Warrior Wolf

Chapter 20

Mate.

Kahmilla whispered in my head

Mate?

Ive heard that word before.. but what is it again?

I look up at the boy through my lashes, who was currently wearing a smirk on his gorgeous face.

Cole.

I ignore his question and awkwardly sit up from the ground, noticing an ache in my shoulder. Great. I subconsciously rub it, Cole notices and hesitantly reaches down a hand to help me up. I stare at him and wonder if he's being genuine. When he doesnt pull his hand away i decide he is and reach mine out to meet his, butterflies dancing in my tummy. But when my hand doesnt move, i look towards it and see its still stuck in my wet bag.

I feel warmth erupt in my cheeks as i quickly pull my hand out and reach towards Cole only to see his hand has moved and is now fisted at his mouth as he attempts to hold back his snickers.

My cheeks flame as i hurridly pull the plastic cup out, zip my bag up and stand to my feet on my own.
I push past Cole, my arm brushing past his top as he moves out of the way and drag my ruinned bag along with me. Damn jerk, I make my strides long, in a hurry to get away. Just as im about to turn the corner i hear him call out after me

"Cute bra, peanut."

I scrunch my eyebrows together and look down, is he talking about my bra? 
I get my answer quickly as i stare at my white uniform top which is drenched and now see through with my lacy blue bralette on display. I quickly cross an arm over my chest and spin on my heels and have my other hand held up with my index finger pointed and ready to accuse Cole and give him a piece of my mind

"PERV- "

I stop my words as i see he isnt there anymore, and that im the only person in the hallway. My finger drops to my side and i turn back around slowly.
An eerie coldness setles over me as i stand alone, and i swallow a lump in my throat i didnt notice before.
I head straight to the office to sign out, and call Maria to pick me up.
I cant be at school looking like this, and all my papers destroyed.
Who am i kidding, i shouldnt even be at school with this whole fainting fiasco going on with me at the moment.  I dont think ill come back till its over.

I go and sit on the stairs outside of the school as i wait for my ride, push my brief interaction with Cole to the back of my mind and think about my strange vision.

They're coming for you..

The words kept replaying over and over in my head. Coming for me? Who? When?
I feel so numb thinking about it. So much has happened and I feel such a heavy weight on my shoulders. Auroras face appears in my mind, I take in a swift breath of air and grasp at my throat thinking about her final moments and how quickly her life came to an end at the hands of her own kind. How could they turn on a child? Thinking about being trapped under the glassy ice, my breathing starts to escalate bringing up my own memories of being trapped in the water. Will this also be my fate?

I'm distracted from my thoughts as the roar of our rolls Royce pulls up besides me. I look around and hold a hand over my heart still beating fast from my nearly panic attack, grab my soggy bag and jump in the back.
I slide onto the cool leather seats, buckle my seatbelt and request to Maria that we take the long route home. Maria agrees, I think she can see my frustration as she doesn't pry into why I'm coming home early again and why I'm wet, we drive in silence. Time passes slowly as we go through town, few people walk around running errands, going about their daily business. I watch a little girl and her mother walk hand in hand each with an ice-cream, the little girl jumps up and down and points at a fluffy pink teddy bear in the window of one of the shops, the mother looks fondly down at her daughter and tucks stray pieces of hair behind the young girls ear and they walk into the toy store together. Their normality calms my buzzing mind and distracts me from my own crazy life. We continue to drive as the shops get less and less and are replaced more by forestry. We come to the end of the town, sun shinning down brightly on the road and filtering down through the trees, things wiz by but I can still see everything in great detail as if we were hardly moving at all. I sigh, glad to be out of school and on my way home. We are completely out of town and getting closer to being home when I see a small group of people huddled and walking in the opposite direction we are driving. There are three guys and two girls. They look dirty and ragged, hair sprawled, and wearing ripped, worn, clothing. As we get closer they turn their heads towards our car, when we drive by things feel like they slow down.
I stare through my windows and their seemingly black eyes connect with mine. Shivers run down my spine as the blackness of my windows seem to disappear under their gazes. A twinge of fear streams through my blood as I stare at one of the guys who has no hair and a large scar that runs from the top of his eye down his face and onto his neck. I continue to stare at him as we drive, he tilts his head to the side and grins wide, and I swear as we get further and further away, that I saw a glint of razor sharp teeth. I shake the thought from my head and sink into my seat.
I can't wait to get home.