Chapter Three

Elara

If a pin dropped, it may probably be heard in the next town with the way silence filled up the room to the brim, tension wrapping around each corner like a suffocating snake. I watched the principal and his second in command, my heart echoing in my ear as loud as if a drum was being placed beside my head, and they watched me in return, their eyes scrutinizing every flaw ancontourre of my face.

I was used to being seen as a freak. An abnormality. A child born by the oracle, the mouthpiece of the moon goddess, who was the most powerful being to exist, and three powerful Alphas who could destroy anyone who existed.

Then there was me, a freak, a mixture of four people, a wolf, slash the greatest being to exist. But my perfect mother had powers that healed people. Me? A tantrum from being caused by earthquakes. And for that and an incident I never wanted to remember, at eighteen, I was thrown into this school so I could be watched closely. Was I going to be a hero like my mother, o