IVY

No one knew what was going on yet.

Students were grumbling about the amount of time we were wasting and others were still sleeping peacefully. Talia and I ran up to where the driver was and tried to speak with him. Reaching his seat, we quickly realised that there was no talking to this man.

He was jerking his head every which way and mumbling something about dying before GTA 6.

This is who has  been steering us for the last 4 hours??!" She pointed a finger in his direction. "His hands haven't even left the wheel!"

She was right. His grip was so strong on the steering wheel, it would be easier to detach it from the dashboard than to pry his fingers off.

I looked toward the end of the bus and saw that people were starting to take notice of the wolves. Their shadows slid across the bus windows in pieces, warped and disjointed, projected on the glass. 

The earth stood still, the grass darkened in various spots, flattened and bruised. The trees bent forward without wind, and nature held its breath as if waiting for a downpour.

A few girls had picked up their phones and were now recording the animals. 

"I'm gonna get so many views from this," One of them said. "Hey, move you're in my shot!" She elbowed the boy directly in front of the window.

The particular wolf she was filming must have been unimpressed with TikTok because it let out a low, grating snarl. 

The girl dropped her phone the moment she caught a glimpse of the look in its eyes. Shaking and now terrified, she lowered herself down to her seat and sat still.

The wolves began to circle the bus, snarling and growling as they toyed with their next meal. They seemed to revel in our agitation, and I wondered what would finally make them act.

"Can someone just...shoo them away? I don't see why we have stop our trip because of some rabid dogs." 

That did it.

Thunder roared and the bus began the shake. The wolves played a beat on the metal, hitting and denting the surface of the bus. People cried out and edged toward the other side of the vehicle, but that only served to make it unstable, almost toppling us over as the wolves pushed. 

"Everyone, stay calm!" Collins raised his voice and stepped in the center of the throng. 

"They're just animals; they sense our fear. We just need to assert our dominance." 

The pack howled as one, lifting their snouts to the sky like he's just said the most hilarious thing. Collins could figure that out too, because he narrowed his eyes and squared his shoulders in challenge.

Then he did something Townsend-worthy. He turned his back to us and roared at the wolves. 

We all reared back, startled and even the beasts paused. Then all at once they began the roar back in anger.

Collins moved  even closer toward the window , probably wanting to attempt the stupid stunt again, when one of them locked eyes with him and jumped forward,

Glass shattered everywhere.

Before we knew it, he was screaming. With jaws clamped around his wrist, he tried pulling and yanking it out but the wolf held on. It wasn't until he punched it's snout with his free hand that the whimpered and let him go.

He dropped to the floor and crawled his way toward the rest of us.

"Collins, are you okay?" I asked assesing the wound on his hand.

Blood poured in rivulets down his wrist, soking into his shirt and pants. The bite marks formed crescent shaped bruises around his arm, forming a weird sort of bracelet as he twisted it. It was like he didn't even hear me, he just looked around as if he'd been called by a ghost.

"I'm going to puke," Townsend announced before he began to retch on the bus floor. I couldn't even bring myself to be disgusted, because at that moment, we heard a different crash.

One of them had broken in through the rear window.

People were everywhere at once, scattering from the bus like frightened birds, their screams echoing across the empty field. They realized they couldn't outrun the wolves and settledfor crying out and screeching.

 One wolf almost tore Townsend's arm off when he tried to shoo it away with a beer bottle.

"Gah!" He jumped, landing back towards the bus before remembering that there was one in there and rushed to his feet.

In the chaos, I realized that Talia was no longer next to me. A different kind of fear gripped me that instant. I darted my eyes around the scramble of students looking for her and coming up empty.  My stomach churned, but I couldn't move.

"Talia! Tal-" My voice broke from screaming tearfully.

The wolves didn't rush. They circled us.  I gulped when I realized who they were closing in on.

The boy from the bus.

The one I'd barely registered that morning.

