Three

CHAPTER THREE

“All students should gather,” Our principal announces. My friends and I get to the hall quite early. A few minutes later, students fill the hall, and the principal stands in front of us, on an elevated platform.

“Good morning students,” He says.

“Morning.”  Only a few students reply, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Don Richardo will be coming to our school tomorrow, so you all should behave yourselves,” he states.

“Yes sir!”, we all chant, understanding how serious this is.

From what I hear, Don Richard is very rich, powerful, and cruel. It is rumored that he hasn’t found his Erasthai.

“You may all leave now.”, the principal says, and we all stand up and leave the hall. Immediately, voices fill the air.“I heard he is hot,” Sheldon whispers, and her mate gives her a look, and we all laugh.“I love you more, baby,” she says as she kisses him, and earns herself a smile.

“I’ll see you guys later, I say, and I leave for my classes. I sit quietly, awaiting the teacher’s arrival when I catch the smell of my Wolf catches my nose, and my Wolf whimpers.

“I’m sorry, Ella, he doesn’t want us.”

“His Wolf does,” she says.

“I’m sorry.”, I say to my Wolf and she doesn’t say anything in return. I will myself to take my mind off Jordan when I hear him talk about me.

“I obviously can’t make her Luna,” he says, and I feel my heart shatter into a thousand pieces. I don’t want to cry, because I am not weak.

If he doesn’t appreciate me, someone else will. But the question is, who?. Who wants someone like me anyway?. I can’t hold it in anymore, and I run out of the school, and I run into the forest to let my wolf out. My Wolf is light brown with silver eyes. I run deeper into the forest until I can’t feel my legs.

I walk back slowly in my wolf form. Since my house is partially outside the packhouse, I know nobody will see me. I enter my room, have my bath, put on a short gown, and lay on my bed, sulking.

My mom enters my room and hurries to my bedside. She asks what happened, and I tell her it’s nothing to worry about. Understanding my struggles, she assures me that accepting Jordan’s rejection will make things easier.

I nod, and she smiles.

We eat dinner in silence. It is the quietest dinner we have ever had, but it isn’t my fault that I can’t come to terms with being rejected.

After dinner, I clear the dishes, move to my room, freshen up, and sleep.