Alpha's Honor

The rain began trickling down the windows just as the bell rang for lunch. I was already halfway through the day, but it felt like time had sped up just for this. I exchanged looks with Fyn and nodded in reassurance. He didn’t look convinced but stood to meet me outside anyways. I led the way into the hall and we waited for the others by my locker. I scanned over the faces of the crowd as they walked excitedly to the cafeteria. One by one, everyone took their place against the wall with me. Jace was the last to show, giving me a slight nod as he walked past. We fell into step behind him, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Being a wolf in a school of humans made us stand out regardless, and I caught a few people staring at me. I wondered what they might think of us. Unlike Byron’s pack, we kept to ourselves. He was popular and outgoing, while we focused our attention entirely on being invisible. I think this is what I didn’t like about him. He made a point o

  The bell rang for the second time that day, indicating class was in session. Mr. Hing slammed his book shut and pushed up his wiry glasses. He faced the class with a dull smile and said good morning. Only a few people responded, to which he began addressing our more recent assignment. I listened while spacing out, my mind wandering to lunch with Byron’s pack again. This was the only class I had without any of my packmates, so I didn’t know have anyone to talk to. The only people I knew were Ava and Damien, sitting in the front row. I caught a glance from Damien and he gave a small smile, easing my mind slightly. I nodded to him, but our attention returned to the front when someone walked in.  “Oh, good!” Mr. Hing waved him in. “Everyone, this is Hugo. I understand you were late yesterday?”  Hugo nodded uncomfortably. “Sorry.”  Mr. Hing chuckled. “You didn’t miss anything. I have

  He slammed into me at full force, his jaws snapping at my throat. I whined as I hit the ground under his weight. My shoulder was protesting in pain, and I heard the sound of my stitches tearing. I retaliated by scratching furiously at the wolf’s underbelly. The smell of his blood satisfied me, but it wasn’t enough to down him. He howled in frustration and sank his teeth into my wounded shoulder. Out of pain, I reacted by latching onto his front leg. I bit down and felt his bone crunch in my jaw. He let go and whined as he fell off me. I jumped to my feet and took my place in front of Hugo again. I only had a second to see his expression, but he was horrified. The snapping and snarling of the other two wolves brought my attention back to them. They growled, approaching very slowly. The golden wolf was limping, but he took his place in between them, teeth bared. I responded by snapping my jaw warningly. He snapped back. They moved closer and I was forced back furthe

  The bell yanked me from my thoughts and I shook my head out of the fog. I tugged on the shirt Zara had picked out for me that morning. It was an irritably low cut, skin tight tee that left little to the imagination. According to her, it was good to attract my mate before the union. Not that Byron didn’t already seem interested, but I wasn’t particularly comfortable trying to attract anyone. Luckily, the tee covered my bandaged shoulder well. It ached as I bent to pull my books out of my bag for first period. Someone burst through the door and everyone looked up. My heart skipped a beat when I saw Hugo give Mr. Hinge a shy smile and hurry to his seat.  I caught sight of Damien giving him a distasteful look before returning to his notes. Hugo waved to the human boy sitting on his other side and hurriedly pulled out his books while Hinge started his lesson. I didn’t dare look in his direction, suddenly remembering our last encounter. I hadn’t

  The building on the outside wasn’t anything I normally would have looked twice at. It was old and worn, paint peeling and wood chipping. I double checked the address Byron had texted me, unconvinced this was the place. It wasn’t until I stepped inside that I was delightedly surprised. People were dancing on a large dance floor and music blared through speakers on an empty stage. There was a bar, where a few of Redclaw’s elders were stationed. I tensed upon seeing them, wondering what they were doing here. Byron caught sight of me and called me over to a table where our packs sat. My eyes never left the elders. Byron noticed me staring and laughed.  “This is Redclaw’s territory, Lia.”  I nodded. “It’s just weird, being in the same room with wolves that used to be our enemies.”  “Relax, they’re just here to drink.” he scrunched up his nose. “You smell like human.