IMPORTANT!!!!

This story was originally on @navpreet__. I forgot the password to the account and so I've transferred the story onto this one.

    The crowd roars with approval, yet all I can focus on is the money I've earned tonight. My opponent, The Skull, writhes on the ground in pain. It's funny really, not too long ago he was mocking me for being a girl.

  "His sleazy smile isn't there anymore." My wolf, Lila, purred in satisfaction. Nothing quite sated her hunger like putting misogynist men in their place.

  "No we wiped that off about 5 minutes into the fight." I said, as she snorted in agreement.

    This parts always a blur, or maybe time just slows when I'm in the ring, I don't know. What I do know, is that I'm out of the ring and on my bike with the cash I've earned tonight burning a hole in my pocket in no time.

  Mikes good with that, getting me out before the crowd gets in the way. I could stick around for the congrats and the pats on the back but then that would just complicate things. Keeping your identity a secret doesn't include making friends.

   It's bad enough that I garnered so much attention over the years that I've been on the run, I couldn't afford to slip up. I've almost saved enough to move to Europe. When I first ran, street fighting made the most sense. I'd never been to school, never been around humans. All I could do was fight. I didn't consider the amount of attention it would brings though. Now it's so bad that once I move, I don't think I'll take it up again. It'll be a fresh start.

   It's been four years since I escaped and guessing by the fact that I'm still alive, they haven't got a clue as to where I am. Then again, it's not like I've ever stayed in one place for long. It gets lonely, but living as a rogue and a prisoner has kind of given me a headstart, as opposed to someone with a normal upbringing. Do I hope to have my own family, my own home, my own people one day? Yes. Can I see it happening? No. With that said, I have no idea what pushed me to enroll at a goddamn high school.

   I'm jerked out of my thoughts as the already familiar rough, cracked concrete outside my apartment brings me back to my senses. The area is shady and definitely not anything special, but it's also the only neutral territory in town.

   Hopping off, I lead my baby into a garage before covering her beautiful body with a green tarp. To be safe, I make a point of wrapping a chain around one of her hinges and connect it to a pole. Silently slipping up the rusty stairs, no sound escapes me as I push open the door to my new home. The kitchen stove has definitely seen better days, and the dingy couch needs to go, but it's livable. Besides, it's better than the cold, bug-infested floor of a forest which would be preferable in wolf form if the forest didn't already house rogues. The living space and kitchen have no divider, but if I'm honest, I prefer it that way, more space.

   A narrow hallway leads to just one bedroom with a bathroom across the hall. Flipping on the light, I step into the bathroom only to come face to face with my broken reflection. Web-like cracks run along the top right corner, and the bottom right is missing entirely.

   Before I know it, my hands travelling from my temple to my neck. I find myself examining my dull brown hair and equally lusterless brown eyes. I often wonder which one of my parents I look like most. I don't remember much about them, just flashes, and the night I was taken. God bless werewolf memory.

   I shake myself from my thoughts, I know deep inside that I wouldn't change a thing about my life. I'm strong. Everything I've been through has made me independent and intuitive. Reading a person with just a look is quite an excellent ability to have when you're on the run.

   With the water scalding hot, I step into the steaming shower and wash away the blood and dirt gathered from the night. I don't bother with clothes before I drop face first into bed. A red hue graces my skin, and water runs down my neck as I drift off, trying to fit in a couple of hours of sleep before my first day of school the following morning.

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   My alarm clock blinks 5:59 back at me. A whole minute before my alarm clock rings. Which is very fucking frustrating but also expected. I was in charge of the food while I was a prisoner, I learned not to be late after the first beating and haven't been late since.

   I stumble and curse my way out of bed, into relatively clean clothes and race to the kitchen. After scarfing down some cereal, l pause outside the door to tie my shoes before making my way to the garage.

  The drive to school isn't long, and despite what you may think, I'm nervous. I don't expect to make friends, but this would be my first time ever stepping foot into school and I would really rather not make a fool of myself.

  It's comical how quickly the heads turn. I mean, my baby purrs loud enough to wake up a village, but still.

   My wolf stirs in response to the various emotions we sense. Curiosity, lust, admiration, jealousy, fear. The anger we sense is especially profound.

