Jaclyn's POV Mama always said I was born on the night the Wild South was on fire over nineteen years ago. She didn't quite know if it was before she went into labour or after, but she had made it a tradition to retell the tale as often as she could since then. My birth wasn't like others I've heard, usually whenever women went into labour, they beckon on the midwives for their help and guide. However, when she went into labour, she was on her own in her room and after four hours of excruciating pain and torturous labour; I came forth, bearing a birthmark shaped like a tear drop on my upper chest.  The following day, when the neighbour brought the bad news of the destructive fire that burnt overnight, they learnt about the birth of her daughter, me. The fact that mama had gone into labour without crying out for help couple with the mysterious fire that broke out on that night made them raise an eyebrow. Soon the whole town knew of the mysterious b

Anyone in Unique Academy would call Spencer a big-time bully. It so happened that after his premier shifting two years ago, he became the strongest werewolf amongst us. He knew it and made it a mission to let everyone know it as well. Being from a powerful bloodline of alphas, everyone knew someday he would become an alpha of his own. He had all the traits of an alpha alright. He had arrogance, pride and the height of his ego competed with that of Mount Kilimanjaro. The academy frowned at bullying. But with his name and background, Spencer got away with almost every cruel thing he did at the school. Everyone feared him and no one reported him to the school for his abuse. He was unapologetic and mean and bent almost everyone to his will, and no one stood up to him for fear of being a target of him and his crew. A majority of the students hated him, but they kept their feelings to themselves and avoided eye contact whenever he spoke to them to avoid triggering him.

A week later,  I open the mini-fridge and pull out a bottle of milk, a box of cornflakes and two ceramic bowls and spoons before going to the medium-sized table at the centre of the kitchen and setting them down. I turn off the cooker and grabbed the hot kettle on it, pouring the hot water into the bowls and then adding the cornflakes.  I hear footsteps from across the room and I know mother already set for work. She works as a housekeeper and started the job almost a year ago. Just like I predicted, she emerges into the kitchen wearing her blue gown and a white apron around her neck. "Good morning, mama." I pour the milk into each bowl and move one bowl towards her.  "Good morning, Jaclyn." she sits and picks her spoon up. "It's cornflakes every day, I see."  My cheeks were warm. Cornflakes is my favourite go-to meal, easy to make and also time-efficient. "We are both already running late, ma." I point out and she rolls he

“Jaclyn,” Mrs Adams calls to me and I turn to see her walking in my direction with eyes of relief, “I’m glad you haven’t left yet. I need you in my office.” Without hesitation, I follow her into her white-painted, medium-sized office. There is a mahogany bookshelf to the right standing beside the window and at the left a mini-fridge close to a drawer containing files of every students' academic report. at the centre of the office is Mrs Adams desk and she approaches it. The last renovation the office had was three years ago, but it looks so good, it would pass for yesterday. She takes her seat, and I do the same after being told to. She closes up the notebook before her and moves it to the left side of the desk before speaking. “Jaclyn, you’re one of our brightest students at UA.” she begins, and that line was what most people used to break bad news subtly. Perhaps Dane already

Having ice cream with Ken while he walks me home from work on a mild night has been my best treat, but I don’t feel the happiness I had felt those other times today.  Ken notices my moodiness while we gulp our ice cream and make our way back home. He allows me to maintain silence even though I can tell he wants to say something. I can read him well and he’s pretty good at seeing through me.  How we became best of friends was fated. We entered the academy on the same day; we sat on the same roll during class and lunch break and as school ended; I made my way home, and he rode his bicycle. He could have ridden past and no one would have held it against him, but he didn’t. When he rode to where I was, he introduced himself to me and I did the same. He told me he didn’t believe it was a coincidence that we resumed school the same day and shared the same seats and went home the same way. He believed fate wanted us to be friends, and I didn’t argu