[B1] WereWolf Already in Seabrook

Smashed barriers

I hate naming Chapters

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I had no idea where I was headed, I'm new to the school and found myself wondering around a hallway. Every hall looked the same, the lockers a simple sky blue, a few bean bags in the centre of the hallway in a line and egg white walls.

Somehow, I found my way to the girls bathroom. Nobody would be in there, they'd be in class, at a club or getting ready for the debate.

Anxiety, acrimony, trepidation, my hands fastened around a sink as my breath exhilarated to an unhealthy, even animalistic speed. My panting became baleful spewing my emotions- all negative- just to overflow again before I could breathe out.

Why had I been so stupid? If I just contained my anger, like I've been doing for forty bloody years then I wouldn't be in this mess! The pack would not have seen me like that. Now they all know they're surely going to find out about my... troubled past. That make-believe The Elders came up with has already killed my chances of a pack. The closest I would've came was a friend, Wyatt, but no! The universe felt I didn't deserve that did it? The moment they find out I am alone, again. Maybe I'm better off that way, alone. Unsurprisingly, they would be better off. If I didn't decide to go to high school then none of this would be happening and it hasn't even been two days.

My life wasn't perfect, but it was simple. Simple as in I didn't have to worry. Simple because I lived alone. Simple due to the fact I hadn't wolfed out like I've done in the past days than decades!

Pure rage casted my fist behind my head for it to smash against the mirror. The shards of glass scattered along the floor but some wriggled its way in my hand. The small pieces, no bigger than an ant, lodged tightly in my wet, hot skin from anger and emotion. I gasped suddenly feeling the pain it caused me. My other hand found my damaged one before my thoughts knew what I did. It was wrapped tightly around it until my mind joined the party. Shaking, I took the makeshift belt off that was just made from pure fabric and tied it around my hand trying to stop the blood loss.

This wasn't the Wolf rage, this was me. This was all the hatred, self-loathing, even emotional abuse I've put myslef under for so many long years. This outburst was purely me, it wasn't the wolf.

"Whitney!" I heard someone call from outside the bathroom. I was whimpering slightly less from the pain but still audible. My head screamed for me to call out and get help, but my emotions took control of my body rendering me motionless. I couldn't stop quivering and letting out a squeal from pain so the person found me. The door flung open. Before I saw their face, I could hear the panic, their worry and terror replaced the atmosphere. Compared to what it was before, it was calming.

"God you're alright! After that happened you should not have left like that!" I couldn't tell who the person was that flung their arms over me but they knocked my hand. "What have you done?" They yelled more than asked.
"I'm fine." I bowed my head lower and closed my eyes because I had a feeling I knew who this person was, and I don't want them to see me like this, "It's fine. I'm going to go."
The persons arms grabbed my elbows then placed two fingers under my chin forcing me to look up. "You are going to the nurse." Wyatt stared into my eyes. He actually cared about me... he didn't have a pitiful look but a comforting one. "Where is the nurses office?" He said, his hand still holding my head up.
I placed my palm on the arm he was holding my chin up with and laughed through tears at his question.

His expression softened and I can't believe I never noticed it before. His eyes were the darkest hazel I've ever seen. Although dark, they brought life and optimism to me. His hair shone in the bathrooms light and the dark hazel faded to the blonde whisps at the tip of his hair. "Let's go." I whispered. Why did I whisper? It's not like I was afraid, I wasn't angry either. God what the hell has gotten into me?

We were walking to the nurses office- by we I mean he was trying to follow me by my side- in silence, it was a weird mixture of comfort and awkwardness. We had a while to walk as the office was on the other side of campus. "I've not seen you with your sister a lot, are you two ok?" Why do I even care about Willa? It's not like she's made an effort to be nice to me. Wyatt's hands dug deeper into his pockets before he answered. "She doesn't want me talking to you because you're 'a traitor'." Must say I'm grateful for the air quotes, "I'm still doing as she asks me, because she's my Alpha. But she's also my sister, my younger sister too. She can't dictate who I talk to." He voice was soft when explaining.

"I can't understand you." I randomly blurted out after a moment of silence. I meant to say that in my head.
"What do you mean?" Laughing, Wyatt questioned.
"When you're with me, you're caring and funny, just an all round nice person. When you're with the pack you have a sense of authority, you're also very intimidating to humans and Zombies. With Willa, you don't treat her like an Alpha eventhough it's like a rule or something you should. You talk to her a lot like an actual sister, but when a sibling was the Alphs before I was kicked out, they still treated them like an Alpha."

"Willa and I have a close relationship. Our parents died in a human attack quite a while back. It's was just us two until The Elders took pity on us and took us in. We're different than other siblings you would find in a pack. Around the pack, I need to act like that. I'm a Beta, I can't just be walked over. Lastly, you're easy to talk to, smart, funny and I must admit, intrueging and mysterious." He finished making me blush. He walked slightly diagonal towards me thinking I couldn't notice the closing gap between us let alone his body heat.

"Ask me anything you want and I'll do the same, I want to know more about you." I said. The pain from the cut was either bearable or I'd gotten used to it because we were in no hurry to arrive soon. "Hobbies?" He asked.
"Music definitely, acrobatics and reading. I'd say gardening, but I kind of have to do that."
He smiled at me while I waited for him to answer. "Art, mainly using charcoals. There's a place I go to so it, maybe I'll show you sometime." He smiled back and my stomach did flips. What's happening now? Don't tell me I'm ill too!

"What was your life like in the pack?" He questioned softly. Hesitantly, he looked into my eyes and we kept a gaze for a while until I looked away thinking of a way to get out of this situation.
"I didn't talk to anyone my own age, all too childish. I'd grown up around adults so kids stuff didn't really interest me. I'd star gaze at night from the same clearing in the forest, so when you showed me that place, I didn't recognize anything in the sky because it looked different. My parents were loving, very strong willed but knew what was best so lost some arguments to ultimately win. They'd fought against the humans-" what do I say now?, "-and- and they-they returned covered in wounds. I relentlessly told The Elders we could have peace and stop anything else happening. As a result, I was banished then heard my parents were shot at the next attack." Did that sound convincing? I really hope it did.