Azariah's pov

Well this is just great. Note sarcasm. Two days a week!! There making us go two days a week for the next few months.

It's not that I dont want to go to other packs per se, I just like it to be my choice.

According to Mrs. Klesson, our teacher, we will all benefit from attending the medical training facility in Snowmoon packs territory. Apparently all the packs top Doctors meet up once every few months to share new information or findings they have come up with. Snowmoon pack has come up with new methods of treating things such as silver poisioning, wolfsbane poisioning and so on. And since there aren't enough teachers to send out to the other packs, they've invited us there.

How generous.

I feel like a well worded email could have covered this , why make us go twice a damn week. And I am currently voicing this to a rather amused looking Micah. Of course the king of calm, cool, and collected has absolutely no objections to this.

As a matter of fact, he thinks it'll be a great opportunity to form new relationships with the other packs up and coming rising stars. Aka future Alpha's and Beta's what not.

We've already established relationships with a couple of them, but not Snowmoon's new Alpha. A few months ago Alpha Joseph handed the reins down to his son, for personal reasons from what we heard.

I continue to voice my complaints as I practice knotting stitches. Micah watches my hands work, letting me vent. How I'm able to work the needle and thread so precisely while not even paying attention, due to my annoyance, is beyond even me.

Loop, thread, knot repeat.

My lines on the practise skin are perfect and I finish quickly, moving aside for Micah to have a go at it.

Just as Micah sets up, I notice he goes stiff as a board. His eyes quickly dart up to mine with an "oh shit" look on his face. I would have burst out laughing then and there if I wasn't currently staring at the face of the reason his looks like it does.

Priya fucking Evans.

Not that I personally had a beef with her, Micah however did. You see, Priya relentlessly, and if I'm being honest, also shamelessly, has thrown herself at Micah ever since the begining of highschool.

She somehow got it in her pretty blonde head that she was gonna be this packs next Luna. Of course the only way to do that was to land Micah himself. And man has she tried.

She comes sauntering over, putting a little extra sway in her hips as she does. She's wearing her trademark skin tight jeans, and even tighter top that leaves nothing to the imagination. Then there's her four inch heels, that make an annoying clicking sound with every step she takes.

Most males in our pack drool over her. Not Micah. He's always been able to see right through her.

"Hey Micah, how are you doing?" She purrs in his ear.

"Just fine thank you" He politely replies.

Oh man, I'm loving this. His current expression makes him look constipated. Its's taking all my self control to keep my face neutral.

"So I was wondering , would I be able to catch a ride with you to the classes at Snowmoon pack?" She says as she presses her chest against his arm.

Micah's eyes once again dart to mine, with a pleading look in them, begging me to help. Funny how he does a shit ton of complaining about my attitude, until he needs it to save his hide.

He's gonna owe me big time.

"Ah, I'm sure your not aware of this, but Micah's truck doesn't have a back row" I say as nicely as I'm able to.

She looks in my direction as if just noticing me standing here for the first time. Her eyes narrow, and she puts her hands on her hips, trying to look intimidating. I still have to hold back the urge to laugh.

"And what's your point Azariah?" She snarkily asks.

" You mean besides the fact that he has no room to take you and I both". I inform her.

" The front row has 3 seats does it not?" She's grasping at straws here, but I admire her courage.

I give Micah a look that asks if I still have to play nice. The slight lift of his lips is the only green light I need. At least I'm a good enough friend, I let him think it was his call. The gloves were coming off either way.

"Why yes Priya it does, however thats where my coffee holder sits and if Micha has to choose between you and it , I guarentee my coffee wins." I give her a smile that basically says go ahead, ask him yourself.

She whips around to face Micha and in the most annoying voice ever she whines "Micah, are you honestly gonna let her speak to me like that?" She rubs her hand up his arm, and Micah's cool finally snaps.

He grabs her hand and pointedly looks at it like it's the most vile thing to ever touch him, and to be honest it probably is. He pushes it away from himself and drops it. Then he does his famous pinching of the bridge of his nose.

"If you have a problem with how Azari spoke to you, I suggest you take it up with her, as you can see I'm busy here". His voice is low and gruff, letting her know he's pissed.

There's no way I can hold back my laughter now. Priya only ever worries about her looks, she has never put any effort into anything like studies, or training to fight, because she feels that if she's pretty enough some guy, aka Micah, will look after her.

