minute he got here to taunt me. Well, too bad. Whoever this new student was, I wouldn't let him have his way with me. Never. His cold and unnerving eyes bore into mine. Even his ridiculously perfec

y own good. He was definitely trouble. I knew there was something off about him. From what I could get from the gist, he was an Alpha. But of which pack? The other ones I've heard of apart from ours weren't led by a high schooler. I mentally face-palmed at how badly behaved I was towards him and the baseless assumption I made of him being affiliated with Higan. I pursed my lips as I scanned the hallway. There were barely any students around as most had already cleared out for their next period. I prayed silently I wouldn't catch a glimpse of him. I was going to avoid him as much as possible. The rest of the day passed by in a blur. I managed to avoid any more confrontations with Higan's minions, and I knew for certain that he wasn't busy doing his dirty deeds with Tess, because there was no heart-wrenching pain. But there was this lingering fear in my mind, that I had crossed the wrong person. By the time the final bell rang, I was more than ready to leave. I made my way to my locker, in a dash. Just as I was about to close my locker, I felt an airy presence behind me. My heart leaped into my throat, as I spun around, expecting to see Higan or one of his goons. "You," I blurted absentmindedly. Ethan stood a few feet away, with an expression I couldn't decipher. Those strange eyes fixed on me again. Shit! Shit! Shit! "Do you need anything?" I asked, my voice quivering. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he took a step closer, his intense gaze searching. "I'm sorry I upset you earlier," he said quietly, the words still sounding foreign coming from his mouth. "I didn't mean to." His gaze remained locked on mine, an awkward silence stretching between us. I arched my brows, not knowing the right words to say. I might just say the wrong thing and who knows what he might do to me. For Moonsake I was just an Omega. "Where are you from?" he demanded, his voice carrying an authority I couldn't resist. I pondered on why he would ask me such. Shouldn't the question be directed at him? He was the new guy in town. I didn't utter a word, but he continued. "There's something different about you." "Different?" I echoed, narrowing my eyes, reminiscing the moment he first mentioned the word. "What are you talking about?" He hesitated as if searching for the right words. "What bloodline are you from?" he asked. Bloodline? What's with the strange questions? Is he trying to end my generation? I'd be open to seeing his displeasure when he finds out I'm nothing but an omega. "Are you from the Moon Stone Pack?" I stared at him, trying to process what he had just asked me and it took everything in me not to laugh, considering I was in a dire situation I wanted to get out of. Did he seriously just ask me if I was from the Moon Stone Pack? The Moon Stone Pack was ancient and was one of the first bloodlines of werewolves. They harnessed unimaginable powers from the moonstone, making them, unbelievably powerful and indestructible. But according to legends, they vanished into myth whe