The Queen of Bloods

Chapter One. ✔️

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I look at the evil thing that's job is to shatter dreams, give you a headache, and to make you angry the moment you wake up. I believe it's called an alarm clock.

It's been two years since I shifted and was kicked out. I'm seventeen now and called 'Queen of Bloods' because if you fight me I usually kill you and I leave a queen of hearts card stabbed on a tree where I strike. I don't kill for fun though, I kill those who try to kill me and when I strike I help out my rouge friends. The packs kidnap them when they do nothing to the packs except defend themselves. The crazy, kill for fun, rouges I kill myself. Most rouges don't have a choice, thrown out. Other than that I don't do anything a normal she-wolf doesn't do. I still visit my family.

Now the wolf council says that all rouges and werewolves under the age of nineteen, have to go to 'werewolf school', basically I think they want to find a new way to torture rouges. So now I have to go to school with packers, people in packs, and rouges. I am neither, technically.

Back to now!

I destroy the screaming box with one punch. I grin evilly at the destroyed pieces. I wake up though and put on a black crop top, denim shorts, a spiky belt, a red plaid flannel shirt, black high heel like sneakers, and my golden shark tooth necklace. I put on dark red lipstick and mascara to finish my look. I look in the mirror.

We look AWESOME! Good choice, for once. It suits our whole 'Queen of Bloods' name. I flinch at the name, I know I deserve it, but really?

I know and the last time I look your fashion advice, I looked like I was crazy! You can not talk. I retort to her in my head. She's gotten sassy and it's pretty annoying.

With that I grab my black backpack and phone and ride my truck to school. I may be an orphan, but I have some money to spend thanks to my job as a waitress.

I arrive at the school. I can smell the rouges and packers. There is mostly a divide between them except the mixed mates where they had a rouge and a packer. Rouges at the left, packers at the right.

I scoff at their foolishness, we all have mixed classes and some have mixed mates. I don't have anything against packers or rouges, most assume I'm something I'm not though, so I can get a little rough.

I grab my bag and go to the office to receive my schedule. Walking on the border of the line as always, showing that I'm neither to everyone. After I get my schedule I look for the classroom.

"Rouge, did you just shove me?! You'll pay!" With that the packer punches the accused rouge in the face and kicks him where it hurts. Suddenly they're punching, kicking, even biting.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!!" I say as I get in between the two boys when the packer tries to bite the other boy's neck.

I yell in anger when he sinks his teeth in arm. Luckily I'm werewolf and my flannel shirt is around my waist. I kick him behind his knee effectively bringing him to his knees and yanking his head by the hair making him look at me.

"And here I was trying to help you. You played dirty, I thought you packers had more honor than that. Now apologize to me and the rouge." I growl at him. I hear his fellow packers growling but I pay them no mind. I know that no packer wants to apologize to anyone.

"I'm sorry for biting you but I'm not sorry for him. He started it." The boy on his knees says.

"Did you start it Tommy? Don't you dare lie to me. And I know your name because you're wearing an ID." I say tired of this already.

"Yes queen." I sigh and backhand the idiot. "I'm sorry my queen."

"What's this about queen, I didn't know rouges had a queen. And we do have honor." The packer says still on his knees I facepalm myself. I still have him pinned.