Me on the other hand, I can look after myself just fine. Most men in our pack wouldn't even be dumb enough to pick a fight with me. That probably has a lot to do with who trained me to fight.

I continue to laugh as I say " So did you want to step outside and talk about your supposed hurt feelings?"

I'm not surprised when her face pales visibly and she just turns and walks away.

"You know, if you want to ride with her , I can always take my own car." I say just to get a rise out of Micah.

Truthfully, I do have my own car, it's just that Micah always picks me up to ensure I show up. He says if I'm left to my own devices, I'd even be late to my own funeral. Yup, he's a real comedian.

He finishes the line he's stitching then looks up at me and shakes his head. "If your trying to get out of going, forget it."

Since today is Monday, I only have two days to try to get out of going, cause apparently Thursday and Friday were the days they decided we would go. Considering Micah never puts up with my bullshit it's gonna be harder than pulling teeth getting out of this.

As if he can tell where my thoughts are going he tries to bribe me.

"Make you a deal, I will bring coffee and donuts everyday we have to go up there, plus I'll let you pick the play list the the ride." He tries bribing me.

I roll my eyes at him, as if coffee and donuts can buy my cooperation.

"But if you take her instead, you won't be annoyed with my constantly being late, and it'll be a peaceful ride as I'm sure her mouth will be to pre-occupied to do much talking"

Micah drops his head in both hands and groans. I can tell I've won this round, so before he can say anything back I turn and walk out of class.

I go in search of coffee and something to eat. For some reason, I'm not able to go more than a couple hours without eating. I can easily out eat my two best friends, put together at that.

Good thing for me my metabolism is naturally super high, or I'd be a rather thick girl, that's for sure. As it was, I'm already quite curvy, but that's just hips and chest. One would define it as an hour glass figure, and there's women out there who would kill for it. Definitely not something to be ashamed of.

Micah finds me a short while later sitting outside on a bench stuffing my face with some snacks I got from a vending machine. He comes over and sits beside me, his usual easy going smile gone. This here is the serious Micah, the one who's ready to have a talk with a snarly pack member. Looks like I'm said snarly pack member.

It was still a bit cool out as it was only the end of March, but I liked this weather. Not scalding hot nor freezing cold. And the grass was starting to turn green again after being suffocated under snow for the last few months. I loved this time of year when things were starting to bloom again.

"Okay girl, lets talk. Tell me why your so against going? And be serious here" He asks of me.

Im not sure how I can explain something to him that I'm not even a hundred percent sure of myself. How do I explain a bad feeling. Cause that's all I have at this point, a bad feeling.

The second the teacher told us about this, something in the pit of my stomach gave off a warning. I couldn't tell if it was just a bad feeling or my wolf not liking it.

My wolf and I had issues. Ari never communicated with me the way others wolves did with them. Apparently your wolf could have a silent conversation inside your head, not that I would know because it has never happened for us. I had to learn fast the signs that she was about to break free to go for a run, otherwise things could get uncomfortabe. Imagine one minute your eating pizza with friends, the next your clothes are shredding and people are running in terror.

That's the other issue with my wolf, she is certifiably crazy. Anyone who gets to close to her she attacks. My own mother won't even go near her. The only person to date she hasn't bitten is Jace's wolf, Ehron, she just ignores him.

And because of this, Ehron got the unfortunate job of babysitting her whenever she comes out to play. He's never once complained, but I can't imagine it's a fun job. Always having to be worried if he'll be her next victim.

So sometimes I wonder if the bad feelings I get are her way of warning me against things. Even though were not able to talk I at least hope she cares about my well being.

"Honestly Micah, I'm not even sure. Something just tells me this is a bad idea. And I mean more than just having to get up that much earlier" I say with a slight laugh and bump him with my shoulder.

" Okay. Well you know were in this together and if at any point you feel uncomfortable then we will tell them were done. But lets at least give it a chance. Any skills we gain only helps our pack members. And I'm being honest when I say were a team and theres nobody else I'd consider going with." He says the last with a smirk referring to my un-called for comments about him taking Priya.

"Fine!! But I want two donuts and my coffee better be extra large."

" Done. Thank you. "

" Ya ya don't mention it" I say.

