The Hidden Princess (a werewolf story)

Chapter 2// Punishments

Emma's POV

Why the hell do I have to have school on my birthday?!

Couldn't it have been on a weekend or something? Now I am ultimately screwed! I will have no chance to gain control over the bloodlust I will experience or the physical change. By 11:23 today I will officially be a royal. But that also means that at 11:23 today I will be almost completely unable to hold in my true nature.

Just before walking into school I mentally decide that I will have to go to the bathroom in the middle of class in order to keep my control.

As the swinging doors give way to my entrance the noise of my classmates hits me like a barrier. Everyone is buzzing with chatter at the latest beating or disappearance. Yet, unlike normal schools, no one seems to be happy in the slightest. No laughter is heard. No smiles litter the grimy hallway. Just like me, everyone seems to be aware of why they are here and what will happen to them eventually.

Yet for some strange reason, they just continue going about their everyday lives as though nothing is off. Kids are still sprinting to make it to first-period maths. Teachers are still reminding us to hand in our homework. Smaller guys are still tripping over the bigger ones.

Except if you look closely you can see the differences. The kids aren't sprinting because they want to get to class. They're sprinting out of fear of what would happen if they didn't. Teachers aren't friendly reminding us about homework, they're threatening us with a razor-sharp ruler made of silver and pearly white fangs. Smaller guys are tripping over the bigger ones, yet the brutes just help them up. We know that we're in the same boat, with the same cruel fate. So what's the point in creating stereotypes that with come to nothing?

I walk past all of these things like they are completely normal for me, which they actually are. Every day I have seen the same things happening, the same people running, the same teachers threatening. Nothing exciting has happened but nothing horrible either. It's just an endless routine where everyone is waiting to be called upon by death.

As the gloomy thought passes over my already clouded mind I feel a shoulder bump sharply into mine. My eyes immediately widen at the sudden movement and I turn back around to the way I came and see that I bumped into a boy around my age.

He looks sullen and withdrawn but beyond that, he is actually quite attractive, if you like the whole brooding sort of thing, which unfortunately I am a sucker for.

"Watch it" he mumbles, before continuing in the direction he was headed in.

Well, that wasn't very nice, even though we are in a school/slaughterhouse.

Luke's POV

I had just been debating the various ways in which I could make my escape when a small but strong figure bumped into mine. When I turn to see who it was I spot a pair of crystal blue eyes piercing mine. She looked like a typical blonde perky girl, yet I could see the ghost of something unfamiliar lurking behind her eyes.

The mixture of emotions painted across her perfectly crafted face made it seem as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and she felt nothing but fear. She looked so delicate that she was afraid of herself.

"Watch it" I mumble quickly before my gaze could linger long enough on her lips to make it weird.

She doesn't seem to notice though since I could her gaze only lingered on the back of my head for a brief moment before flicking back to the direction she was headed in.

Yet, when I attempt to hop back on my original train of thought, all I can remember is the piercing blue of her eyes.

Emma's POV