Katya
I take a good five minutes and multiple nudges from my mother before I actually get the guts to go face Ezra for my actions.
For some reason, the idea of upsetting him makes me nervous. Though it was funny and exhilarating to do at the time, now I am worried he will think less of me for doing it.
I creep out, but Mateo and Ezra are waiting in the corridor. Ezra pushes off the wall he is leaning against. I turn, about to run back into the locker room, only to run into my mother, who spins me back around to face him. Jasmine and Angie are still hiding in the gym’s locker room, waiting to see how much trouble I will get in before trying to escape.
"Ah ah ah Kat, you run, and I may just spank you," he taunts me. My face heats at his words, especially since he just said that in front of my mother.
"Well damn, that sounds like fun. Run, Kat, run," my mother whispers, making me chuckle and gape at her. What is with my parents today?
She gives me a push toward Ezra. "Well, I gotta go, but I will see you tomorrow, Kat," my mom says, giving me a hug. She kisses my head, walking off. Mateo follows her as they discuss training for tomorrow.
I bounce from one foot to the other awkwardly; Ezra stares with an indecipherable expression on his face. The man would be good at poker. I can not read him right now, which makes me more nervous.
Chewing my lip, I take a step toward him. "I can explain."
The edges of his lips twitch, and he raises an eyebrow at me. "By all means, please explain yourself," he suggests. At least his words don’t sound angry. They are more amused than anything else, making me confused and the swarm of nervousness in my stomach worsens.
" I ...you see-“ I fumble for an explanation.
"I did see, the entire school saw," he says, a smile slipping onto his face.
"Wait, you're not mad?"
"Oh, I am mad, but not for the reason you are probably thinking," he says while stalking toward me. I take a step back, making his smile bigger, and his eyes flicker to his beast for a second at the action. "I am mad," he says, reaching for me and pulling me against him, his voice next to my ear. "I am mad because you ran naked in front of the entire school, yet I shower with you and still have not seen you naked," he growls.
"It was a spur of the moment thing, not a well thought out decision.”
"And you don't sound the least bit sorry," he adds, though I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I am sorry, I’m sorry I got caught,” I chuckle. “So you're not mad at me?"
"No, not mad. A little jealous that you were so willing to show everybody what is mine before showing me."
"What's yours?" I question. He laughs, kissing the top of my head, when the air is full of screams.
The Alpha spins, facing the corridor exit, yanking me behind him. More screams drown out every other noise, just as the mindlink opens and a flood of voices howl through my head. Fear consumes me when I realize we are under attack.
“Rogues!” Everyone starts screaming the warning, just as we hear fighting outside and deafening growls.
“Fuck, I knew it,” Ezra growls, confusing me. “Get back in the gym now. Wait for Mateo!” He orders before taking off in a blur.
I am left standing in the corridor, when Jasmine and Angie rush out. The school is now empty besides staff and a few lingering students. Of all places to attack, why attack the school when it is about to close?
“Is it re-really rogue’s?” Angie stutters, her eyes wide while looking toward the glass doors. Her fear is so pungent I can smell it. Her heart is racing. We may have to train every day, but that doesn't mean we are ready for a war.
“Kat, where are you?” My mother’s frantic voice comes through the mindlink.
“Still in the gym,” I tell her, my heart pounding in my chest. Three large wolves parade past the glass doors at the end of the corridor. I freeze, holding my breath as the huge wolves prowl past. My heart beats like it is about to jump out my throat. Slowly they walk past, when abruptly the last one stops. His brown matted fur sticks to his body, he lifts his muzzle and sniffs around. Slowly, he turns, and makes eye contact as his breath fogs up the glass door.
“Mom!” I stutter through the link. It must be something in my voice because she screams at me.
“Hide! I am on my way!”
Angie, Jasmine and I start to back up, slowly and cautiously, trying not to draw attention to ourselves. Just as the other two wolves come back, also peering in at the three of us. The malted brown one licks the glass, its tongue rolling over it lazily.
“Get back in the gym,” I whisper, taking a step back, refusing to take my eyes off them.
The black one backs up before charging at the glass. It cracks on the first impact. A network of spider-web-like cracks travel across the glass. The wolf backs up and charges again. The barrier gives out, glass shards raining down onto its fur and across the floor.
“Run!” I scream, and spin on my heel. We sprint for the gym doors, our shoes squeak on the smooth floor as we run for our lives. We hit the green double doors at the same time, busting both of them wide open. Angie and I turn and grip the doors, forcing them closed and the lock clicks in place. One of the rogues hits the door, they push inward, making us jump and scramble to hold it shut.
They growl like possessed demons, before slamming their bodies into the doors over and over again, desperate to get to us, and willing to use their bodies as battering rams no matter the damage it caused. Jasmine takes Angie's place to put extra pressure on the doors so they don't bust open. Our shoes slip on the linoleum floor as they continue throwing their huge beast’s against it.
“Angie!” I scream, using the full weight of my body against my door. “Angie, find something to brace the doors.”
Angie looks around frantically, grabbing a chair from beside the bleachers. We jam it under the two handles, hoping it will hold as we back up, the door groans as they ram it again.
“What do we do?” Angie whimpers.
The banging stops.
Our hearts pound so hard that’s all I can hear.
A loud bang from behind us makes Angie yelp. We spin to face the new threat. Jasmine takes off, running full tilt at the door blown open by the wind.
“Jasmine! No!” I scream. Jasmine skids along the floor, trying to stop when the black wolf steps through.
The big black wolf shakes its head, baring its teeth as Jasmine scrambles backwards trying to retreat, but she is too close. It lunges at her, she doesn't even have time to shift before it rips into her neck, shaking its head viciously like a dog with a stuffed animal, sending the stuffing flying everywhere.
Jasmine can’t even scream because of the violent attack, and her eyes roll toward us, just one word on her lips before the light in her dies away.
"Run."