" Oh by the way, did you send Jace that package yet?" Micah asks with a knowing smile.

"Hell yes I did. I just wish I could see the look on his face when he opens it"

As bad as Micah and I have it, Jace has it worse. He spends morning, noon, and night training and fighting. He's in his 3rd year and final year of basically " boot camp" so he can join the pack warriors. In five days he will take his final test then come home and officially become a pack protector.

I may need someone to protect me when he gets that package!!!

Jace's pov

The sound of a loud ear piercing whistle rings out , signaling practice is over. Thank fuck. Every muscle in my body is screaming, ones I didn't even know I had at that.

Even though I'm in the best shape of my life, these sadistic bastards find new ways to torture us. Daily.

I use my discarded t-shirt to wipe the blood off my face. The bastard I was sparring with got a few lucky shots in. What can I say, I was distracted. It also may have been that I underestimated his ability to actually land a punch. And my face was paying the price for it.

"Jace, hold up". I hear Blake yell out to me.

Blake is one of the sadistic bastards who ran this training facility.

I stopped and turned immediately, giving him my full attention. Blake was not somebody you wanted to show disrespect to, unless you didn't want your own mom to recognize your face that is.

"Whats up sir?" I'm still wiping up the blood as he approaches.

" That" He gestures to my face. "You fucking new here or something pup?" He crosses his arms over his muscular chest, and the display is aggressive enough that I take a step back.

" Sorry sir, I guess I'm just having an off day".

" You guess??" He yells in my face. "Cause if I had to guess I'd say the top student here just willingly got his face beat to a pulp. Have you forgotten basic self defense pup?"

Shit. He's yelling loud enough now that we've drawn a crowd.

"No sir" Thats all I manage to say before I see his huge fist come flying towards my face.

I dodge the impending hit, but apparently he isn't done. He continues to swing at me, in a flurry of motion, and although I manage to avoid getting hit in the face, he lands one in my left rib cage.

All of the air is instantly stolen from my lungs, making it burn as I try to draw air in. Fuck, there's definitely broken rib.

I don't have a chance to let my guard down though , as he keeps coming at me. I know what he's looking for and he won't stop until either I land a hit on him or I'm unconscious on the ground.

Yup, thats how these bastards work.

After several more attempts, on his part, to land the final blow, I see an opening. I swing with what little energy I have left.

CRACK

My fist lands squarly on his jaw. Thank fuck. Cause any longer and I definitely would have been facing the option number 2.

Great, now blood is running off my right hand as that hit split a few of my knuckles wide open.

But I don't dare move an inch. I'm not stupid, nor do I have a death wish. I've made this mistake once before, only once.

After staring me down for what felt like an hour, but in all reality was maybe thirty seconds, his face splits into a huge grin, showing his front teeth that are covered in blood. Glad to know more than just my hand felt that one.

He turns his head and notices the crowd, "Unless you wanna trade places here with Jace, move it the fuck out."

Blake takes a step towards me and reaches out to place his hand on my shoulder.

"Talk to me Jace, this isn't you. Your five days away from getting out of this hell hole, and I haven't seen your face look this bad since your first year here. ."

" I'm just overthinking the final test." LIE. " Wondering if I'm as good as everyone thinks I am , or expects me to be." Another lie. I know I'm good , otherwise I wouldn't have made it in the top five out of the hundred and twenty warriors who came here three months ago.

In the top 5, there's one member from each pack. So the fact that I made it to this point confirms that I have what it takes. I've dreamed of this very moment since I was 14yrs old.

That also happens to be the age I realized that I did not just see Azariah as a friend. Did that have anything to do with my decision to prove my worth as a top warrior?? Hell yes. I wanted her to see me as something more.

The first two years of training here, there are no cuts. But in the third year they make cuts daily. Someimes just for having a stupid look on your face. I personally seen someone get cut for that exact reason.

There's no way I can tell him the truth, that some curly, dark haired angel, who occupies my every thought is the reason I was distracted.

I'm more focused on the fact that in a week I'll be able to see her extrodinary face in person, than on my training right now.

Blake just nods at me , believing my lie. He pats my shoulder a couple times , nods his head and walks away. I'm glad he doesn't push the issue. I'm not the worlds best liar.

Thank goddess thats over, cause I need a shower so bad I'm sure the wolves in the next town over can smell me.

