Chapter two

Jade’s pov

I had been training since I was four for this. I knew many ways to hurt someone, but I had no experience in dealing with high-school kids and especially boys. When I was four I went to live with my grandmother and her coven. I didn’t even know she existed, but after my parents died, she came and took me in. She explained I was part witch and helped me practice magic. She didn’t like the fact I was also a werewolf, but until my 18th birthday I was by all accounts human so we hid my heritage from the rest of the coven. I was the only child there, the rest of the coven were women of different ages. My grandmother Beatrix was the oldest and the leader. Some of the witches were nicer than others, but they treated me okay. My grandmother said I had an affinity for magic, it didn’t take long for me to learn new spells. We went from basic spells to the dark spells when I turned 10. It was the same age we changed my name to Jade. I didn’t like the feeling dark magic gave me, but Beatrix said it was necessary to learn if I wanted my revenge. White magic channels the energy around you, while dark magic feeds from your anger and hate. Often it required a sacrifice, this could be a small animal or in some really dark magic a part of your soul. My grandmother always pushed me to be the best, she didn’t care what it took. The only thing that was important was that I get revenge for my parents. My soul was still intact for now, I needed to finish my mission before I could go to the next stage. But now I needed to survive high-school long enough to find my target. I was trying to get my gym clothes out of my locker, but the door refused to open. I knew I was short, but having a locker on the floor level was really annoying even for me. Apparently it was the only locker left. Suddenly a very tall guy stood above me, clearly not seeing me there. I got so annoyed, especially when he tried to help me open my locker. I could handle a lousy locker. I hadn’t seen many guys, living in the coven for 12 years. But this was a nice looking boy, even if he was way too tall and standing in my way. He had golden curls which stood out against his caramel skin, his head was shaved on the side and he had the bluest eyes I had ever seen. He wasn’t only super tall, he was built like a statue. But I had to stay focused, I walked to training being late already. I didn’t have any typical werewolf training growing up, the witches practiced yoga and taught me how to use a knife.

Everyone already had a partner, so coach Kenzo said I was paired with the tall boy, great just what I needed. “Hi, I am Elias. You’re Jade right? Again, sorry for not seeing you at our locker. So you’re new here?” the boy said. He continued “If you want we can practice some moves instead of sparring?” Well, I guess I was wrong. He was exactly what I needed. I didn’t even need to look long before I found my target. My spell however would take some time to prepare, but that didn’t mean I had to be nice to Elias in the meantime. ‘I don’t need your small talk or your pity.” He looked at me confused. “Well, we train together first as a group and afterwards we spar in sets of two. Let’s just focus on the group training for now,” Elias said. I grunted and started to follow along with the coaches. Kenzo and Keva seemed to be friendly and knew what they were doing. I wasn’t even training for  10 minutes before my face was bright red and my t-shirt was soaked with sweat. This was nothing like working out at the coven, I thought. I saw Elias looking at me a few times, but I pretended I was fine even though I would be sore the rest of the day. When sparring began I faced Elias, who had taken his shirt off by now. O my Goddess, he look even better without his shirt off. I needed to focus on something else, boys were a distraction. And I really shouldn’t be looking at Elias, out of all the boys that were here. I saw other people around us starting to fight, it looked very violent. These werewolves were competitive even as kids, I thought. Elias didn’t make the first move to attack me, he just stood there with his hands in his curls. Keva came by and saw me and Elias standing around. “Hi Jade and Elias, what’s going on?” she said. Elias looked at me “I don’t think she had much training, it doesn’t feel fair sparring with her. Is it okay if I show her some defensive moves instead?” I looked at him with fire in my eyes, how dare he think of me as weak. Keva noticed the tension “I’ll take Jade with me and you can spar with Kenzo, he has been dying for a chance to show of some new moves anyway,” she said while winking at Elias. I was grateful to have more distance between me and Elias. Being with him in the same room was more difficult than I thought. Keva showed me some ways to block an attack and how to escape a hold, “you know he’s not so bad,” Keva said. “Elias comes off as this arrogant player sometimes, but I’ve known him for over 10 years. He is actually really sweet and caring. He will be the perfect King one day.” I nodded and pretended to smile. Not if I have anything to do with it, I thought.