Siren -Editing-

Chapter Two

I walked the halls of the pack house, doing my best to hide my limp and ignore the stench of blood as my bandages filled up again. Father decided it was a great idea to 'upgrade' my leg right before a pack meeting.

I was just hoping no one would notice all the blood that was still trickling down my leg. I was still surprised by how father hadn't managed to kill me yet, with how much he's tried 'upgrading' me, I'm surprised that no one has noticed yet.

As I walked into the near-silent meeting hall, I caught sight of my sister looking around the already crowded room, worriedly. I walked up right behind her and poked her shoulder. She turned around and let the relief fill her features before she tensed again, noticing how pale I was.

"Lily, are you OK?" She asked as she sniffed the air. "Oh my god, you're bleeding."

I shrugged like it was no big deal, playing off my pain to ease her mind. I was lying to protect her, shouldn't it be the other way around? She accepted it and pulled me into her chest, letting me lean on her as support for my leg.

"Good thing you made it, I hate going to these things alone."

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I woke with a start, trying to ignore the fire in my nerves as I clawed my way back out of my memories. I blinked away the red spots as I sat up, running my hand through my hair the best I could between the mats and tangles that littered the back of my head. With a pained sigh, I stood from the couch I had fallen asleep on in what seemed like the pack's common room.

Father always thought that he could make the "perfect werewolf," and I was the perfect candidate as the youngest member of his pack who was easily accessible to him. My being his daughter didn't seem to make him hesitate; if anything, it encouraged him to have perfection in his bloodline.

"Lillian! Lily, you'll be late!!" Jes called for me from somewhere upstairs, waking everyone who was still asleep in their rooms. I groaned. I had, fortunately, completely forgotten about having to go to school. I walked to the base of the stairs, waiting for her to finally notice me waiting. Once she did it was like a whirlwind, I was in the bathroom and out in less than a minute in completely different clothes I had never seen before that reeked of someone else.

She did what she could with my hair to make it presentable. I wondered if she also thought I looked feral, or if her mate had said something to her about it. Neither of them would be there, with both of them being in their early twenties, so I didn't see what his opinion mattered.

I shouldn't even be there, I had turned eighteen the week before and had spent most of my life outside of buildings for years. Adjusting to pack life shouldn't mean forcing me into another building filled with people I didn't know and couldn't communicate with.

It took minutes to finally head outside. I took as large a breath as I could of the fresh morning air. I could feel Jes watching me, the worry pouring off of her in waves, before leading me towards a car pulling its key from her pocket and unlocking it with a click of a button. The moment I was in the passenger seat, her mate's scent rolled over me; he must be important to have a car that he can just give up.

The car ride was short, but I could feel every glance Jes tossed at me. I knew she was just worried about me, it had been a long time since we had been separated for any longer than it took for us to hunt for our dinner. The separation would be hard on her too, just different since she'd probably be spending most of it with her mate.

She walked me inside the building and into the front office, where a perky brunette greeted her. "Hi, how can I help you today?" The woman asked. Jes sniffed slightly, checking to see if she was a wolf while I leaned against the wall, as though I could phase into it.

"This is Lillian. You should have gotten an email from the Alpha about her? He said everything should be ready for her to come today."

The receptionist checked her computer as the bell rang for class. "I see, it seems like he matched his son's schedule with yours." She gave me a toothy smile, "Maybe, he plans on walking you around himself."

Jes gave her all of the information that was needed, making sure that she understood that I would under no circumstances talk to anyone. The woman, to her credit, assured her that she did understand and would make sure my teachers knew as well, which seemed like enough for Jes. I still had my reservations about it, the only thing that would help is the wrong person who would think that information just means that they can do anything to me with no consequences.

The receptionist printed out my schedule and handed it to me along with a map of the school, a pencil, and a copy of the school handbook with the dress code and general rules that I would be generally ignoring within an hour.

After more reassuring, she led me to my first class, talking to me about something, maybe a warning about the strictness of the no-fighting policy. She could be talking about unicorns, and I would not know there was a difference between the two. I was not paying her any mind until she opened the door and introduced me to my first of many teachers.

"This here is Lillian, she's mute, so don't expect much hassle from her." Stellar introduction from her. He looked me up and down, not bothering to hide his disgust, before motioning to the chairs behind him.

"Don't be late again," he didn't say anything else, and turned back to the board as I took the closest empty seat, praying for the day to be over already. "Alright class-" the teacher started as he finished writing something in blue. "Open the books on your desk to page 103. We will be studying rogues in literature this month, with a focus on mated rogues."

I sat on the edge of my seat, ready to run if the opportunity arose. I opened the book in front of me to see a hand-drawn picture of a wolf with rabies foam dripping from its mouth and deep red eyes glowing in the dark. I knew pack wolves didn't like rogues, but I didn't know they thought of us like that.

I gave the teacher a cold glare as he went on with the "lesson." I could feel every eye on me. I had assumed it was a mixed school with both wolves and humans, but that was not the case; otherwise, this would not have been allowed.

The guy sat next to me stared at me the most out of everyone in the room, barely taking time to take any notes on the stupid coming out of this man's mouth. His gaze felt electric, but I did nothing to meet it. I was not going to be roped into whatever this man wanted out of me

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Edited.

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