Bizarre Wolf

Clara POV

Would you rather be a quiet student or a fierce warrior?

Well, do I have a choice? It's something already been done.

I stared at the fire erupting and burning down the nearest trees of the building. It was a horrible sight as the fire grew larger than before, refusing to subside.

Humans and Werewolves, screamed, running away from the danger. It would no longer take time to consume others in the fire and burn them along as it spreads out.

I couldn't do anything but just stare at the scene unfold in front of me. I could've moved my legs or call out to the people for help but rather stood shunned.

"Clara! What are you doing? Run!" One of my classmates yelled as he ran away from the accusing fire.

It galloped the top floor, bursting the glass windows with its pressure. Strategically, the brave people whipped out their wands and I was relieved to know they might cut out the lifeline of the ever-burning fire.

Sadly they had to withdraw their wands back in the pockets before a human caught them in an activity.

Things didn't slow down, for the the fire seemed to grow bigger than before, catching on to the wild forest behind the building.

It was eating up all the resources of the building, which I was rapt for. The elders were probably panicking for the aftermath of the fire.

Just in time, the fire brigade arrived, pulling out the pipe and spraying water over the fire monster. When things seemed to lessen the terror on people's faces, the eldest of the eldest approached me.

With heavy steps, its eyes flickered from blue to black. That's when I knew, I had crossed the limit- which I wouldn't admit.

"You are despicable, Miss Clara. Your so-called prank would've killed or injured a person today. This is serious and it shall be discussed in the meeting." The meeting isn't something good when you reside in a werewolf pack.

"I didn't mean it, Principal Hedge. I just-"

"No more excuses. This will be taken to the elders." Not the elders! They hate me the most.

Before I could defend myself for the cause, Principal hedge glared, shutting my mouth in an instant. He stomped back to this destination, taking out the anger on the mowed grass.

I groaned, following him behind, knowing I wouldn't get a free pass this time. Burning down almost the whole floor of my school building was the worst that I came up with but also awesome.

It's been my somewhat dream to burn down something but that something was a school and I know I chose the wrong toy to play with or did I? Everyone hates school anyway. I'd be doing a favor to the rebellions.

But the consequences are definitely horrible.

...

I stood in the corner, grumbling curses at the elders in my own made-up language.

I would've been sent to dungeons if they knew I was cursing at them.

"Will you stop grumbling whatever that is?" Alpha Gray, sighed, muttering his apologies to the elders.

I do have a good connection with Alpha but when it comes to the elders. Oof! They are just waiting for a mate to appear and take me away from them. Though I'm pretty sure I don't have one.

Why? Because I'm human. Now you're like, oh please! Even humans have mates. Yeah, I know that. But what about a human out of a werewolf family? Got an answer for that?

"This is horrendous. How long do we have to suffer from her daily childish pranks?" One of the elders furiously slammed his hands on the table.

"As long as I stay here, which is, by the way, till your death," I answered in a teasing tone.

I won't get away with this for sure. I'm dead for sure.

He glared back at me with his black werewolf eyes, ready to transform and rip me off.

"She's the pack member. We cannot abandon her nor send her in the dungeons." Alpha Gray voiced out, drumming his fingers on the table.

"Then what punishment this little puny human can take?" The bold old grudgingly elder asked as I tried to growl at him but it was like I had an itchy throat.

Alpha Gray cleared his throat, smirking and turning his eyes at me. "The pack's house has the worst job."

And that's how I knew I was doomed for sure.

"Not that! I will die in that foul smell of blood." I begged for mercy, but I was assigned to the worst of the worst.

As I stood in a muddy apron and hat with gloves that weren't useful either, I finally admitted my mistake.

"Why the laundry work!?! You could've given me the cooking work but this! I'll die because of the smell." I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility.

"Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room.

Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell.

"Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

Or I would like to say- the incoming death call from the grim reaper.

"What's next? Cleaning the toilets?" The beta laughed at my face.

"No, but probably your secrets being exposed in the whole school," I smirked, though in secret I had no secret to hold against him.

"Oh! Wow. I'm terrified." He mocked me, acting surprised.

I groaned, sitting on the pile of clothes. I swear the room is legit more of clothes than a floor and walls.

"Make sure to wash these by hand. They are hand-wash materials." He informed me before leaving with more laundry.

More laundry to kill me with.