I've never been more thankful for the upgraded accomodations I'm currently in. Once you make top 5, you get your own room and private bathroom.

Prior we were all shoved into a military style barracks, complete with a communal shower. As wolves nudity shouldn't bother us, and for the most part it doesn't. I'm just not really a fan of being in that close of proximity to more weiners than an Oscar Mayer factory.

Just as I'm stepping out of the shower, I hear someone knocking loudly on my door. I throw a towel around my waist, as to not scare the unsuspecting person on the other side, and ran to open the door.

" Jace Lyk?"

" Ya thats me" I say looking at the younger boy who's holding a large box.

"This is for you" He says as he shoves the box towards me.

Once I have it in my hands the boy, who's name I don't get, runs off down the hall as if I'm the devil himself. Weird.

I don't even need to look at the tag to know who its from. I can smell her on it.

Fresh rain.

The way rain smells when its raining on a sunny day. And yes there's a difference.

My heart instantly picks up speed, beating so fast you would think I just had to run for my life. Her smell does that to me more often than I'd like to admit.

I close my eyes and bring the box closer to my face drawing in a deeper breath. I can instantly see her in my mind, wild curly black raven hair, hair that she hates but I personally love. I have pictured that wild hair of hers splayed across my pillow and bed an insane amount of times. Her eyes are a mesmerizing cross between blue and grey. More blue when she's happy or excited, more grey when she's sad or pissed off. I've been on the recieving side of both colors, more than once.

Her body is shaped like an hour glass. Curves so delicious if one were to stare to long, you'd have to come up with some creative ways to hide the boner you were sporting. Baggy sweat pants is usually the way to go if you were planning on spending any amount of time with her. Yes, I'm talking from experience.

But the thing I love most about her.. her smile. I don't care if it sounds cheesy, its the truth. I love how when I come home from being here she puts on this thousand megawatt smile like she's missed me more than she loves chocolate.

Goddess , will I ever grow a pair big enough to ever tell her how I truly feel for her.

"no and do you wanna know why? "

Oh great, Ehron has decided to pitch in his two cents worth.

I'm not in the mood for your bullshit right now Ehron.

"well to bad. Your a pussy, thats why. Your to afraid to take whats ours, and one day someone else will, and we'll be left in our own misery with your dumb ass to blame.."

I flop down on my bed and scrub my hand down my face. Not this shit again. I decide to ignore my obnoxious wolf who enjoys nothing more than tormenting me ,and open the box Azariah sent.

I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting. Definitely not this.

I find myself hunched over, holding my broken ribs, and laughing so hard there's tears running down my cheeks.

One wouldn't think a pair of silk boxing shorts was this funny.

I wipe the tears off my face to get a good look at my gift. Not that I expected any different, but they are an exact replica.

A replica to what your wondering.

Well let me tell you.

I'm currently holding a pair of red and white striped, with blue trim, silky boxing shorts, just like the ones Rocky Balboa wore in Rocky 4 when he fights Ivan Drago.

Azariah has this little obsession with the Italian Stalion, Rocky Balboa. I can't even begin to count how many times she's made me have a Rocky marathon day. Numbers one through four only though. She hates number five. Her theory is, if she doesn't watch it, then it didn't happen.

I glance down at the box they came in and notice the card. The front of the card has a picture of Rocky and Apollo Creed on it with their arms around each other. Cute. The back has her handwriting.

Jace

I'm so so so proud of you.

I know your final test is soon and is gonna seem impossible.

But guess what

It should have been impossible for Rocky to beat Ivan

but he did it.

I thought maybe you needed to wear the motivational shorts!!

I miss you

Kick ass and hurry the hell up and come home.

Love Azariah

Fuck! How is it possible that my heart is filled more love for her than before. I gotta try to figure out a way to see her as just my friend.

"you've been trying this for years. you get the same results every fucking time. Failure! she's ours and you need to do something about it. "

Ehron is right about a couple things here. First Ive tried hundreds of times to just look at her as a friend, and I fail every time. Second, someone will capture her heart one day. Someone who deserves her. And that person is not me.

I decide to facetime her. I know I probably should just text her seeing how distracted I already am due to thoughts of her, but common sense seems to have left me.

