The Moon Files: Rogue Situation

I watch them as they move down the hallway, dripping with presence and the boys radiating power even the humans can subconsciously feel as they watch too, drawn to them.
She must have left out the part that she was apart of this 'elite werewolf high school gang'.

Isla Carter-in her sunshine glory.
Lyra Medina-calm and annoyingly gorgeous, even with a hundred eyes on her. We roll our eyes at each other when they meet.

And the others, who I've learnt their names through rumors and whispers in the bathroom on the second floor of the lab building-that's where all the gossip happens. Written on the walls too.

Eli Nolan-brooding, smoldering eyes with expert fingers and an expert tongue. Those girls leave no detail out.
Luke Carrington-blonde, quarterback, charismatic and his arm wrapped tightly around Isla's waist as they walk. So that's her mate...
And lastly, but not least, Silas Whitlock-Ravenswood Alpha, whether they know it or not.

His eyes are already on me and have been since, judging by the tingling feeling I've felt at the back of my neck all morning and now associate with his stare. They're searching, I can't tell what for, so I just raise any eyebrow and in return, his lips turn up a bit. Yeah Alpha, I'm not shrinking at your piercing gaze that makes me feel a tiny bit lightheaded and giddy.

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I honestly didn't expect Washington to grow on me. My apartment, school, my job at that oddly-comforting, wild Jamaican restaurant. Maybe it has something to do with the people I found here, the crazy, funny, loyal people who've slowly become my pack-and we rogues like to pretend we don't want or need one but actually, but we secretly long for one, for it. A sense of understanding, safety...love.

And I've found it, or rather-since I wasn't looking, it found me. Silas just happened to part of the deal and I couldn't be happier I found him.

But of course, my happiness always comes with a catch.