This is Book One in "The Wars of Ivory White" series and it is COMPLETE!!!
Thrust into an unknown world that had only lived in myth, Tracy Evans finds herself mated to a werewolf, Protector of innocents, and on the hit list of an ancient witch.
Exc...
Tiffany was seething. First, she had been distracted from her goal of getting Jack, the Alpha's son, to come with her to her daddy's private beach by some skank. Then that skank ended up sitting next to "her" man in class. No one challenges her and comes away unscathed especially not a human. Plastering a fake smile on her face she grabs a couple of ketchup and mustard packets.
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^Tiffany Duvall^
"Well hello there." Tiffany says with malice anticipation to the new girl.
Tracy looks up with a resigned yet bored expression which pissed Tiffany off even more. Tracy expected that plastic Barbie was going to want revenge with witnesses. Noticing the girl holding her hands behind her back while a group of her Barbie friends stood back with gloating smirks while recording the confrontation with their phones. Tracy sighs figuring that they were going to somehow ruin her outfit with either a soda or some condiments. Luckily she had prepared thanks to the impending thunder storms that were moving into the area later.
"One second," she says holding a hand up while reaching into her back pocket. Standing up she pulls out a purple folded piece of plastic. Shaking it a few times, the plastic unfolds revealing a rain poncho with a hood. Putting it on, Tracy makes a show of settling back into her seat behind the table. Taking a long sip of her remaining soda, she pushes it to the side, folds her hands, then looks back up at the stunned face before her.
"Now. What was that?" Tracy asked with a deadpan tone.
"Who the fuck walks around with a damn poncho?" Tiffany asks mockingly.
Tracy doesn't respond.
"Listen you little..." Tiffany said, her voice dripping with venom.
"Nope." Tracy interjected causally.
Tiffany stopped puzzled she turned to look at her minions who just shrugged.
"What?"
"I said, 'nope.' I'm not going to listen to you because you aren't going to say something I need to hear so therefore do as you must and let's move on with it."
Nobody moved trying to comprehend what was happening.
"Whelp..." Tracy said rising to her feet, "since you lack the basic skills to carry on an intelligent conversation, I must bid you good day because I have class."
Tracy started to leave. Stopping she turned to face a now fuming Tiffany while the whole cafeteria looked on in silent anticipation.
"I am not your enemy. Do not become mine," Tracy warned in a low voice, with that she exited while the quiet broke with chaotic whispers.
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Chemistry was Tracy's last class of the day. While she was really good with math and most other subjects, Chemistry wasn't a strong point. She hated it.
