Unleash

Chapter One

Going back to school is hard...especially when it's second semester senior year.

I sighed and continually tapped my pencil on the desk, a strange feeling of anxiousness rising in my chest. It quickly suffocated me, making my throat close and an anxiety attack loom over me. 

The day is almost over, calm down. I breathed deeply, trying to control my erratic heartbeat. Maybe I have chest palpitations? I sighed again, wrapped my thick carmel hair up in a bun, and jabbed my pencil into it. The pencil was an easy sacrifice to make in order to stop continuously fidgeting.

I wasn't listening to the teacher, though I knew I should. It was my first day in this particular class and I was making a horrible first impression. My high school made it mandatory for students to switch some classes around every semester. I would really miss first period photography. I would borrow a camera, run outside, and take a nice long nap in my car for an hour.

"Hazel! Don't you need that to hmm I don't know, actually take notes!" Robin sarcastically pipped up from next to me. I glanced over and quickly assessed her; long blond hair, big hazel eyes and an even bigger mouth. She could and would talk someones ear off. She was named for Batman's sidekick which is ironic because she loathes anything to do with super heroes.

People say we became friend's because my name is Hazel and she has hazel eyes, but I just tell them she wouldn't leave me alone. Slightly true, but she was still my best friend; the brain to my brawn.

"Funny," I supplied and she smiled, "but school is the least important thing on my mind right now Robin." I sighed a third time and glanced at my hands. I pondered what to do with them until I decided to tap my curled fingers repeatedly on the desk. That continued until Robin cleared her throat loudly.

"Okay first of all, stop with the moving! I know you said you're a bit anxious lately, but you need to stop, I can't concentrate." Robin said and laid her hand down on mine, flattening my palm to the desk. "Second of all, why the non-caring attitude? Keep this up and you won't graduate in five months like the rest of us."

"Does graduating even matter? I have a serious case of senioritis, which can only be cured by the sweet success of failure." I stated with a grin and snatched my hand back from under Robins. I quickly folded them together in my lap. School didn't matter when my life was planned for me since birth. It's high school, then Gamma position as soon as my father retired. Everyone knew that spot had been reserved for me since my conception eighteen years ago, but they respected the decision. I have shown my capabilities as a fighter a hundred times over. Wolves respect you only once you have gained their respect; it's primal.

Gamma is third in command. The Alpha is on top, followed by the Beta. They cover most of the political aspects of packs while Gamma position is simple; keep your fighting wolves in top notch condition and stay on edge constantly.

I have always been strong; stronger than most. I've had to keep a level mind and rigid backbone. I couldn't allow myself to get pushed around because then my position would be questioned. Girls were not usually Gamma, but I was first born, naturally stronger than most wolves.

The bell rang, signaling lunch. My favorite period. I smiled, excited for the sandwich I was going to devour, and stretched out. Sitting for hours was not my forte, especially when my obnoxiously long legs got in the way. My torso is short, and my legs are long, which is the only reason I ended up slightly above average height at 5'7. I got the weird body proportions from my father and I made sure to sarcastically thank him any time it came up in conversation. 

Robin on the other hand was petite. At only 5'3 she was the kind of girl boys trip over themselves to help. A perfect damsel in distress. I was on the other end of the spectrum, above average and lithe, the perfect body for a fighter, though not as muscular as I should be; probably due to my love of junk food.