The chosen ones.

Chapter 16. (Walking on eggshells)

I see you looking at my P. I. C!  - Jessi

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Tiberah had stepped out of class for a breather, Meanwhile, back in the classroom, Dylan rushed over to Dracon. They both spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping in a jumbled mess.

"What happened to her?" Dylan asked, his gaze fixed on the door she had just exited.

"I asked you first," Dracon shot back, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"No, me," Dylan retorted, eyes widening as if he had just uncovered some deeper mystery.

"Aww, shit," they both muttered simultaneously, palming their faces in exasperation.

Dracon exhaled sharply, breaking the silence. "It's like she went from being Tiberah to Tiberah 2.0," he said, trying to make sense of the shift in her presence.

Dylan, still trying to process it, nodded. "Damn straight. I almost fell in love with her again," he admitted, half-grinning.

Dracon shot him a sharp look, the words hanging heavy in the air.

"What the hell are you looking at me like that for?"Dylan rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "I told you, at least, didn't I?"

Dracon glared at him. "Dumbass." His voice was thick with annoyance, but then he seemed to reconsider. "Could it be because of the changes? You know... her transition?" he asked, his tone serious now.

Dylan squinted, as though thinking it over. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." He then smirked, his gaze flickering to Dracon. "Looks like there's still some leftover knowledge in that head of yours."

Dracon, clearly irritated, punched him lightly in the arm. "Shut up."

Meanwhile,.....

far away in a place unknown, a shadowy figure moved stealthily, its presence barely noticeable. Coming to a halt, it took a slow, deep breath before releasing it, a wicked smile curling on its lips. "It's almost time," it muttered, voice dripping with malice. A dark laugh followed, low and menacing.

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Back at Colony 6.....

Ryan's mind was in turmoil. His conscience gnawed at him, and his wolf kept growling low in his chest. Running a hand through his hair for what felt like the 750,000th time, he muttered, "Oh, come on. What's the deal anyway?"  She pushed me to the wall first!" His frustration mounted as his thoughts replayed maelle pushing him to his limits. It was frustrating, confusing, and strangely... enticing.

From the other room, Violet's voice cut through his thoughts, her tone sharp. "Pushing her back to the wall would've been better than insulting her that way, dipshit." She didn't miss a beat, her words laced with unfiltered honesty. "And please, get yourself out of here. Your sadness and anxiety are choking me."

Ryan scoffed, not even sparing a glance in her direction. "Thanks a lot for the comfort, Vi." His sarcasm was thick. And there was hint of frustration in it.

Violet smirked, unbothered. "You're welcome," she called out, her voice light as she continued filing her nails. Violet was the only wolf-human who had long, perfectly manicured nails that didn't fade, whether in human or wolf form. It was just part of her, something that set her apart.

Ryan stood up from the bed, grabbing his car keys with a sigh. His thoughts were still tangled in the events with Tiberah, but he needed to get away. He left the room, and arrived at the living room meeting Violet's amused gaze as she looked up at him, still working on her nails.