Awakened [Book 1 - The Wolf Shifter Academy]

~Chapter 2~

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MR. GALESTORM yapped on and on about the importance of punctuality as Nyx and Jessamine stood in front of the class. Nyx just rolled her eyes - which kinda hurt due to her unexplained super sensitive senses being suspiciously enhanced - sighing at the hypocrisy.
Mr. Galestorm was never on time for his own class, but he always managed to run his mouth, scolding anyone who rebelled towards him or the school's conduct.
He's one to talk. He barely follows the school's rules either. Maybe I should call the police for his lack of punctuality.
She said inwardly, crossing her arms, her senses still hyper-aware.
Jessamine, on the other hand, sweated profusely as he scolded her too. She hated being the centre of attention, much like Nyx.
"Do I make myself clear?" When none of them answered, he repeated himself again. "I asked, do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, Mr. Galestorm." He grunted in response and dismissed them both.
"We should be scolding you for your lack of punctuality too." Nyx muttered under her breathe, Jessamine snickered softly.
"Have something to share with the class?" He asked, crossing his arms.
She turned to face the teacher.
"No, sir." She said.
"That's what I thought."
She rolled her eyes again, wincing.
I should stop doing that!
Mr. Galestorm was one of her worst teachers.
He always found a way to make her life miserable.
Being late wasn't just one of them.
He once accused her for cheating on the science exam. His exact words were, "her marks are 'suspiciously' too good."
The other teachers were shocked at his accusation - just to teach him a lesson, ironically - they showed him her marks in her other subjects. He shut up after he found out that Nyx was just a very hard worker.
Nyx sat down, followed by Jessamine.
They took out their books, Jessamine leaning in.
"He is the worst of the worst. He clearly beat Mr. Jones in that department." She said, shaking her curly head.
Mr. Jones was the principle of Evernight High and not really the brightest soul. Although lacking a brain, he still made life hard for everyone.
Even his teachers paid the price for his stupidity.
Nyx exhaled a hard breathe, tucking a palm under her chin to rest.
"This is going to take forever."

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She remained silent the whole trip home whilst her brother drove. He hadn't spoken much either, not that Nyx could blame him.
The silence was luckily comfortable and not totally awkward.
Those drives were the worst, even worse than Mr. Galestorm and his nut case friend and employer, Mr. Jones.
She heard her brother sigh, his knuckles white from clenching the steering wheel, too hard.
"How was school?" He asked, reluctant.
Nyx waited a moment to answer, thinking.
"Fine. Just my senses playing up."
Her brother only nodded, and stayed quiet for a moment before asking, "Why?"
Nyx shrugged her stiff shoulders. "I honestly don't know. Probably just the full moon coming soon."
Nikolai didn't seem that convinced, but he remained silent.
After five minutes or so, he spoke again.
"Oh, yes. Aunty Rosemary gave some more of the herbal remedy. But if I may, she wasn't pleased. She said that you're going through the stuff much faster than what she can make them."
Her brother said.
Nikolai, the golden child, had finished school the year before, unlike Nyx, he attended the Evernight Magic High school. He was planning on studying further, but he decided to work at the Coven for a bit first.
"Thank you." Was all she said.
Nikolai turned into a secluded dirt road, the tiny pebbles crunching under the pressure of the wheels.
Their house finally blooming in sight, the forest hiding most of the beige colored house.
Maybe just a little bit, since it was still slightly visible.
The patio was small, decorated with flower pots of different kinds of flowers. For the life of Nyx, she never remembered their names.
They were tiny and purple, mainly used among the witches. Some where red, which she knew were roses and some poppies.
Do not ask Nyx for what their purpose were,
she never knew either.
"It's witches business, do not meddle."
Her mother always used to say.
A hand shook Nyx out of her thoughts.
"What are you thinking about?" Her brother asked.
She shook her head, shrugging his hand off her shoulder.
"Nothing."
She grabbed her bag and exited the car, leaving her brother behind.
She entered the house, the smell of different spices and herbs assaulted her nose.
She heard her mother busying herself in the kitchen.
She's home early.
Her mother was never home early.
"Mom, we're home." Nyx shouted to her mother.
Her mother didn't answer back, but Nyx didn't mind.
Why would she after the morning's little quarrel?
She headed upstairs towards her bedroom, ready to do her homework.
Upon entering her room, she changed her clothes and set her table up.
A knock sounded on her door.
"Come in."
The door clicked open, her brother standing by the doorway.
"What is it?" She asked, her voice strained.
"Mom said that she'll be here in about ten minutes. Apparently we are having some guests over." He gestured towards his phone.