She picks up on the third ring and I'm instantly reminded as to why this was a bad idea. The sound of her voice is like a punch in the gut. I'm immediately sporting wood so hard its borderline painful.

Yup. Just one look at her face can do that to me. I wonder if I took matters into my own hands if she would notice. She'll probably be able to see the motion in my shoulder, then this conversation will just be weird.

Pain and suffering it is.

"Admit it, you love them!!!" She says with a big shit eating grin on her face.

I need to keep my composure if I plan to fool her for a bit. "There awful Azariah. You don't actually expect me to wear them do you?" I exaggerate a loud groan as I say this.

" What the fuck Jace! " Her beautiful smile falters and I almost feel bad. Almost.

I groan loudly again, and give her what I hope is a pleading look. " Come on, I can't wear these. I'll be the laughing stock of the entire camp. How will I ever show my face again?"

She gives me her famous blank faced stare. The one that warns you to choose your next words wisely.

I try my best to match that stare, but in the end lose.

The grin splits across my face before I can even stop it.

"Just fucking with ya girl. There the best!! Honest, this is the best gift I've ever gotten."

Of course it wouldn't matter what she sent me. I'd love it either way.

Her smile returns faster than it left. "Hell yes they are. Micah says there terrible but I think he's just jealous I didn't get him a pair."

We chat for a while about their school situation , and she tells me about Micah's stalker, aka, Priya. It feels amazing to hear her voice and laugh with her.

I don't know how I'm ever gonna go on like this. Go on pretending I just look at her as a friend. Six years is how long I've already been doing it, I'm not sure I have much left in me. I've thought about telling her at least a thousand times, but I always chicken out. Its more than just being afraid of rejection. Azariah comes from a very high ranking family. Me, not so much.

Don't get me wrong, she's never treated me as anything other than her equal. It's my issues. I'm the one who doesn't feel good enough to be her mate.

"Anyways Jace, I better get to bed. Micah's at his witts end with me being late everyday."

" Alright. See ya soon Azari."

She smiles warmly at me and I can just tell from the look on her face she's about to say something that'll deliver a blow to my heart.

" I am seriously proud of you. Regardless of how you do in the finals, your always number one to me"

And there it is. The shot that goes straight to the heart. I need to hang up fast before my poker face falters.

"Thanks, see you soon." I hang up fast before she can see my eyes starting to water.

Well isn't this just great. Im laying here, still hard as fuck, now thinking of her laying in her bed as well. I bury my face in both my hands. What the hell am I gonna do?

" What you always do loser. Jack off while picturing her bent over in front of you cause your to big a pussy to make it a reality."

Why Goddess, why of all the wolves, did I get this opinionated prick???

Azariah's pov

The next two days went by fast. To fast if you ask me.

On Tuesday we had our last day of medical training here at Moonwalker pack, Wednesday both Micah and I train for our upcoming roles as Alpha and Beta.

Basically what that means for me, is an entire day of lectures from my father. Good times.

So before I know it, the dreaded first day at the Snowmoon pack medical facility is here.

Somehow I managed to get up early enough to look presentable. Meaning my hair is not in a ponytail. I took the time to tame the frizz and made my curls look sleek. I normally don't do makeup, except a little lip gloss and mascara, and that's not changing today.

I check the time, still doing good, and head into my closet. I plan to be ready for when Micah gets here.

I need to show him I'm committed, and not to an asylum, to this new training because as his future second in command, he needs to know I take these things seriously. According to one of the lectures I received yesterday.

I've always taken my position seriously, I just don't see why I need to get up at the crack of stupid to prove it.

I somehow, by the grace of the Goddess, make it outside before Micah pulls up. I lean against the house and attempt to look bored so he thinks I've been here way longer than the thirty seconds I was before he pulled up.

He tried to mask his surprised expression quickly as I walk to the passenger's side door. And failed.

As I open the door, I can't help myself from taking a dig at him. "Oh Micah, I knew you loved me. You picked me up before Priya!!"

He shakes his head in mock annoyance, as I climb in. I know he finds me funny, he just won't admit it.

As promised there's coffee and donuts. Not that I doubted he would keep his word, I'm just a bit surprised that he brought an entire box of donuts.

I look at him, then the donuts, then back at him. Asking a silent question.

Micah chuckles, then in what he thinks is a serious tone, turns to me and says " I've known you long enough to know that you're a much nicer person when you're all sugared up. Consider it an act of compassion towards the other students who will be subjected to you today."

