Chapter 3: Rescue In The Dark

Calla’s POV

Seeing that I was face-to-face with one of them, I straightened my back, squared my shoulders, and confronted him.

“So… are you still a bully?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.

His eyes darkened in response, sharp and unreadable. “What?” he asked, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

“I mean…” I hesitated, measuring my words. “…bullies are cowards. They seek validation through force.”

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a step closer. My instinct screamed, and I stepped back, my fingers curling into fists at my sides.

“Are you sure you want us to start on the wrong foot here?” he murmured, the smirk now bordering on predatory.

I gulped, my stomach twisted. I tried to turn and leave.

Before I could take more than a step, another triplet appeared, slipping into the room silently, cutting off my escape. His presence was colder, more imposing as he demanded, “How did you end up here? What is your mission?”

I froze, pressed against the wall, confusion and fear bubbling beneath my calm façade.

The door opened a third time. The last triplet entered, his stance relaxed but sharp. “Let her go,” he said, voice even but firm.

Without another word, the first two stepped back, creating a narrow path for me. I moved past them cautiously, every nerve alert.

Our eyes met briefly as I passed the last triplet that saved me. Something about him made my chest tighten. I assumed he was the eldest, though I couldn’t truly tell. Their resemblance was flawless, perfect, identical features, same piercing gaze, same faint scent lingering in the air.

I didn’t know which one had been with me months ago, and I wasn’t ready to find out.

The next morning, I got ready for school, mentally preparing myself. Final year. No room for mistakes.

I considered myself lucky to even be accepted mid-term, most schools wouldn’t bend the rules, especially not for a final-year transfer. But then, it was the Alpha’s doing. That explained everything.

I slid into the front seat of the car, one triplet behind the wheel, calm and composed. The other two sat in the back. From their quiet conversation, I overheard his name, Riven. So that confirmed my assumption, the eldest was the one driving.

Surprisingly, they didn’t acknowledge me. Not a single word. They spoke as if I weren’t even there, their voices smooth and confident, the unspoken assertion of dominance clear even over casual chatter.

When we arrived, stepping out of their car was like stepping onto a stage. Everyone was watching. Whispers followed me as I walked across the school courtyard.

It wasn’t hard to understand why. The triplets drew attention like moths to a flame, their looks ethereal, perfect, almost sculpted. Greek-god material, combined with wealth and an air of untouchable authority.

And now, stepping out of their car, I was inevitably curious, intriguing, and perhaps… intimidating, too.

I discovered the final year class was divided into two. I was placed in Class B, while the triplets were in Class A. Relief washed over me. A little space from them would do me good, at least for now.

In class, I sat beside a girl who introduced herself as Elera. She was bright, bubbly, and immediately friendly, chatting like we’d known each other for years. I told her about my new life, about becoming their step-sibling.

Her eyes widened, then narrowed conspiratorially. “Oh, you’re with the triplets now?” she whispered. “Okay, listen carefully, or you’ll never tell them apart.”

I tilted my head, curious but impatient.

“The eldest, Riven,” she said, pointing discreetly toward Class A, “is always in control. Fierce, commanding, and… irresistibly charming.”

I nodded, masking my intrigue. “Got it. Likes control. Next?”

“Darren,” she continued, voice dropping to a low, almost secretive tone, “he’s the quiet one. Very observant. He doesn’t speak much, but when he does it matters.”

“And Lucien?” I asked, leaning in.

She smiled slyly. “Lucien is playful and mischievous. He enjoys stirring things up, watching how people react. You’ll see him laugh, tease, maybe even annoy you intentionally.”

I sighed, a mix of exasperation and anticipation. “I see.”

“Now that you’re step-siblings,” Elera added, her tone almost teasing, “you’ll soon be able to tell them apart. One way or another.”

I swallowed, the weight of that reality settling over me. “I hope so,” I murmured.

At lunch, I stepped into the cafeteria and immediately spotted the triplets. They were surrounded by their girlfriends. As expected the girls practically glowed around them, hanging on every word and laugh. I rolled my eyes discreetly. Typical.

A voice cut through my thoughts.

“Elera!”

She turned and smiled brightly. A tall, confident guy strode toward her, greeting her warmly. I watched them interact for a moment before noticing that his presence wasn’t just friendly, it was magnetic.

“This is Fenrir,” Elera introduced him quickly. “He’s the Beta’s son.”

I extended my hand, and we clicked instantly. Conversation flowed easily, laughter came naturally, and for the first time since stepping into this chaotic pack world, I felt like I could breathe.

We shared lunch together, trading stories and teasing each other. By the time the bell rang, we had made plans to hang out over the weekend.

That evening, I went to the equipment room to retrieve a jacket I had left behind during PE class. But as I stepped inside, the door slammed shut behind me.

“Hello? Somebody help!” I screamed.

The locks were stubborn, and panic tickled the edges of my mind.

‘What do we do?’ my wolf, Sue, hissed through our mindlink, her voice sharp with worry.

‘I… don’t know,’ I admitted.

I hadn’t been initiated into the pack’s mindlink yet. The only connection I had was with Sue, and my phone was at home. I was trapped. Alone.

“Help!” I screamed again, pounding on the door. My chest tightened with rising fear.

After a while, I heard the faint click of the lock. The door swung open, and Fenrir stepped inside, calm and unflustered. Relief flooded me like warm sunlight breaking through a storm.

“Thank you,” I breathed, a shaky smile tugging at my lips.

“It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let me drive you home.”

I hesitated only a moment before nodding. The thought of returning home without the triplets was a luxury I couldn’t refuse.

“Thank you,” I said again, climbing into his car.

As he drove, I found myself stealing glances at him. I hadn’t noticed earlier, not really. Perhaps I’d been blinded by the triplets’ perfect, untouchable faces. But Fenrir had a quiet kind of handsomeness. Sharp eyes, easy smile, and an aura that made him approachable without trying.

I shook my head, pushing the thought aside. Focus, Calla. You have bigger problems than noticing a cute guy.