Wait! If mom said that she'll be here in ten minutes then who was in the kitchen?
Panic rushed through her, she ran past Nikolai and rushed to the kitchen. Getting her wolf's hypersensitive senses ready, she slowly stalked towards the kitchen.
Her brother followed suite.
He whispered. "What's wrong with you?"
She shook her head, gesturing for him to remain silent.
He grabbed her shoulder when she tried to move off.
She shrugged him off and turned to face him.
"Stop it!"
Nikolai looked behind her.
"Oh. Hey, dad." Nyx turned around so fast that she almost knocked her father over.
"Dad!" She said. "What are you doing here?"
He only shrugged.
"Mom called and said that we're having guests over and that I should be home early."
So dad was in the kitchen and not an intruder.
Besides, which sane intruder would ever make a meal before stealing?
Crazy, right?
Just to ensure that everything was in place and that she was not paranoid, she entered the kitchen, allowing her wolf senses to overwhelm her.
It checks out, no one other than her father entered the kitchen, except for the slight floral scent of her mother that touched every corner of the kitchen.
She breathed out in relief.
"Thank goodness. Now, I did not need to kick someone's ass and teach them a lesson on leaving other people's shit alone."
"You thought that there was an intruder?"
Her father asked, amused.
She smiled slightly and turned to face her father.
"Well, it's not everyday that I see my father in the kitchen. 'Cause mom is the only one in here most of the time."
Her father chuckled.
"No offense taken to that."
"But it's true, dad. You don't ever enter the kitchen unless you need your afternoon tea."
He chuckled again, shaking his salt and peppered head.
"That's true, my love. That's true."
They shared a last smile before they heard the front door banging shut.
"Malachi, I'm home." Her mother shouted out. "I see the children are here, so that's good."
Her mother entered the kitchen but stopped when she saw Nyx. An awkward silence followed, Nyx didn't know what to say.
"How was school?" Her mother asked, less reluctant than her brother.
"It was alright. Mr. Galestorm was just being an- " she stopped to think of a word, any word to describe her favorite teacher.
Note the sarcasm.
"- ass."
Her father completed.
The perfect word to describe him, but not what she wanted to say.
"Language, Malachi." Her mother scolded.
Her mother didn't like swearing, much less hearing anyone around her swear.
Even if it was a simple swear word, something not too bad, she still lost her mind.
Her father just winked and left the kitchen, giving a chaste kiss to his wife.
"Hi, my love." He said before disappearing.
Nyx stood still, unmoving. She wasn't sure what to do or say, so she decided to leave.
Her mother's voice stopped her from leaving.
"Your father and I would like to talk to you about something later. But it can wait until our guests leave. Ok?"
She nodded her head, turning to her mother.
"Ok."
Her heart pounded.
What did they want to speak about? Was it because of what happened the morning or something else?
Were they considering giving her up to another family?
That couldn't be it, could it?
Question after question entered and exited her mind, a pounding headache forming at the intensity of each question.
They wouldn't do that, right?
Not after eighteen years?
Relax.
Another voice spoke.
Avery?
She had not heard her wolf's voice for a while, she almost forgot what it sounded like.
Oh, please. You couldn't possibly think of forgetting me. It's not in your nature.
Avery commented, snarkily might she add.
But it's in your nature?
Her wolf scoffed.
Sorry.
Nyx rolled her eyes.
When Nyx was in her wolf form, she allowed Avery to take over - to control her.
What Nyx didn't know was that Avery had forgotten what a wild rabbit looked like and started chasing their neighbor's cat, or she pretended to forget just for sadistic amusement.
The cat literally died of fright.
Their neighbor - Mrs. Josephine, an elderly lady - came to give them a photo of Mr. Pokiwoki, claiming that she had lost him.
Nyx felt so bad but didn't speak up about the fact that she caused poor Mr. Pokiwoki's death.
Settling on her bed, she contemplated doing her homework. Her stomach was in nauseating knots and it was hard to concentrate on anything school related.
"Damn it!" She yelled, throwing her pillow at the opposite wall of her room.
Before it could fall, it levitated for a second before dropping softly to the floor.
She stared hard at the fallen pillow.
What the...
"You know, you might dent the wall with the force of that throw. Even if it was, my dear sister, just with the pillow." Her brother said, standing smug inside her room.
Did he- did he just come in uninvited?
That was Nyx's number one rule and he broke it, obliterated it.
"Nikolai!" She jumped up, ready to throw him out. He threw his hands up in surrender.
"Sorry, sis. Mom just sent me to come fetch you." She threw him a quizzical stare.
He arched an eyebrow.