I took a closer look at him. His face jostled a memory from years ago, when my dad had just become Alpha. Powerful wolf families gathered in our house to celebrate him; I remember being told to stay in my room so that no one would see me. I was so amazed at the prospect of being around tons of wolves, hoping for the chance to see one transform. 

Peeking from the slit in my door hinges, my gaze landed on a young boy a little older than me. When all the other kids were rushing forward with their parents, he stayed behind his mother. I didn't understand why at the time, but  now, as he cowered beneath the creatures' gaze, I finally did.

A weak wolf hidden among humans. 

And I realized then that other wolves couldn't stand the sight of those inferior to them.

The biggest wolf in the pack stepped forward, as if wanting to take the first bite.

My body reacted before my mind.  I moved to shield him.

The wolf's gaze shifted.

To me.

A low growl vibrated under the soles of my feet. The wind died, carrying the scent of wet earth and fur.  It took its time approaching me, the other wolves studying me as if wondering how stupid I was to be a distraction from their Alpha's prey.  Panic was a living, breathing monster in me. 

I was going to die, and I knew it.

My hands clenched at my sides without thinking, my fingers pressing into the fabric of my jeans. Every instinct screamed at me to run but I stood firm, something inside me holding me in place.

It stalked in my direction, moving slowly, taking its time to assess me.

Time seemed to stretch. The air turned electric. The other students' cries seemed distant, muffled, as though the atmosphere had stilled. 

I wondered how much longer I would need to be brave, when a now familiar compelling force began pushing me to lift up my eyes. I hestitated until I heard someone scream; instantly, my eyes caught the Alpha's, forcing his gaze away from whoever had made that sound.

It stiffened, tilting its head as if considering me.

Maintaing eye contact, I took a step forward. The action carried an instinctive command, a warning.

Its hackles rose, teeth bared, confusion flashing across its gaze. It took one slow step after another, as if  fighting against something  invisible that forced it to obey.

Slowly and unwillingly, it lowered its head.

The rest of the pack noticed their Alpha's stance and began to follow suit.

One by one, the other wolves froze, then lowered their heads in deference.

IVY

I could already hear the sirens.

The world felt unreal. Ambulances wailed around us, flashing lights painting everywhere in a sea of red and blue.

People were scattered across the field, some were crying, some were screaming, and some were just frozen, incapable of moving as health personnel attended to them. The air reeked of crushed grass and the ominous scent of rain.

I didn't even register where I was at first, my mind was a blur of snarls, teeth, and fur. The wolves were gone, vanished as suddenly as they had appeared, but my pulse refused to slow. I  stumbled toward the center of the chaos, my legs shaking, every whimper from the students slicing through my brain.

I darted my eyes around the field, taking note of the sounds that seemed much louder than they usually were. The grass flattened beneath my feet and insects flew around as my steps destroyed their habitat. It felt like, for the first time, the world finally took notice of me-- I was no longer invisible.

Did the wolves have anything to do with that?

I wondered if anyone saw what happened. It seemed like they would have, but as I turned my head toward them, glancing at their shaking bodies and bewildered states, it didn't look like they would have.

I felt warm hands close over my shoulders. I don't think I've ever felt that from anyone aside from my family.

"Are you okay?"

Townsend stood in front of me, sober for once, pale and shaking slightly from adrenaline. His usual obnoxious smirk was gone, replaced by a soft look, a kind of smooth confidence, something no form of alcohol could have given him.  I liked him better this way. 

"I... I think so," I said, though I wasn't even sure what "okay" would feel like at this point.

He studied me for a moment, like he knew I wasn't telling the truth. 

"Did you see anything strange before the wolves disappeared?"  My voice was low. He tilted his head as if he were trying to remember what had just occurred before his eyes. 

It was hard to focus on the scene, it was like I was watching it behind a dirty screen, and it only became clear when I came into contact with it.  He shuddered , as if just the thought of it was messing with his brain. 

I nodded. "You're okay, though? No bites from them?"

