Play Nice

Ch 1

Amy

I easily walk down the hallway towards my second class with my books in my arms. My long blonde hair is swaying down my back and my heels make clicking sounds with every step I take.

"You're gunna meet our mate today!" My wolf, Cassie sings happily.

I roll my eyes at her happy voice.

"Please. I'm 18 and if I haven't met her in the past 2 years its not gunna happen." I tell her realistically.

And it was true. Usually if a wolf didn't find their mate in the first year and a half it was likely the distance between them was too great. That was the exact reason after I graduated I had planed on traveling so I could find her. Well I hoped it was a her. Boys were gross to look at and they had no manners.

I much preferred the soft female flesh and luscious lips. Not everything was about sex and food. And when I got tired of fingers a dildo worked just as well as the real thing without the risk of pregnancy. It was more than that however that made me lesbian, I honestly wanted something more then a quick fuck in the janitors closet. Boys at this age were too immature for anything serious and honestly, I genuinely didn't like men.

Fists hitting flesh meets my finely tuned wolf ears and I glance at the clock. The late bell will ring in a minute and the halls are already becoming empty. To heck with it. No one goes to math anymore anyway right?

I pick up my pace in the direction of the assault and when I round the corner I see where it's coming from. Stan Reeds, the school gay, is being held against a locker and the entire football team is surrounding him and taking turns as they beat the crap out if him. For some reason my wolf doesn't like that and she growled in my head.

"Kill them Amy." She orders me in an almost desperate voice.

Me and my wolf may not be the best pair but I love her and we usually get along well enough. Instead of wasting more time and asking why I clear my throat loudly.

"Is it pick on the weaker wolf day and no one told me? Im hurt guys." The boys from my pack all whip around to see me as I bend over and gently lay my books on the floor. "Can I join?" I ask hopefully.

They all back away from Stan and I see his nose is cracked and he's going to have one heck of a shiner tomorrow.

The stupidest steroid popper nods happily and goes to hit Stan again. "Sure Amy!" He chirps happily.

A second before his fist hits Stan's face I easily catch it and with a little force I twist his wrist around until it snaps like old leather. The crack is heard all down the hallway and I swear I saw a few of them go green.

"Next one to lay I finger in Stan gets this treatment but to their dick." I threaten in a sweet voice.

Now I'm sure they're all green because, as if controlled by some greater force, they all clutch at their mouths and run for the nearest bathroom... which was the woman's bathroom.

I heard the sound of pylon before I turned back to Stan, who had sunken to the floor and was now clutching at his bloody nose.

"Common pup," I say offering my hand to Stan, "lets get you cleaned up."

Stan slowly takes my hand and the second our skins touch its like I was zapped with lightning and tingles are shooting clear up and down my arm.

"Mate! Mate! Mate!" My wolf is screaming in my head loudly with each beat of my heart.

"Ok I get it! Now shut it!" I scream back as I clutch at the boys hand. He had gone to let go when, I'm assuming, he felt the sparks as well so I was the only thing between him and a nasty concussion.