CHAPTER 3: WHITE EYED SNOW

Her white-pitched eyes snapped open, a sigh escaping her lips.

Her head throbbed painfully, and she placed a hand on it.

It felt like her skull had been split into two. Her vision blurred, and as she gazed around the room, she realized she was in the school infirmary. It was already getting dark, and she could hear the distant chatter of students leaving school.

Snow winced at the noise—the chattering of students, the sizzling of oil from the cafeteria, the creaking of desks, the playful laughter—everything sounded painfully loud. She covered her ears and gritted her teeth slightly.

She realized she had transformed. Her powers had taken control again. Her gaze trailed to the desk beside her, and she froze.

The table was coated in crystalized ice, shimmering under the dim lights. Snow bit her lower lip anxiously. She needed to isolate herself from everyone... or she might end up hurting someone.

The creaking sound of the door opening made her stiffen. Logan walked in, sensing the strange energy and coldness leaking from the infirmary.

His eyes scanned the room, but he didn’t spot anyone. His Alpha instincts screamed that something was wrong.

When his gaze landed on the iced-over table, he frowned. He clearly remembered it being wooden—so how the hell had it become ice?

Another creak sounded, and Logan turned his gaze to the door, not realizing that Snow had already escaped through the window while he was distracted.

Snow exhaled sharply as she ran from the infirmary, her hoodie pulled over her head and a face mask covering the lower half of her face. She made sure to keep her head lowered so no one would catch sight of her pitch-white eyes.

Her hair had changed too—stark white and shining under the faint streetlights—making her look like a dangerously beautiful snow queen.

She had always wondered about this strange power. She was supposed to be an omega—weak, insignificant. And yet, strange things kept happening around her.

She groaned in frustration, her stomach rumbling. She couldn’t even leave school right now—students crowded everywhere, and she couldn't risk anyone seeing her.

She decided to sneak into the gym room, where wolves raced after awakening their beasts, while the wolf-less ones watched. She still remembered Tiffany winning a race once, being praised by everyone. They also held combat classes there sometimes.

The only person who had seen her in this state was Ace, her best friend, who was always doting on her. She missed him. He had been away for a while, and although he was supposed to return soon, she didn’t know exactly when.

Snow lay on one of the gym seats, staring up at the ceiling. She smiled faintly. She loved the serene silence, the cool, undisturbed atmosphere.

The more she thought about it, the more twisted her emotions became. She often heard strange voices in her head — they came and went like whispers from something or someone unknown.

A sudden, swift sound of footsteps snapped her out of her thoughts. Snow’s gaze sharpened. She inhaled and half-yelled, “Come out!”

A low chuckle echoed, and a figure emerged from the shadows.

“Ace!”Snow gasped.

It was her best friend. Wait—wasn’t he supposed to return later?

Ace smiled at her and approached. Snow could smell his strong, masculine scent, it was addictive, almost dark in a way.

“Missed me?” he teased.

Snow rolled her eyes. “I didn’t,”she said flatly.

Ace laughed, pinching her cheeks before sitting beside her.

“You transformed again,” he muttered, his tone low.

Snow frowned.“Painful as always,” she replied quietly.

The shocking powers had started manifesting on her fifteenth birthday, and she still couldn’t control them.

“Tell your family,” Ace suggested.

Snow’s expression hardened immediately. Telling her family was the last thing she would do.

An omega with powers like hers... it was dangerous. They had adopted her, raised her lovingly, she couldn't risk losing them. She would never want to hurt them.

They had picked her up as a baby and treated her like their own. She didn’t care about her real parents, they had died anyway.

“Are you afraid they won’t want you anymore?” Ace asked softly.

Snow’s eyes darkened.

Every time she had been bullied or treated badly, her family had unknowingly kept her afloat with their love. She couldn’t lose them. She couldn't bear them looking at her with fear or hatred.

She exhaled shakily. Ace, understanding the turmoil in her heart, gently patted her hair.

“It’s okay,” he whispered.

Snow smiled weakly at him. He cupped her cheek briefly, but his gaze sharpened as he sensed someone approaching.

“Later,”he said, and in an instant, he disappeared—leaving Snow stunned at how fast he moved.

“Why are you not home yet?!” a voice barked.

Snow flinched. It was Asher—her Gamma brother.

Asher’s fierce expression softened the moment he saw her. Snow panicked internally.

"My eyes... my hair," she thought desperately.

She instinctively backed deeper into the shadows, praying he wouldn’t notice.

But Asher reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Why are you moving away from me?” he asked, confused.

Snow tried to shove his hand away, but Asher was strong and easily pulled her out of the shadows.

Snow squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the worst.

Her white hair shimmered under the faint lights, and Asher’s eyes widened.

“Your hair is...”