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(Patrick’s POV)

                I didn’t waste any time as I ran to the path that I know Alyssa would always use to get to their house. I ran in my wolf form if ever I come across any rogue wolves. If ever they lay a single hair to my precious girlfriend, I’ll kill them. Even if it’s against the rules to kill a fellow wolf – rogue or not.

                “Idiot, you don’t even know what happened.” My wolf said.

                “I don’t care, I’ll kill them if I find out that their involve in this.” I replied.

                “You’re not allowed to kill unless necessary. You know the rule young man! What will ever happen if I’m not with you.” He snaps. I felt my blood boil towards him. He acts like he doesn’t care. I was about to answer him back when a smell of blood hits my senses. I stop and sniff more. I followed the scent and it leads deeper into the woods. I see trees with blood all over it and my eyes were beginning to form tears, blurring my vision. I recognize the scent of the blood and all I could do was to hope that I’m wrong with my thoughts. I see a figure not too far and I started to tremble in my feet, the blood and the dress… its Alyssa’s. I ran towards the figure lying on the ground. Fleshes were ripped from limb to limb, her face unrecognizable anymore and the body’s covered with blood. Tears streamed down from my eyes as I whimpered and nuzzle my nose to her hands. There is a snap of a twig from behind but I am too broken to give attention to it.

                I heard a howl and immediately relax a bit, it’s my father. Soon, more of the pack came and someone threw me some clothes. I hesitated for a while but my father commanded me to dress. I transformed back and put the clothes on. I stared at my father with puffy eyes. My green ones meeting my dad’s black ones. I didn’t bother talking anymore and I started walking home. Sobbing I went inside the house and got directly to my room. I slump to my bed and cried myself out until I fell asleep.

(Sterl’s POV)

                “Ready for school?” my cousin – Carlo asks. I nodded and took a glance at the mirror to examine myself. Wearing simple jeans, paired with a simple shirt, and a black jacket. My hair has grown quite a bit longer as they cover my grey eyes and I’m a lot skinnier now.

                “You’re beautiful alright? Now let’s go. Don’t want to be late on your first day.” Carlo said while chuckling. Making my pale skin go red. I walk towards his car after saying goodbye to Karen – my aunt. I live with them now after my parents died in our burning house. After that incident; it was like, everything change, I lost everything I ever cared for. I lost them together with my emotions. I completely shut it inside me not wanting anyone to invade my personal space and feel pity on me. After being pass along to my relatives, my aunt got worried and decided to take full responsibility of me since she only live with her son after her husband cheated and left her. She’s great and wonderful but it’s not that easy for me to open up with her quickly, so I just give them a nod or one word response or other than that just stare blankly with complete poker face. I do great job on being a complete poker face. It sometimes annoys people, like some of the relatives that adopted me but couldn’t get any emotion out of my face so they surrendered and passed me again to some of our relatives. Though with my aunt, she didn’t care. She made an appointment with a doctor and they told my aunt that I was just traumatized and it’s a defense mechanism to shut my outer emotion to anybody else. She understood and even made me more comfortable in this home.

                “You know…” Carlo started, breaking me out of my thoughts of how lucky I am to have Aunt Karen. “We’re here for you…” he continued and hugged me. Carlo may be a douche but he’s the sweetest cousin I ever have. And can you believe he’s a football player and a quarterback? He acts like this even when in public. I was surprised he didn’t care about his reputation being salvaged because of his attitude towards me and being sweet to a gay guy. He worries about me every time. We arrive at his school and soon to be my school too. We got our schedule and I headed towards my locker as I wave him off telling him I’ll be fine and that he would be late in class. He chuckled and bent down to kiss my cheek as I scowl at him. He laughed and ruffled my hair. He sure does know how to mess up my day. I continued searching for my locker. I found it and all I could do was to stare at it. Unfortunately it’s in the upper part which would give me a hell lot of a hard time considering how small I am with a height of 5’5. In a few moments someone opens their locker at my side. If not with the sunglasses, I would recognize him. It took me a while of staring to realize it’s Patrick. But why’s he wearing glasses it it’s almost raining outside?

                “Patrick” I said softly, hoping he wouldn’t hear me. But he did. He looks at me and smiles slightly.

                “Hi Pearl” he greeted.

                “Sterl.” I corrected and he chuckled as I kept a straight face. But the sight of him wants me to smile.

                “I know. I’m just kidding” he chuckled again and held his hand in front of me, asking for something. I raise a brow, wondering what he wants. He smirked and snatches the paper I’m holding.

                “We practically have all the same class. Great!” he said cheerfully and asked me to follow him. We arrive at our room and the teacher was already there. He let us in as the first bell rings. I give him my schedule and he smiled at me. If this is just a student, I would practically drool at the sight of him. He looks so young to be called a teacher. He swings his arm across y shoulder and introduces me to everyone. A boy, wearing a jacket that clearly means his a jock raises his hand. The teacher pointed at him and he stands up with a mocking look.

                “Are you gay?” he asks and I nod.

                “You would be an exception, unlike some other fag there!” he said indicating the word fag to a boy in front of him. He is bowing down, staring at his desk.

                “Words Mr. Romero!” the teacher scolded.

                “Anyways….” The boy continues. “Would you hang out with any of us? Say like me? You’re a lot prettier to be a boy.” He stated receiving a few cheering and laughing with his other jock friends.