Without acknowledging his stupid comment, I select the first, of several, I'm going to eat. Just as I stuff a huge bite in my mouth, the jerk face decides to compliment me. "You look nice today by the way."

Still, with a mouthful of donut I reply " Are you saying that I normally don't?"

" That's entrapment and I refuse to answer." He outright laughs at me.

I turn to look at him as I reach for my coffee. Micah looks pretty good too. Although if I'm being honest, he always does. There's a reason, besides being the next in line for Alpha, that the females all drool over him.

He has thick, long, chocolate brown hair, the kind that most women would kill for, it's shaved around the back and sides and he normally wears it back in a ponytail. His eyes are a rich chocolate brown as well, framed by thick eyelashes. His eyebrows are thick without being bushy, and he sports a five o'clock shadow that completes his dark and dangerous look.

He stands at 6'4 and is muscular, but what Alpha blooded offspring wasn't? So ya, he looked good too, but I wasn't about to say so. His ego didn't need the boost.

After swallowing my mouthful of coffee I smiled at him. " Well, I didn't want to embarrass you in front of everyone." That was Priya's job after all. I don't dare say that last part out loud though.

Over the years, that she-wolf has done some pretty cringe-worthy things to get Micah's attention. And of course, while doing so, has caused a ton of embarrassment for him. The top of the long list has to be the time she went into our local pharmacy, selected several boxes of condoms and went up to the pharmacist, and asked which ones would be best for her and Micah to use. Needless to say, word got around town pretty damn fast, and the next thing Micah knew, his dad was having "the talk" with him.

The talk for wolves was much different than the talk for humans, I assure you.

Most of us wait until we select who we want to be our mate, to have sex. Otherwise, we run the risk of leading them on. Selecting your mate is a huge deal because once you mate and mark them, there's no going back. As in, cannot be undone. The marking binds your wolves and once done, our furry side will never accept anyone else.

There's an old wives tale our parents like to tell to scare us. They say that if you spend too much time with someone without mating your wolf will eventually make the decision for you and do something called "imprint" on them. Once the wolf imprints, that person is yours rather you like it or not, or so the story goes. Nobody has ever heard of this happening, so I can't understand why the need to tell such lies. Oh wait, to scare us out of unmated sex, that's why.

We arrived with time to spare, and it was kinda nice not to be the last ones entering the classroom. We were however still met with everyone's curious eyes. What else is new?

Each pack selected five students to come to this special training, which was another sore spot for me. Like gee, thanks for the honor. Not.

From our pack, there was myself, Micah, Priya, this shy girl who was super smart, Amber, and a guy who was a year younger than us, Erik.

All except Amber were here. The class was almost filled up when she came in. When I say she's shy, I mean like so shy she barely even lifts her head to meet anyone's eyes. She always dresses very modestly and plainly, as if she doesn't want to draw any attention at all to herself.

She dared to look up and glance around for an empty chair, I waved at her and pointed at the spot next to me. If I was uncomfortable being here I could just imagine how she must feel.

As she started to make her way towards us, a she-wolf from another pack took it upon herself to try to give the entire room a big laugh.

Amber was walking past the girl, and said girl loudly snorts and says "Nice outfit. Mind telling me where you shop? I need to get my grandma a birthday present".

Just as some of the immature idiots start laughing, I jump up so fast that my chair goes flying behind me and hit the wall with enough force that the entire class shuts up and looks back at me.

"The fuck did you just say" I speak with enough venom that the bitches eyes go wide. " Are we in high school here bitch?"

The girl whose name I don't know, or care to know, stands up and decides she did in fact put on her big girl panties today and faces off against me.

I immediately take a few steps towards her, putting myself between her and Amber. She matches my move and gets right in my face.

"You got a problem, or are you looking for one?" she says while trying to look tough.

Sorry Micah, looks like I'm going to embarrass you today after all.

I laugh right in her face, considering the level of training I've undergone in the fighting department, the laugh is very warranted. " You think you're going to be a problem for me? Damn, you must have been dropped on your head as a child."