He shook his head with a slight smile.

"Nah, just a few scratches from the glass. Nothing I can't handle."

I wasn't sure if relief or fear coursed through me faster. 

"Stay close," he said, and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts as I stood in the middle of the field.

"And, hey!" I heard his voice from far behind him.

I turned in his general direction, his face was now hard to find in the throng of students.

"I may not understand everything that just happened," His voice rang out. "But I do know you saved our asses. And I owe you one."

I stood still, at a loss for words.  Before I could even begin to ponder his words, a familiar voice called out:

"Ivy! Ivy, are you okay?"

Talia ran toward me, eyes wide with worry. I barely noticed where she was coming from or bothered to ask her where she had vanished to, my mind was stuck on the fact that she was here now, and she was safe.. I didn't even remember searching for Talia in the chaos; the memory felt distant, almost unreal.

"I... yeah," I said, my voice flat.

Talia grabbed me by the shoulders. "You don't look okay. You're barely moving. Did something happen? Did you-did you  do something?"

"I-" I faltered. She couldn't put words to what had happened. The wolves... the bowing. No one else had seen it. No one else would understand.

Then a commanding voice cut through the noise, and everyone snapped to attention.

Our heads turned in the direction of the voice.

A robust man with a star-shaped badge pinned to his shirt, marched to the bus with the authority of one who owned the state.

Chief Mike.

"This is chaos!" he shouted, striding toward the driver. "Do you have any idea what you've done? This was not the correct route! You endangered every single person on this bus!"

The driver stammered something incoherent, his eyes darting to the field. His hands were still glued to the wheel.

My gaze drifted to the road sign-a familiar marker pointing exactly where we had gone. 

The correct route. The driver wasn't in the wrong. 

I wanted to speak out, but I chose not. There was no time to explain that reality had shifted.

Talia tugged me forward. "Come on. We need to check on everyone."

We made our way to Collins, who had been bitten by one of the wolves. He was sitting against the bus, his sleeve soaked in blood, face pale but alive. A medic was already tending to him.

"You're going to need a rabies shot," one of the staff murmured. Collins groaned but gave a weak thumbs-up. I heard Talia exhale. At least he would be okay.

But my attention was drawn elsewhere. Across the field, crouched behind a cluster of overturned chairs and medical equipment, I saw him-the boy the wolves had targeted. He was trembling and...his gaze locked on me.

Instinctively, I moved toward him, drawn by something couldn't explain. Like I hadn't already had a jumpscare from acting before I thought.

Time seemed to slow and the air between us hummed with unspoken words. He looked so shaken, like he'd really expected his death. I opened my mouth to speak, but before anything could pass, an adult  lifted him up and guided him gently away, keeping his movements smooth but firm.

The boy paused, just for a heartbeat, and mouthed something clearly to me: 

Thank you.

His eyes glimmered with a mix of fear and relief. I nodded, heart clenching, finally at peace knowing that he was going to be alright.

By the time we were escorted to a safer area near the bus, my thoughts were swirling uncontrollably. News crews were already arriving, cameras capturing fragments of what had happened, twisting them into soundbites and exaggerations.

I could see the nurses convincing everyone else that it was just a group of wild animals, and that we'd been steered in the wrong direction. The students, completely gulping the lies they were being told. For the first time, I realized the fragility of the human mind; they were content with lies as long as it followed the patterns they were used to.

They didn't want anything that challenged their natural belief.

I wandered away from the group, wanting to survey the field. The sun was beginning to pierce through dark clouds, the aftermath of the battle stark and unreal.

Checking my phone I realised that my parents hadn't responded to me, and it was several after they left. They should be back by now. 

A strange feeling ran down my spine. Something was wrong.

I tried calling them, but their lines went straight to voicemail. Each unanswered ring felt like hours. 

"Talia! Talia!" I screamed.

She turned to face me in shock.

