The Siren Song

Chapter 3

Or rather, Werewolves.

They hadn't noticed my presence yet, I lightly grabbed Charlotte's arm, ready to turn and flee without being noticed. However, the Fates seemed to be working against me because one of the males tilted his head and sniffed discreetly at the air. His eyes snapped in our direction, locking on to Charlotte. Charlotte gasped quietly. I glanced between them, frowning. Odd.

She quickly turned to me, eyes pleading to leave. I nodded slightly before seizing her elbow and leading her in the other direction. I heard a low growl and glanced back at the group of wolves. The male was watching Charlotte with a longing gaze. Then, without warning, His eyes flicked over in my direction. His eyes widened, confusion flitting over his features, before his eyes narrowed in distaste. He turned slightly to talk to his companions. I turned back to face the direction I was heading. As I continued, I felt the icy glare of nine pairs of hostile eyes on my retreating back.

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I couldn't pay attention in History. I felt the stare of the three werewolves burn a hole into my back. Every time I shifted in my seat or moved my hair, I felt the tension in the room double. I was glad Charlotte had Geography at this moment. She would be a nervous wreck if she could feel the heavy tension. I was curious about the encounter in the hallway; the tall male wolf had looked at her in such longing. I knew Charlotte had seen the look too. I wondered quietly why she reacted so strangely. She's never one to run away.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the ringing of the bell for the next class. I gathered my things, ignoring the glowering looks from the Wolves behind me. My next class was on the top floor. I made my way out the door and towards the back stairwell leading up to the Art classroom.

I was so deep in thought that I never noticed the three hulking wolves loitering in the stairwell.

"You need to leave, Siren."

I swallowed my surprise, immediately becoming alert. The tall male wolf was glaring at me, flanked by two other males, who looked strikingly similar. Brothers, perhaps? They both were muscular and bulky, fists clenched at their sides. The tall male wolf stood tall and proud, though slightly more relaxed posture. His arms were folded, lips pursed and his eyes a stone cold glare. He stood slightly in front of the other two, indicative of his superiority.

The situation was dangerous. I was in an isolated area, with three male wolves. Warrior wolves. I had nobody else to rely on. I squashed the rising panic and mimicked his posture, chin raised defiantly.

"You will not order me around, wolf. I have been here for ten years. YOU are infiltrating MY territory."

The leader narrowed his eyes and growled loudly.

"You do not belong here. You will leave, whether it be on your own terms - Or our terms. You will not defy us."

I could hear the command behind the words. Any fear that I felt was quickly replaced by anger. I felt the familiar tug of my human façade slipping, revealing the face of my true form. Siren.

My canines elongated and sharpened along with the rest of my teeth. My ears became elfin like, while my eyes narrowed and slanted downwards in angry sneer. My lip curled upward into a sadistic smirk. I watched as their staunch posture faltered, taking a step back, eyes warily on me.

"You dare command me, Pup!? Your orders may work on your pitiful pack, but never think that I will submit to you!" I sniffed the air. "You do not even have the scent of an Alpha. If your Alpha has a problem with my presence, let him deal with it."

I snickered at their shocked faces, before pushing past them, towards the stairwell exit.

"Never send a puppy, to do a Man's work"

With that, I slammed the door shut, ignoring the angry growl that reached my ears.

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"Where were you!? Your twenty minutes late to class, Sloane!"

I ignored Charlotte and focused on the person in front of me. Lee? Leon? Liam? Liam, that's it. Liam's head was tilted to the side, concentrating on the sketchbook in his hands. His sandy blonde hair was long, almost shoulder length. The white t shirt he wore was tight, moulding to his muscular arms, his tan skin, coloured like golden sand. I could smell the sea, my home kingdom lingering on the pores of his skin. I could sense the blood rushing through his veins. I wondered what it would feel like to just let the human façade slip, only for a moment, while I sink my teeth-

"SLOANE!"

I snapped out of my day dream and looked guiltily at Charlie. The blood craving was getting worse.

"I'm sorry? Did you say something?"

She gave me a funny look. "The bell rung almost two minutes ago. You've been staring at Lenny Mueller for the last twenty minutes. Personally, I think you can do much better, but, hey, whatever toots your Siren horn."

I blushed. Oops Not Liam then. "Oh um-"

"Anyway, while you were off in La La land, we were invited to a party on Friday night."

I just nodded, not paying attention. I was beginning to regret losing control in the confrontation against the wolves. The closer I was to my true form, the stronger my craving for blood.

Looking at Charlotte, I knew that was going to be a huge problem.