“I really do want to know how you got that fast. And your moves are better than I have seen at some of the warrior camps back home.” My eyes snap to hers, eyebrows furrowed, she’s just being nice now.
“Umm, okay. I really just train a lot, that’s all.” I didn’t know her well enough to tell her about getting my wolf early, which is part of the reason I am so fast.
Most kids get their wolves sometime between Sophomore and Junior years. The young Alphas and my brother and the rest of the guys all got theirs in the middle of their freshman year, which is typical for powerful high-ranking wolves.
I got mine at the end of my 8th grade year, though, which is rare. When I told Delta Kyle, he brought me to Luna Ava and she’s been helping me ever since.
Hey, Sky, here,” I look over to see Delta Kyle slow jogging toward us with something small in his hand. “Your shirt rode up a bit in the back, I think you opened up one of your more recent injuries.” He looks at me expectantly, and I give him the same look back.
I take the small container. “Thank you, Delta. Is there anything else?” His look tells me he doesn’t appreciate my attitude and yes, he has plenty more he wants to say. He crosses his massive arms over his chest, trying to look intimidating.
“Not now, okay? I promise I will explain later.” I mindlink, giving him something or he will keep hounding me.
“Fine, when I figure out who is doing this, there will be hell to pay.”
Which is why you won’t find out. You have bigger things to worry about than petty school bullies who are so weak they have to resort to silver powder to actually cause pain.”
He lets out an audible growl and I can feel his Delta aura flow out from him. Everyone stops and looks at us. I shouldn’t have let that bit of information out.
I take a deep breath as we make our way to the locker rooms. Before I could respond, I turned around and headed into the locker room to shower and get ready for school. Sierra just followed me, saying nothing about the staring contest I just had with Delta.
I grab my shower stuff, all of my things to the furthest cubicle, and close the outside curtain. I wash away the blood and grime of the morning, the sting of the hot water on my open wounds still fresh in my mind.
Once I’m done showering, I reach out of the curtain to grab my towel, not taking any chances at being seen. After I felt like I was completely covered, I open the curtain and almost jump out of my skin when I see Sierra leaning against the wall.
“You forgot this,” she says, motioning to a small container of cream. “And you may need help putting it on, some of those cuts are in hard-to-reach places.” She whispers at me and twirls her finger, motioning me to turn around.
I hesitate for a moment before loosening my towel and exposing my back, where there are fifteen lashes. The oldest five are from the minutes I wasted asking a question in history class, causing us to take extra notes and have a pop quiz.
Sierra applies the cream to every cut on my back, her gentle touch a soothing balm to my raw skin. “There are a few here that are older, but the cream might help get rid of some of the scar tissue.”
“No, I am handling it, I promise. You don’t need to tell your parents. Thank you though.” I didn’t want to be rude, she was just trying to help, but I was not going to give Kaley the idea that I was too weak to take her so-called punishments.
“If you say so. Anyway, I need someone to show me around the school, you up for it?” She changes the subject so abruptly that I almost get whiplash.
“Uh, sure, let me get dressed then we can head over and get your schedule.” She doesn’t take the hint to step out and I’m forced to awkwardly get dressed under my towel.
We head to the school, which is just a block away from the training grounds. I take Sierra to the main office and introduce her to the secretary, who gets her all set up with her schedule, locker, and combination.
Most of the kids go home after training. I just find hanging with Delta Kyle or in the locker room keeps me safe from Kaley for a little while longer. I find out Sierra and I are in a few classes together, she’s a year older than me, like the guys, but I’m taking some advanced classes, which just means the next grade up.
“So our first two classes are together at least, that will make things way more fun.” She says with a little happy chirp in her voice. “You’ll have to point out all of the people to know and who to stay away from.”
“Uh, I don’t think I’m the person to do that. I tend to keep to myself and blend into the background as much as possible. I am not popular at all and avoid the social scene like it’s my job.” I said as we make it to the first class of the day and walk to the back of the room to take my usual seat.