Before she can even reply, Micah's voice rings out loudly, "Beta Winters, she is not worth your time or effort. Please come back and sit down, we're here to learn to treat injuries, not cause them. " He then turns in her direction and gives her his famous polite smile, " As for you, I'd watch who you challenge in the future, next time I won't interfere. "

Micah's use of the term "Beta" gets the reaction he was going for. Everyone was looking at me with wide eyes and open mouths. As I said, I was going to be the first-ever female Beta, and while these were just rumors to the other packs before, he just confirmed its truth.

Even though I wasn't Beta yet, it was a title Micah used to show respect toward me. And probably also to warn others about picking a fight. Wise move.

I stood there for a few more seconds, slowly looking at her from top to bottom, then back up. I smiled at her then turned my back, signaling I took her as no threat and made my way back to my seat. Before I sat down, I needed to let her know something, "If you ever speak to one of my pack members like that again, I promise yours won't be able to recognize you."

A man who I didn't notice yet, walked over to her, " Trish, do you mind telling me what this is all about?"

The bitch, or apparently Trish, bows her head, "Sorry Alpha Zane, it's just a misunderstanding."

He looks over at me, raises an eyebrow, asking if this is true.

Well shit. Less than ten minutes here and I'm looking straight at the Snowmoon pack's newly appointed Alpha. We had all heard that his father, Alpha Joseph, had handed the position down to his 24yr old son very recently. Everyone was surprised as Zane hadn't taken a mate yet, and therefore the pack had no Luna. It was shocking, but not unheard of.

"No misunderstanding Alpha, I meant what I said." Might as well own it, besides I'm not one to back down.

He gives me a polite smile, then takes a seat.

Double shit. He was in this class with us. Could my day get any worse?

The rest of the day goes by surprisingly uneventful. And by that I mean boring. The teacher here, Mr. Mckae, goes over all the stuff we will be learning. He briefly talked about the different types of treatments we would be learning and so on. This definitely could have been summarized in an email.

The class was let out early, and Micah and I made our way out to his truck. Just as I was about to get in I hear someone yell out to us. I'd like to say I was surprised when I turned around and saw it was none other than Alpha Zane, but that would be a lie.

He walks up to us with a big smile and holds out his hand, "Hello, sorry we didn't get a proper introduction earlier. I'm Alpha Zane, a pleasure to meet you"

" Micah Koyle, nice to meet you as well". Micah shakes his hand, then they both turn to look at me.

Great, my turn.

I shake his hand, "Azariah Winters". I don't bother to say nice to meet you, cause honestly, I'm not sure that it is.

"So the rumors are true. You're the future Beta of the Moonwalker pack? " The way he's looking at me makes me a bit uncomfortable. It wasn't that it was creepy, or that he was blatantly eye fucking me or anything, there was just this weird glint in his eye.

Micah must notice my unease as he answers for me. " Definitely true. And if I'm being honest, any Alpha would be lucky to have her."

Zane continues to look at me and says " Lucky indeed. Anyways, I was wondering if you could please tell me what the problem was earlier Azariah?"

"The problem is that I didn't enjoy high school the first time around, and I'm not enjoying it much now either. If your pack members are going to insult and try to humiliate mine, they're going to be met with my unfriendly side." I say as I put on the most insincere smile that I can.

"My apologies. Trust me that it won't happen again. Enjoy your evening guys. "

Micah makes some remarks about it being nice to meet him, but I'm not paying attention. I spot Amber getting into her car and I head that way so I can talk with her.

As rough of a first day I've had, she's definitely had it worse.

I catch her before she's able to start her car, " Hey Amber, you got a minute?" I holler through the window that's rolled up.

She rolls down the window, not looking at me, and nods her head.

"I'm really sorry about what happened this morning. Some people are just natural-born losers and do shit like that to try to look cool. You know you don't ever have to put up with someone speaking to you like that. "

"It's okay, I'm used to it. I learned to ignore it a long time ago." Even though she says this I can hear the untruth in her words. Nobody ever gets used to being treated like that.

"No it's not okay. And I won't ever tolerate anyone speaking to our pack members like that. And since I caused a nice big scene today, I think it would be best if you wait in the morning for us before you go in. " I wink at her as I say this.

She gives a small nod of her head, then starts her car.

When I get back to the truck Micah is already inside waiting for me. Thankfully the other one is long gone.

"Before you even start, I'm sorry about this morning."

Micah starts laughing and looks at me " LIAR"