Chapter 4

Daisy POV

I bent down to pick up the money, and just as I was about to stand up and leave, Sarah yanked my hair again, and I let out a muffled whine.

"I heard you are the direct descendant of the Alpha who ratted and snitched on all packs," she said. (Yes, she was right about that, if you were wondering about that, but how she knew was still a mystery to me.) 

"Don't be surprised how I know… The president said so himself after your engagement with him. How he was able to know, I don't know myself," she added.

"I am even wondering why she was so quiet today when she could talked back to the president yesterday," someone said.

"What did you expect? She almost lost her life to it yesterday…" Speaking of that…

"Enough of this!" Mrs. Andrew yelled. "I will be forced to report you all to the higher-ups if you continue this. Remember, this is your future we are nurturing," she added finally. 

Sarah chuckled. "Okay, you win… continue the lecture and you, get out of here." 

I started walking out.

"Remember, our conversation has not ended yet!" she screamed in my direction.

"I curse you, Drake… that was what came out of my mouth the minute I left the lecture room. If not for him, I would either be dead now or nursing an injury. Speaking of that, if he hadn't interfered, the president would have killed me. At least dying by the hand of the president would have been better than enduring this spoiled brat. And I cursed him again—he instilled fear in me last night when we spoke.

I decided to stroll out of the school to find someone who would clean the shoes well, and I found someone. I paid for them and got my shoes polished and neat. I collected a nylon bag to put the shoes in and headed back to the school.

I wasn't foolish enough to try and enter the lecture room again because I knew I would be sent out with another message. I hung around while I thought about the state of things. Then I remembered what that spoiled brat had said. She mentioned the president, and I guessed that was after I left that he said that. How was he able to know I am the direct descendant? 

The Alpha who got greedy is my forefather.

"Thinking won't help you, slave," a man in front of me said as I looked up to examine him. He was wearing a tuxedo and holding a briefcase.

"Is he a rich man and the father of someone here?" 

"I lost my way around seeking Sir Drake," he finally said his mission as he turned to leave.

"Excuse me," he added as he left. Even though he called me "slave," he spoke calmly.

Just then, the second lecturer walked out.

Currently we are having an hour break before another lecture.

I stood up and began moving toward the door to enter. I finally entered.

"I sent you to get my shoes organized, and it takes you hours? Did you want me to die of hunger, low life?" she said angrily. But seriously, this was the time they were just releasing everyone after many hours.

"I am sor—"

I had not finished speaking before she moved toward me and landed a hot slap across my face.

"Now this is the height of it! I am not that gentle," I yelled back at her, attempting to hit her across the face. She caught my hand, spat in my face, and said, "You weak werewolf, who is nothing but a slave, dare to hit me back? I guess you don’t know how strong I am…" 

The next thing that happened was that she sent a punch at me, which caused me to stagger backward and crash into a nearby table. She walked over to me and beat me mercilessly.

"Come on, join me and let’s deal with her!" she beckoned to her friends, and they joined in. The next thing I knew, I was pushed and hit my head hard on the floor, bleeding as they left me on the same spot to eat, slowly I lost consciousness.

I woke up to find myself on a bed that looked like my own. Yes, the one I had slept on the day I came to this place. I touched my head to find that the bleeding had stopped. I decided to use my phone, which showed my reflection, to see that my injury had been patched.

Then I heard a distant voice saying, "How is her wound?"

"She is a slave; her healing power has weakened with what she's wearing."

"That means she will have to heal slowly," the same voice added.

Drake's POV

Emergency.

I entered the cove, which had been renovated into a mansion, where a sudden general meeting was ongoing.

"What's going on?" was the first thing I asked as I took my seat close to the Alpha's seat.

"We have an emergency and have summoned all the strongest warriors across the state… currently, the president and the first lady are at the war front, facing a Whitewater werewolf strong enough to be an Alpha," he said.

"E-Gamma Spencer… we need full information!" I yelled angrily at his hearing as he flinched. Poor old werewolf.

"I thought all the Whitewater pack powers had been put under control… then who is this Whitewater the president and the first lady are currently facing at the war front?" I questioned, already losing my patience.

"He is the junior brother of the traitor that was killed a thousand years ago. He escaped then, but his showing up today has shocked everyone, and currently, no one stands a chance against him, not even the president… it's just a matter of time before the president and the first lady…" He trailed off.

"Die," I completed for him. He had his reasons for not wanting to finish the statement. 

(E stands for Elder). Currently, he is the oldest among us, having retired. He is now 1,017 years old.

"Before we head out now. Any information about this enemy we need to know?" I asked.

"Not much information except the fact that the Whitewater pack is naturally strong… they are far stronger than the Snowpack even now, but that may end with you. So don't underestimate him. It’s rumored that he is even stronger than his brother, the Alpha—the Traitor," he said, looking directly at me.

"Noted," I replied, standing up.

 "We've already sent intel to the other packs, and I expect their warriors should have arrived at the battlefield by now".

"Okay, I will be heading out now leading the troops with Gamma Dave."

Daisy POV

I woke up in the middle of the night to find someone staring directly at me in the dark. My heart raced as I quickly sat up and looked at him. 

"Who are you?" was the first question that came to my mind. I had a nagging feeling that it wasn't Drake. The room was too dark for me to see his features clearly.

He left without saying anything, which only made me more scared. I fumbled to turn on the light, desperate to illuminate the room to eliminate fear. At least one fear was defeated: he hadn’t harmed me. 

As the light flickered on, I noticed a piece of paper on the table in my small room. I picked it up and read its contents. It said:

"When you get healthy, meet me at the rooftop of SPA Hall any day at 1 PM."

I had no idea what SPA Hall was, but I knew I would find out soon enough.