible had been my shield for so long. Through tear-filled eyes, I looked down at the ring on my finger. A small whine pushed its way out of my throat.