Chapter 1

Lila’s pov

He grabbed my hand and took me to a corner with the strength that I couldn’t resist, I followed like a wolf following the trail of its alpha, I didn’t know how to react at that point. If I had the strength, I would have pushed him away, but who was I to pull away from such strength?

Where no one would see us. He pinned me to the wall, I stood there looking at him directly into his eyes while his hand held my neck. I could feel the warmth from his breath as he stood very close. My eyes traveled down from his hard gaze and found its way to his thin jawline. That jawline that was so pressed hard on my face a night before.

“You didn’t say a word…did you?” He asked me with a cold tone and serious look in his eyes, I was going to say no but my stubbornness held my tongue and I crossed my arms over my chest, doing my absolute best to act entirely unbothered and uninterested in whatever he had to say.

Already feeling irritated. He lifted my face with his hand pressing hard on my chin almost bruising it. I felt the sharp pain by his grip on my chin and pushed his hand away but my push wasn’t hard enough to keep him off, it only took him a step backward.

“You’re hurting me…” I rubbed my chin where he pressed against.

He rubbed his temple looking desperate “I’m doing this for the both of us,” he muttered his voice growing softer, leaning in closer to try and convince me. “Silence is key here.”

But I wasn’t buying a single word of his pathetic negotiation. “Fuck off,” I spat directly in his face.

To my irritation, he simply let out a dark laugh.

Taking advantage of his shifted posture, I turned on my heel and walked away, leaving him to watch my departure. I couldn’t stand his presence anymore. Not my type of setting.

This place isn’t for me, I don’t know how I got myself in this trouble anyways.

Finally out of his sight. I took in a deep breath and held my grounds. I looked up to the name of the school written boldly on the wall.

Stray-ford Academy. But I wasn’t a stray. I was a Saint.

My name is Lila Black. I am seventeen years and from Saint Town, was actually. I never knew my parents , I am an orphan but not a stray. You must be wondering how I got here so let me take you back to how it all started.

Where I am from, we have two communities, the Saint town and the Stray town. In the two communities we have three packs each with three alphas of every pack but the strongest alpha amongst the three pack is chosen as the leader of each community. I was from Saint town and alpha was Alpha Saul, he was also the Leader of Saint town.

When I was little, in the orphanage home, the caretakers told us stories about the other side of the town, it was a whole community on its own. It was called the Stray town. The tales told it was a town for the strongest of our kind, but others said it was the dwelling of the most mischievous and ambitious of our kind. The rich and powerful dwelt there. They were all red werewolves. The most powerful wolves ever lived.

According to ancient lore, the Red Werewolves possessed an insatiable thirst for blood and conquest. They were deemed far too powerful to ever mingle with the Black Werewolves. Because of this, they made an empire entirely of their own. Meanwhile, we, Black Werewolves were treated as mere commoners, left behind in the lower tier of society, we had no thirst for blood or conquest but live with just the need to survive.

To be classified as a Red wolf, you had to manifest, elite traits, primal gifts that made you distinct from standard black wolves. It could be your speed, hearing skills, but most especially your strength. Once noticed by the Alpha Saul, our leader, he considers you a danger to the community and sent to the Stray town. You just had to be guilty of being too strong.

There were treacherous stories told about that place that made our childhood filled with fear. It was a place of power and competition, a place where only the cold in heart and rich rule.

But now I find myself in this messed up place, not by choice, not by a special trait, but by a cause I was yet to know, a cause that started it all.