                “I would… but not with a jerk” I reply. He scowled and shot me a glare. I walk to the back where an empty seat is. I glance at Patrick and he was laying his head on the desk; sleeping.

                “I’m Vanessa” the girl beside me introduces. I shake her hands introduces myself too.

                Soon, our first period ended and students gathered their things as they ran out of the room. Vanessa waited for me. I look at the boy that was bullied a while ago.

                “He’s name is Violet, but he prefers being called Vile.” Vanessa says. I smiled at the name he has. Not the very expected name to have. But it was cute.

                “Are you friends with him?” I ask. She hesitated first before nodding.

                “Is there any problem being friends with him?” I ask again.

                She shakes her head “Not really, but he doesn’t want me to get in trouble with him. He usually is, let’s say, the most wanted when it comes to bullying. But other than that, we’re best friends. Cousins even.” I nodded in understanding and started to head off to our next class.

                The bell rings and I bolted faster than anyone else in the class. I saw Veronica coming out from a room and walk towards me. I invited her to have lunch with me. I didn’t mention that I’m with my cousin because Carlo had it all planned out not to tell anyone that we’re cousins. So I just went with it and told Vanessa that I’m with a friend too, so it would be the three of us to have lunch. I stop on tracks as I saw the jocks bullying Vile, cornering him in the hallway. What made my blood boil even more was that, the crowd was not attempting to make any move. They just stood there and even had fun watching it. I could buy them popcorn if they want and I’ll literally shove it in their asses. I see Carlo walking towards the crowd. He saw me and smiled while waving at me, I saw Vanessa tense up. I raise a brow at her and she shook her head. I look back at Carlo and pleaded him to help Vile. He shakes his head giving me a stern look telling me not to mess with Romero’s group. I glared at him and rolled my eyes. I lunge towards the group of Romero even before Carlo could stop me.

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                “Now, one of you two would care to explain what happened in the hallway?” Ms. Angelica – the principal asks. I stared at Romero taunting him to tell the principal his reason of bullying a gay kid in this school. He was dumbfounded as expected. Afraid that he might be suspended for bullying. I smirk at him and even with his face; bruised and eyes swelling, he manages to give me a pleading look. Yep, I kicked his ass. Literally kicked his ass. I studied Aikido when I was a kid and I’ve been pretty good at it.

                “Are you going to tell me or I’ll suspend you both?” Ms. Angelica asks again.

                “I taught him a lesson for bullying my friend in the hallway.” I say. The principal raises a brow at Romero and he looked away guiltily.

                “And why would you bully someone Mr. Romero?” she asks directly to him. I snorted and he shot me a glare. I roll my eyes and said.

                “Because he’s gay and they deserve not to be respected.” Ms. Angelica sighed and rubbed her temple.

                “A week suspension for you Romero, and three day detention for you new student.” I smiled thank her leaving a fuming Romero at the office. It’s almost time for lunch so I didn’t bother entering my last period in the morning and headed to find the canteen.

                I found the canteen as the bell rang signaling for lunch. I waited for Carlo and Vanessa at a table near the window. I see Vanessa with Vile walking inside the canteen. I wave at them and they walk their way towards me.

                As soon as they came closer, Vile envelop me in a bear hug and for the first time, I laughed as I hug him back. He was repeating saying thank you and how he was grateful that someone stood up for him. I told him it was nothing and stop worrying about Romero. I would beat his ass again. Vanessa was all over me telling me how awesome I was when I fought Romero fairly, considering how strong Romero is and how small I am. I laughed at them and told them that they should never underestimate their opponents. I was enjoying our chit-chats when an angry looking Carlo walks in. every one practically gives him the way, moving aside so as not to face his wrath. As soon as he came close, he started checking on me; my back, my arm, my face, may body, and spun me around. I scowled at him and he hugs me.

                “Never do that again! What if Romero hurt you?! I would have killed the bastard! Told you not to mess up with him!” he said as he crushed me in his hug. I glance at my friends and they hang their mouth open. Some of the students were starting to whisper at each other. And I got a bit uncomfortable with the looks of some.

                “um, we’re getting too much attention” I said and pulled away from him. He leaned in closer to my ear and whispered reminding me not to tell anyone that we’re cousins. I nodded as he made his way to get us foods.

                “how?” both Van and Vile asks at the same time.

                “How what?” I ask

                “How did you ever tame a wild beast like Carlo?” Vile said. I laughed hard. Oh god! Is this why he is pulling on some pranks and telling me not to tell anyone that we’re cousins?! Can’t believe he’s using me. But might as well enjoy it. I shrug at their question and waited for Carlo.

                “Why? Is he a badass jock in here?”  I asks. Intrigued in the life of my cousin in this school.

                “not just a badass. He’s a star in this school, everybody looks up to him, every whore girl wants to sleep with him…” Vile said dreamily. Someone tells me he’s crushing on my cousin.

                “… and hot” Vanessa continued. I laugh at their dreamy state.

                “So, is he like… you boyfriend or anything?” Vile asks and caught me off guard. Carlo never told me what to tell when someone ask what we were, he just told me to not to tell anyone that we’re cousins.

                But even before I could answer, Carlo came with bunch of food. I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. I dip my finger into the cake that he bought as a dessert and placed the icing in his nose. He smiled evilly at me and did the same. Soon we were playing with our foods as we laugh with our childishness.

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