"What?! What's wrong? Why are you panicking?" She held me in placing, trying to get an answer out of me.

"My dad. My...mom. I don't-- I don't" I stuttered.

"Go, go! I'll meet you there!" She dug into her pockets and shoved her keys into my hand. "Follow the ambulance back to town, and take my car, okay?"

I nodded and ran toward the ambulance buses that were already beginning to move. 

Sitting down on the cushioned seat, I tried to calm down my breathing. The nurses around me had confused faces and were probably wondering if I needed sedation. 

My phone rang. 

Mum.

I answered the call in a haste.

"Mum! What's wrong? What is it?" I cried.

She didn't speak. There was static all around her, noises and multiple sounds that were way too violent and loud for time of day. There was grunts and shouts, and I registered the sound of a gunshot.

Someone screamed.

"Don't take him! Leave him alone!"

IVY

I didn't remember getting behind the wheel.

I only remembered driving.

The trees sped past me as I got closer to my home. I faintly recalled the ambulance dropping me off next to the car park and speeding off into the distance, probably going to help another set of deranged teenagers attacked by wild animals.

I could give them a few tips.

It was daybreak and the streets were silent. It didn't make any sense. We had neighbors with kids and businessmen who felt more productive than others when they woke up at the crack of dawn.

In summary, it was too quiet.

By the time the car was rounding the familiar corner to my house, I finally saw what was wrong.

Cars.

Matte-black, armored vehicles sat in a wide semicircle around the compound, parked with surgical precision. Military-grade and windowless. The kind of cars built to carry men who didn't knock. They blocked every entrance, every exit, hemming the house in like it was their prey.

I brought the car to a stop close enough to assess the situation but far enough to avoid unwanted attention. Stealthily, I turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car as slowly as I could.

"Please be quiet. Please be quiet," I pleaded as I made to shut the car door.

The universe must have been on my side because the door shut with a small click and I felt a surge of relief.

Then the keys fell to the ground.

"Shit," I bellowed. "Shit, shit, shit."

I crouched next to the car and darted my eyes around to see if I had garnered attention. When I realized there was none, I shoved the keys and my phone into my back pocket.

The commotion was still far off so I crept closer, finding cover behind one of the decorative bushes my mum had planted in our yard over the years. Forcing my pulse to steady, I peeked through the leaves to assess the situation.

Next to the cars stood a formation of men armed to the teeth with weapons that were too otherworldly for me to even comprehend their purpose. They arranged themselves into a triangular pyramid, a practiced kill formation. The distance between us couldn't have been more than twenty feet. Shifting my eyes to the rest of the space, I focused on my parents, my vision finally cutting through the gray morning haze as the adrenaline sharpened my focus.

My mother held a stance at the foot of the door, shoulders squared and a rigid expression on her face. She leaned slightly to her left and I could see that she was hurt.

A pained grunt interrupted my quiet perusal.

Dad.

Unlike mum, he was battered and bruised, already waning. He stood at the tip of the pyramid, the object of their attention. My breath caught in my throat when I saw the blood trickling out of his side.

"No." I told myself.

Sinking back to the ground behind the shrub, I wrapped my arms around my knees. Heart hammering, I shook my head fiercely hoping to erase the image. Panic clawed its way up my chest, shattering every calm layer I had constructed this morning.

My mother's scream penetrated the haze of my emotions, anchoring me back to a reality that I refused to accept.

I snapped my head in her direction. In the time that I was losing my mind, my mother had taken down a dozen of the men and had moved over to my father's side protecting him.

But now, a long-barreled contraption rested in the hands of one of the soldiers, aimed in my parents' direction.

His finger brushed the trigger and I snapped.

Looking back now, I couldn't tell you exactly what happened, nor could I explain how I had positioned myself in front of my family before the bullet fired. Time dilated around me; the bullet seemed to hang in the air, giving me a fraction of eternity to reach them.

I could tell the moment my father sensed my presence. His eyes widened and his body shuddered, each movement sharp and uncontrolled.