"The guests, silly."
Oh.
Nyx was in no mood for guests, her foul mood and the poor, thankfully unscathed wall were already proof of it.
She was hardly dressed for the little get together and hardly ready to meet other people.
She wasn't really a people's person, the only exception was school since she was supposed to be surrounded by people. But not today. Not now.
Her brother gave her a look that screamed murder. Her mother would kill her if she didn't show herself to the guests.
She sighed.
"Fine!" She threw her hands up in defeat.
What do I have to lose anyway?
She asked inwardly.
Your dignity.
"Oh, shush." Stupid wolf.
Nikolai left her to get ready, simply dressing into a black sundress that came straight to her knees and her favorite white sneakers. She left her hair loose, not in the mood to style her long, wild hair.
She didn't bother to apply make-up and opted for just some lipgloss and her berry scented perfume.
She left her room, nausea bubbling in her stomach.
She hated crowds and her mother knew that.
It felt like she was thrown into the deep side of a pool, scrambling to stay a float.
She made it to the bottom of the stairs, music blared in the corner of their big house. There weren't many guests, maybe about thirty, maybe forty people.
She shook her head.
Be it as it may, she still hated crowds, that's final. However, the scents she received from the guests were awfully strange.
Supernaturals.
She knew it had to be. Her sense of smell never lied.
She scented the smell of herbs and a hint of magic, the familiar smell of witches. She registered the scent easily, since her mother was a witch. There were also the earthy smell of the forest and the underlying scent of a wolf.
Werewolves.
Werewolves had their personal scent, but no matter the scent of the human counterpart, they still carried the scent of forest and wolf.
So in actual fact, a werewolf's scent could be something like, wild flowers, forest and wolf.
The faeries smelt of magic and the different seasons they belonged to. For example, a Spring faerie smells of magic and flowers or fruit. A Winter faerie smells of magic and snow - not that a person could really smell what snow smells like, but you get the idea. Although, there are three powerful fae families - Eternal Guardians - in the Faerie Realm namely, the Solar Court, the Lunar Court and the Starlight Court.
Their scents were stronger and almost smelt pure, like royalty. The Eternal Guardians were the only fae who had wings - golden for the Solar Court, silver for the Lunar Court and white for the Starlight Court. She always wanted to meet the Eternal Guardians - not to smell them, of course - in person and to feel what it felt like to be in their presence.
Vampires, on the other hand, had a sickly sweet scent about them. They lured anyone, including supernaturals, to their inevitable death. They were almost like sirens, except they drank blood and didn't sing songs to lure anyone their particular watery death.
She had scented one or two of them at the little supernatural get together. She didn't hate them, she just didn't particularly like being in the presence of one of them.
She decided to head outside for some fresh air, the different scents assaulting her nose, paralyzing her in a way.
She headed for the veranda, the cool air fresh against her flustered skin. She breathed in the air, relishing the feel of it in her lungs. She gazed at the 'almost' full moon.
Two more days and then she will turn wolfy with no sense of control.
Her skin itched for the chance to shift again, but the full moon shifts were the worst and possibly dangerous if there was a passerby - an innocent human. A werewolf had no control whatsoever on the full moon, making werewolves the most dangerous supernatural being.
Anyone, even supernaturals, could be mauled to death if in the presence of a rogue wolf.
A small shiver ran down her spine, the feeling of being watched prominent. She rubbed her arms, fighting the urge to turn and spot the person or supernatural.
She groaned and started to head back inside. However, she didn't particularly remember the wall being anywhere near her and bumped into it. Sparks traveled on the skin that were exposed.
What the...
She felt the person's hands travel to the clothed areas of her outfit.
Strange.
She followed the arms of the guy and spotted beautiful chocolate brown eyes staring hard at her, his disheveled hair waving in the soft breeze.
He looked to be older than Nyx by one or two years, but she couldn't be sure.
The cinnamon, forest and underlying wolf smell wafted off from him.
Werewolf.
"Uh, hi." Her voice croaked, she quickly cleared it. There was something about the guy that set her on edge, sort of like a connection, a connection she couldn't explain.
His mouth opened for a moment but then he shut it immediately, letting go of her rather harshly.
"Sorry if I scared you." With that he walked away.
Nyx's mouth dropped open.
He bumps her, or she bumped him, and then he acts all strange and walks away.
Asshole!
She screamed internally. She waited for her wolf to comment on the shrewd behavior of the guy, but no response followed.
Her wolf was M.I.A and that was never a good thing. She searched for her in her mind but she couldn't find Avery, her connection faded.
Avery? Where are you?

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[Edited]
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