Chapter 4

Betsy's Pov

“Who?” I asked, curiosity dripping from my voice. 

I expected a clear answer but I got another question. 

“You're Betsy, right? The new girl? Nick's sister?” 

Everyone laughed. I felt so embarrassed but didn't care. I hesitated, then nodded.

“Come with me,” he said simply.

I blinked. “Wait… who are you?”

He shook his head lightly, still smiling. “Can’t answer that. Just come with me.”

I zipped up my bag slowly and followed behind him. Each step followed how loud my thoughts were, asking what was going on. It has just been an hour since I got to college and I hadn't seen a professor. Was that how college was? Mum didn't say.

And as if the floor itself was drawing more attention to me, I was given away by the amount of people gathered in the hallway. 

It was easier to sense a werewolf because of their scents. It was stronger than I thought. 

We took a turn down a quieter hallway, and he gestured toward a bench tucked beside a tall row of lockers.

“Wait here,” he said.

I narrowed my eyes. “Is this a secret meeting or something? Who am I waiting for?”

He gave a short laugh and shrugged. “I don't care. I was asked to bring you here. So, stay curious,” he teased before walking off.

I scoffed under my breath. This place was weird. No one had mentioned secret corners or unscheduled summons when I signed up for college life here. My nerves began to creep up, wrapping around my spine like icy fingers.

Nick hadn't texted. I hadn't seen mum since last night after dinner. And Drake probably was somewhere smuggling the girls that drool over him. 

I had to ravage my thoughts and think about what I'd do for the next two years in college. 

Then I saw a group of four girls strode down into the locker room. They all smelled nice. They're werewolves!

I stood up, excited. 

Each one had a presence, a distinct energy, and as they moved closer, I could sense them. Their aura and of course, their beauty.

“I’m Caroline,” the brunette said. She had a soft voice, gracious looks and looked goofy.

“I’m Gold. You're one strong looking girl for an introvert.” the girl beside her added, flipping her sleek black hair.

“Linda,” the shortest one piped in with a wink.

And then, a weird one. I got her scent real good. She's their leader. 

A redhead so stunning she looked like she belonged in a movie. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief, and her posture was pure confidence. Yeah, they were the type of group I wanted to mingle with.

“I’m Sierra,” she said, her lips curling into a smirk. “And you…you are one sweet looking bitch.”

I chuckled nervously. “I guess I am. Uh… what’s going on?”

Sierra sat down beside me, and the rest followed, forming a little circle like this had been planned.

“Well,” Sierra started, “we know you’re new in town. Nick told us about his sweet, loving, social sister. And you had the whole school's attention this morning, coming in with Alpha Drake. That was a nice entrance—”

“Um… that's just because he's my brother's friend. Nothing really much.” I chuckled nervously.

“Trust me, baby girl. I know that. But you seem sharp, and that's why we picked you. Plus, Nick said you're very good on the ice.” 

“Picked me? Nick said you could pick me?” I echoed, unsure if I should be flattered or scared. “Picked me for what?”

Sierra leaned in slightly, her eyes glittering.

“The next skating game. You’re going to join us. He said we can trust you at our next skating game and we hope to see what you can do before the other team grabs you.”

“Oh,” I said, blinking at the group, “but you guys didn’t have to make this feel like a secret society or something. I got scared for a second there.”

Caroline raised a brow and gave me a sly smile. “It is a secret society… alright.”

The rest of them burst into laughter like she’d cracked the world’s best inside joke. I laughed too, though awkwardly, still unsure what the hell was happening.

Gold handed me a folded paper. “This is your guide. You can go through it and become the best ice skating queen Dunrick University’s ever had. We've had our spotlight, it'd be nice to have yours too, right?”

I unfolded it, and my brows shot up. “You’re joking.”

“Nope,” Linda said, popping the ‘p’ “Rule list.”

I skimmed through it. 

No stupid boyfriends. ‘Emphasis on stupid’. 

No friends outside the skating group. 

Weekly practices, parties…okay, that one had to be a joke. Right? 

“I was planning to, you know… make more friends. Join clubs or something. Be social, but not with rules.”

Sierra smirked. “Yeah, with rules darling. We can't have you tainting the club and making a wrong mistake. Nick sold you off. You’re one of us now.”

I blinked. “Nick what?”

Before I could process that betrayal, my phone buzzed in my bag. I fished it out and smiled despite myself. It was Drake.

“Meet me at the cafeteria at 10. Lunch?”

I bit back my smile and looked up at the girls. “I have to go. Drake wants to see me.”

The silence that followed was deafening.

All four of them turned to me, eyes wide.

“You legit just called the Alpha… by name?” Caroline asked, like I’d said something criminal.

“Um… yeah? Why not?”

Gold’s mouth dropped open slightly. “Girl, he’s going to kill you.”

I chuckled. “No, he won’t.”

Sierra leaned in close, her red curls brushing my shoulder. She whispered, “Don’t push him, Betsy. He gets edgy. Especially…”

She glanced around and then back at me. “…on full moon days.”

I froze. “Wait—what does that mean?”