   My eyes follow the hostile sentiment to one particular group of she-wolves. With their arms crossed, heads held high, and eyes narrowed, they look like aggressive little chihuahuas ready to follow their 80-year-old grandmother on a relentless pursuit of tyranny. However, the 80-year-old in question is actually quite beautiful.

   Now while I won't be starting something with someone just because they don't like me, that nasty little attitude and look of superiority donning their faces has got to go.

"You think they're gonna be a problem?" I ask Lila.

  "Not for us they won't." She smirked.

   Sauntering up the steps leading to the entrance, I push open the main doors and start making my way towards the sign hanging from the ceiling that says Office. I'm in the process of taking in the large foyer as I walk when a dark-haired little thing slams into me.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watchi—"

  The quivering girl gets cut off by one of the she-wolves from before.

"Typical Lauren, did the doctor mess up your prescription again?" She snickered.

   Assuming shes done I open my mouth to speak but she cuts me off with a wave of her hand "I know how girls like you work, I would go through the works of pretending to welcome you and what not but it's best if you understand early on that there's a system around here. You're already a rogue honey lets not piss off the future Luna, okay?" She finishes with a sickeningly, sweet smile.

   I'll give her points for effort, but that's about where all the positivity ends. "You're a little odd. I mean, you just said I'm a rogue, so what exactly makes you think that you being the luna or future luna would matter to me?" I can't help but laugh.

   I don't wait around for her answer and continue towards the office. Sneakers squeak behind me, before the girl from earlier, Lauren, I believe her name was, catches up to me.

"That was awesome." She says.

"I didn't do anything, " I say.

   Lauren tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear before looking up at me, "No one really talks back to her like that, she's probably going crazy with rage right now."

I don't answer, as I walk towards the office with her tailing along. She's still talking but I'm not listening anymore.

There's an older woman at the front desk. She looks up when I walk in, narrowing her eyes before a look of recognition takes over her face, "You must be Cassandra Blake, here's your schedule." She says, smiling as she hands me my schedule.

  I call out thanks as I walk out while looking over my schedule. Lauren still trailing along while excitedly chattering about the classes we share.

  She leads me to my first class and I let out a sigh before pushing open the door, coning face to face with a very sharp nose.

  "Ah! You must be Ms. Blake." His glasses made his eyes look so big you would think he was part owl, not wolf. "Why don't you introduce yourself!" He said excitedly, before shuffling back to stand by the board, hands expectantly clasped in front of him. 'Mr. Holden' was scrawled on the board behind him.

   I have two options here, walk out and ditch this whole high school thing, or suck it up and play my part.

   "My names Cassandra." Option two it is. I could feel Mr. Holden about to urge me to continue so without wasting another second I made my way to an empty seat in the back and slumped into my seat.

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  The day progresses quickly, after first period, word had spread that the new girl wasn't interested in introductions, and so I managed to sneak into the back of every class, effectively avoiding conversation.

It was now lunch and Lauren was somehow still around despite my lack of enthusiasm. I guess a conversation couldn't hurt. I can't remember the last time I just had a mindless conversation with someone.

"So, tell me about yourself." She says, interrupting my thoughts.

"There's not much to know, " I can tell she's about to start pestering me, so I hurry to continue, "How about you start?"

  "Great, nice one. Give the overzealous puppy a bone, that'll definitely make her leave you alone." Lila muttered sarcastically, she's been restless today, I make a mental note to question her about it later.

   Lauren sighs, "Look, I know we just met, but believe it or not, I know a thing or two about needing to watch your own back. I'm the Alphas daughter, I'm supposed to command respect just by default yet I'm almost everyone's punching bag." That gets my attention, she notices the alarmed look on my face as she rushed to continue, "verbal punching bag, you think my dad would let them live if they harmed a hair on my head, hell they'd be lucky if it was my dad, my brother would tear them apart?"she says.

  "Physical pain isn't the worst, some actually prefer it. It's what happens inside that's truly dangerous." I say, as a truly intoxicating scent invades my senses.

   Suddenly every single nerve in my body is standing to attention. Lauren's talking in the background, something about her brother but I'm not listening anymore. The atmosphere shifts and my head turns of its own accord. My eyes clash with the most beautiful, vibrant green eyes. That's also the moment my anxious wolf decides to scream the one word I hoped I'd never have to say,

"MATE!!"

Oh Shit.