It didn't take long before I felt the repercussion of my actions. Tilting my neck to the side, I glanced at my shoulder.

A silver bullet was embedded in the meat of my shoulder.

Everyone froze, every eye fixed on me, waiting for me to falter.

My mother's whimpers rang out. Even the men dropped their weapons.

I turned to face my dad and pulled the bullet out of my shoulder.

His eyes snapped open, denial and disbelief wrestled in his gaze, followed by the faintest trace of realization.

I stared down at the spot where the metal had been; the skin was already smooth and closed, as if the injury had never existed. My mind refused to catch up.

"Wh-what just happened?" I stuttered.

How could something meant to kill leave me unharmed?

My dad's gaze dropped from my face to the wound, to the blood staining my sleeve, to the empty skin where the silver had lodged seconds ago.

Slowly, impossibly slowly, he straightened.

"Wait," he said. "I can expla-"

The men around us shifted.

Murmuring and whispering in low tones, they moved back a step.

Some of the bolder ones took a step forward and my mother and father stiffened. I glanced in my mum's direction and saw the same wound in her side just like my dad's. She looked up to me and gave me a sad smile.

The shock seemed to have worn off the rest of the soldiers because they began to circle us once more, although they now targeted my parents. My mum rose shakily to her feet, supporting herself with my dad's arm.

"Ivy, leave. We'll handle this," she said.

I held in a scoff.

"Why? So I'd return to see you dead?" I stared at her. "I'm not going anywhere."

I heard my father groan again, a sharp ragged sound. His muscles twitched under his skin, and it dawned on me that he was trying to shift-- but it never came.

As if realizing my father's weakness, the men moved forward, each step deliberate and synchronized. Their boots pressed into the wet grass with a dull squelch. Tiny droplets from the morning dew clung to their weapons, sparkling briefly as if they were mocking our situation.

My father's voice broke the silence, steady despite the blood soaking through his shirt.

He looked to me.

"You shouldn't have come."

I swallowed, tears in my eyes. I was so done with this day. Nothing was normal, every moment it felt like I was battling something, like my body was unlearning its usual habits and learning something new. 

My throat felt raw.

"I heard you scream," I sniffled.

Something passed over his face then.

Grief.

Resignation.

"Wipe your tears, my princess," he placed his hands on my cheeks. "Nothing will happen to us."

He looked past me, at the men who had come to attack us taking in the shadow of their expressions.

He met my eyes again, and for the first time since I'd arrived, I felt the weight settle fully on my chest.

The soldiers moved forward relentlessly and the ground seemed to vibrate beneath them, the scent of crushed earth rising, and I could feel my pulse matching the rhythm.

My father stepped forward and shielded us, like he knew he wouldn't make it.

It was like my world was turning upside down.

I couldn't let them die. I'd been weak and quiet for too long, ducking, and hiding in the shadow of others.

I couldn't stand still. They'd die and I couldn't-

"Stop."

The men halted. Unwillingly, might I add.

"Move," I instructed.

Their bodies shuffled backward in synchrony, the grasses beneath their feet pressed to a mush.

I don't think my parents had fully realized what happened.

My father  shook his head in disbelief, placing his hand on my mother's shoulder.

"Evelyn," he said quietly.

Just her name. Nothing else.

My mother turned, her breath catching as her eyes followed his stare. 

When she saw my shoulder, her face drained of color.

"No," she whispered. 

The word didn't sound like denial. It sounded like understanding.

She glanced at the ring on her finger and looked up at me; the charm on the ring had lost its shine. At once, she tilted her head to the front door where we both now realized that the charm wasn't, although at the time, only one of us knew the implications of that.

The man holding the long-barreled weapon lowered it without being told.

Another one followed.

Then another.

No one spoke a word.

"Why are you here?" My voice penetrated the silence.

My mom moved to speak but one of the men beat her to it.

"Your father is being exiled for murder."