Prophecy of Two

2. Selene Lunette Kingston

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Chapter 2: Selene Kingston

I receive a text from Joe: Be at the gym tomorrow after school.

Not replying, I delete the text and carry on toward the office. The halls were mostly empty but the few students that were here smelled human. When they saw me, they hurriedly get out their phones a call whoever, muttering on about a "new student". I roll my eyes and open the glass door, the secretary jumps as if she wasn't expecting me here.

Mrs. Quarter, it read on the gold nameplate on the counter next to the decorative plant. She had a pinched up face from her hair being pulled up too tightly on her head and her makeup was cakey, very heavy. I had a hard time imagining how she managed to still keep her head up with all the added weight. Not that she was ugly, Mrs. Quarter is beautiful and would be more so if she just unveiled herself from her mask. I questioned to myself why such a young-- twenty-something-- would have this much gunked on herself.

"Hello, you must be...?" She draws off, picking up three files off her desk behind the counter.

"Selene Kingston," I supply her, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Shouldn't she already know my name? I had to send a picture for my student ID.

"Ah yes, I'm sorry. We surprisingly have more than one new student this year," she explains.

"I thought I had sent my picture in a week ago, it did get in, right?" I ask, feeling slightly annoyed. This is the best school in the country and they can't even keep track of a photo? "I did put my name on the back of it, like you asked."

Mrs. Quarter blushes a bright red, barely seen from underneath her makeup. She finds my folder and hands me my schedule, "I can have a student give you a tour--"

"--no. I'm perfectly fine," I cut her off, turning on my heel. Shoving the glass door open, I let out a frustrated sigh. I hurry to my locker and pull it open, shoving notebooks and paper inside.

I still had a good thirty minutes before people started milling in. The school was humongous; six floors, two libraries, one big gym, one big cafeteria, and one big auditorium. My first class was on the fifth floor and there was an option of the elevator or the stairs. Stubbornly, I take the stairs three at a time with the help of my werewolf strength. I find my class easily, Studio 512A, the floors were a slick hardwood and the mirrors went down to the floor. No one was here, which wasn't odd, but it was unlocked...

Dropping my things into a cubby, I inhale the room's air. I'm not sure how I feel about this school, it was for the best of the best. You take a test to even qualify. In the beginning, I wanted nothing to do with this school. It meant leaving home and leaving everything behind. Then I thought about how going here would just give me a chance to start anew. It wasn't as bad as I first thought.

If my father hadn't of died, I wouldn't be here. My mom was no better, the loss of her mate stripped her of her life. She died soon after him. To make matters worse, my whole pack was overrun with rogues. Without the help of the Beta Mark, I'd be dead, along with countless others. When I was old enough to live on my own, I left; no note, no goodbye. I think, in a way, he knew I'd run like a bat out of hell when I got the chance. We weren't close, he was one of the unfortunate Were's to survive after their mate passes. I would understand if he blamed my family for his loss. He understood my loss though, I had lost a father, a mother, a pack, a sister...

I've only been in town for two weeks and already have a job at the uptown gym. Joe had been reluctant to give such a position to a girl, let alone a teenager-- barely nineteen. He was a little unnerved by me, just as Mrs. Quarter was, it was not everyday a girl comes in demanding a job application, that might or might not have been open. I don't know what it was about me that gave people the jitters. Was it because I barely spoke-- and when I did-- it was all seriousness? The barely there emotions on my face?

I had been through a lot; familyless at the age of eleven, living with a cold distant beta, watching a pack die just as easily as it could have risen back up. My wolf talked me into going to the school, said it would, "Give me a new change in scenery and help open my horizon". I tried not to scoff at that, but listened anyway since she was the "adult" in the relationship between human and wolf. Plus, I cancelled out any other wolves going to this school, it wasn't likely they would go to such a place.

There was a dressing room next to the cubbies, so I find the locker with my name on it and toss in my day clothes, putting on my ankle tights, a tank, my flats, and keeping on my sports bra. I remember to take my phone out, I pick the playlist and stuff the earbuds in my ears. Walking back out, I shake out my limbs before closing my eyes and breathing slowly.

The movements were easy, slow at first and there were moments that were made for big things, like leaps and dance steps. It was easy to fall bored with the music but when it reached the middle... it took over your whole body and it just... made you want to scream out. I fell into my own world, spinning, moving... I was breathing.

You'd think, being a wolf, I wouldn't be very flexible. The thing was, flexibility came in all shapes and sizes, my spine was the easiest part. I believe it's because when wolves stretch out as we run or jump over things, it passes along to the human body. I could be wrong but then no would have an excuse to not being flexible.

I didn't hear the door open nor did I hear the woman clapping loudly until the music stopped. Blinking rapidly, I pull out my buds-- almost tearing out my earrings-- and exhale. "I didn't hear you come in," I say, my words sounding like an accusation.

An accusation, she struggled to brush off, "Sorry. I--" She recomposes herself, remember that she was the adult. "I'm Ms. Temp. Hayley Temp. Everyone calls me Hayley in this class," Ms. Temp says as if I had to, which I wouldn't-- out of mutual respect.

Nodding, "You can call me Kingston, Ms. Temp." I look her over, taking notice on how stick skinny she was. Her collar bone and cheekbones were the most prominent thing about her. Not her pixie cut, dull blonde hair with brown roots showing at the base of her skull, not even her big round blue eyes. She reminded me of a mouse. A small, fragile mouse.

She looked uncomfortable under my gaze and I realize I was squinting at her, in a scrutinizing way. "Well, Ms. Kingston, class will be starting in about five minutes. You can start stretching... if you want."

Scolding myself for letting the alpha in me come out, it always manages to sneak out and blend in with my human. It wasn't my wolf, but it was the-- you could say-- instinct behind my wolf, that came out. My wolf has as much control over it as I did. None.

You can take the wolf out of the alpha but not the alpha out of the wolf.

Ms. Temp comes back out of her office just as the bell rings and the students pile into her studio. Many of them stare at me, not expecting a bright haired redhead in their class. Most of them were girls, but there were three boys; all tall, lean, and fairly good looking.

I have to fist my hands and dig them into my palms to keep myself from rolling my eyes and skipping the class. Nothing could push my control, not something I could easily control, and this, this I could do.

As the stares never wavered, I couldn't stop myself from thinking the very slightest, no matter how small the thought was; that this wouldn't have happened if I wasn't a werewolf. If I wasn't born into a hierarchy.

If only I were normal.

I breath in, my lungs heavy and my heart heavier. I push away the feelings and place the stoic mask back on my face, hardening my green eyes.

The burning gazes quickly leave my being and I could hear some of them gulp as I fix a glare at them.

I could control this.