Chapter 5

Mateo

I can't help but watch her as she gracefully yet wittingly fights the wolf smaller than her. It's surprising how I didn't even know that she existed till now, and I haven't been able to take my eyes off her from the moment I saw her.

Maybe it's because of her unusual appearance or just because it's her. There is something about her... those eyes that gleam with the shade of silver can't help but keep pulling me back to her repeatedly.

Silver is dangerous, and yet she has it in her eyes, caged beautifully. Her red hair is fiery, and even more so when she gave us those biting remarks.

I was right.

She isn't a shy girl like Stella said she was.

My lips pull up in a smirk when I watch her slam poor Weston to the stage and sit on top of him.

"I didn't expect this," Issac says with a shake of his head, laughing. "I thought we were going to see a war dance, but this is on a different level."

He cackles when she slams his head down, and doesn't let him get up.

I can feel the excitement coming off him in waves while the other side of me is dead silent. I glance at Dylan, who is busy glaring at the scene in front of him.

"You are going to bore holes in her body, this way, Dylan." I tease, finding my eyes getting back to her as well.

"She is suspicious." He mutters. "Her wolf isn't ordinary."

I nod. He is right. It isn't. Her wolf is the size of an Alpha. I am not joking; it really is, and the way she is moving swiftly with effortless ease.

Amazing.

She is a promising talent that I would love to nurture myself.

I lick my lips, watching Stella bow. Too bad the performance ended way too quickly. I wanted to watch more.

Quinn and Mark take the stage again, doing their thing with their mics while I do what I have been for the past twenty minutes. Assessing Aurora.

"Aura is cool. She would be perfect for our combat club." Issac says cheerily, and it's what I was thinking as well.

She is a perfect fit for our combat club.

"Still too early," Dylan grunts, behaving like an obsessive freak with his one-liners and constant staring.

"Why are you so suspicious of her?" Issac questions.

I, too, turn in my seat slightly to hear his answer.

"We are all aware of the kidnappings happening around our campus. It's a new term, but we have all heard the news of Senior Derek disappearing.

No one knows where he went, and no one saw anything, but he wasn't just a nobody." He shifts his focus for the first time and locks his eyes on us.

"He was about to get enrolled into the cadets. For such a skilled warrior to disappear says a lot, and despite the academy wrapping it up, we know that we can't trust anybody here." He finishes on a strict and terse note.

Dylan is right. We have had a meeting over this last week in my pack, but that doesn't mean he needs to doubt Aurora. She may be sharp and different, but she isn't capable of running a fucking underground syndicate.

Dylan is more on edge right now, and I can't possibly tell why, but I have

my theories.

"Let's make some noise for the WolfDen pack!" Quinn roars in the mic.

We all stand up along with others and clap, watching the red curtains slowly slide close, obstructing our view of our burning pearl, Aurora, when suddenly I feel a sharp pinch in my chest.

My heartbeat ricochets, and my body gets drenched with a rush of adrenaline, causing my eyes to turn black.

This sudden feeling throws me off my balance, but it disappears as soon as it arrived.

What was that? I inhale sharply, filling my parched lungs with air.

'Levi, what happened right now? Are our bodies okay?'

I ask my wolf in my head, waiting for his reply.

'What do you mean? What happened right now?' But his answer baffles me.

'Did you not feel a sudden pinch in our chest? And a rush of adrenaline as if we had consumed a drug?'

'I am not sure what you are talking about, Mateo. I didn't feel any such thing.' Levi responds, sounding puzzled himself.

I end our connection and do not ask him questions anymore. Still, it's strange. How did he not feel that?

Confused, I tear my gaze away from the stage and try my best to get her face out of my fucking head.

"Hey boys, we are having party games in the garden." A random girl flirts, poking Isaac's hand with her slender finger.

"Come join us." Another says sweetly, filling my nostrils with her strong perfume.

A few more girls and guys come over after them, asking us to join them. We exchange glances and follow them. Even if we don't like socialising much, we don't cut it because first our social butterfly Issac will wither away that way, and second it's because we are currently on a mission as well.

We join the group of a bunch of newcomers, like us and watch them set up the glasses for beer pong.

"Classic." Issac saunters into the crowd, comfortably settling as 'his highness'.

"There are going to be dares, boys. I can't wait to start." The girl from earlier bites her lip, fluttering her eyelashes at me seductively.

I chuckle and stride towards her. "Yours won't do. The dares should be ours." I husk, watching her body shiver with desire.

But her eyes aren't silver....

I run an exasperated hand down my face and turn around, cursing. The new girl grabs the front of my shirt, but I am done with her.

My eyes fall on Dylan, who is also standing uninterestedly around the new girls before he uncoils one of their hands from around his wrist, turns around and starts walking back towards the auditorium.

Oh hell no.

I know where he is going.

He doesn't get to see her again and alone.