After all, as my father said, if I wanted to be a good leader, I had to learn when to accept strays into the family. From what I'd heard though, I don't think I wanted her in my pack. I opened the door to my black Lexus IS only to see the two friends already piled inside. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzeon8g2NJl
Joining them, I revved up the car and pulled out of the highway. Helene had called shotgun and seemed to beat Trey up in the process of claiming the seat, too. Helene wore a long sleeved dress that fell to her mid-thigh. Black boots coming up to her ankle accompanied it as well as bracelets and make up. It might have seemed extravagant but to wolf--or Lupi-- packs, it was normal.627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡto0SQyFSPL
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Helene was beautiful in her own way though. Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were the shade of dark chocolate. A straight yet slightly pointed nose and pretty pink lips, she definitely made heads turn. But after a while it was easy to get used to.627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoPixqgXEtP
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Though, I guess that all wolves had a certain air of beauty about them. I'd learned that from a young age. However, this applied more so to the females of each pack. Lupi females as a rule were sophisticated, elegant and completely aware of their own seductive powers. They usually exuded the sort of confidence that bordered on arrogance and saw no benefit in underestimating their own worth. They believed the word "bashful" referred to nothing more than a character in Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs.627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXNneult0r6
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It was obvious that the new girl was also wolf but I was very curious as to what she would be like. She'd grown up without a pack, training, or grooming to become somebody's mate. I'd heard that she didn't even know what she was yet, meaning that she was going to be very confused when she opened the school doors to a bunch of 19, 20, and 21 year old's.627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtvR6cudFPj
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We were halfway to the school when I pulled out of my thoughts by Trey's words. "Hey, Max, isn't that the new chick everyone is talking about? I didn't know she had a kid."
He sounded surprised but I could already see the gears working in his head. Trey was the school's "detective". He could find out practically anything about almost anyone and because of this no one wanted to get on his bad side. I could see how pleased he was with himself about already knowing something everyone else won't. I hoped he wouldn't use it against her. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCm0Vv4OL1D
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Still, though, I slowed down to catch a glimpse of her. Sure enough, she held the hand of a little girl who couldn't be any older than 3. I could hear the little girl's squealing and although I couldn't hear what they were saying, it brought a smile to the older girls face. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkGdWB2KfQV
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I only saw pretty full lips and dark brown hair that fell in curls down her back. Then she disappeared into the daycare with the child and I continued my drive. I was stunned by how interested I was in her just from one look. What intrigued me was that she stood like she owned the world and nobody could take that from her. She was very proud and that was easy to see from a mile away. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIwA1TjTNL2
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When we finally pulled up into the parking lot of our high school, Helene and Trey had already started talking about whether or not she lived with an abusive boyfriend. I sighed and got out of the car, not wanting to listen to their idiocy. They joined me in leaning on the car, in wait of the "new-chick-that-got-knocked-up" as Trey had now bequeathed her. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiyoGD8Hyip
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She finally pulled into the parking lot, an old and faded black SUV signaling her arrival. She stepped out and made her way around the car, pulling out a black and red book bag, along with an AP Calculus textbook. I quirked my eyebrow at that little observation. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeecSuemVXm
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"Just who do you think you are? Actually, no I don't give a damn who you are. Do you know who he is?" I don't know where he came from, but for some reason, I hated the way he talked to her. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmI4E6OEzgT
He stood at a dominating height of 6 feet and 3 inches. The most dominating thing was the tattoo placed on his upper arm. It was the picture of a wolf--an angry one, I think--surrounded by huge flames. 627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcC04407RVT
"So she knows what we are then?" Bash, whispered to me in hushed tones.627Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrC9qYS2sr
It turned out that the new girl was in my English class even though I'm pretty sure she was a Junior. I also found out that the new girl's name was Enya. She looked absolutely terrified when I walked through the door,and the worst part of the whole thing? She sat right across from me.
Mrs. Ryder, our English teacher, had our desks shaped in a U-shaped classroom. This was because she loved having debates and I guess, that's what we were having today. Mentally patting myself on the back when she announced it, I sat back and watched as the other classmates, shyly began to debate.
I was ignoring the whole thing until Enya stepped into the middle of the debate circle with a glint in her eyes. We had fallen into the topic of "The human mind" and I suppose she finally wanted to say something to add to the discussion.
"Human condition is our existence, how we see things, what we do, etc, etc. This influences how the mind works. Kind of like how, if you grew up with everything handed to you on a silver platter, you think you have the right to just do whatever you want. Those minds are the corrupted kind, are they not?"
She kept her eyes trained on me, never breaking in the slightest when I met her with an indifferent gaze. She was challenging me with her eyes and I couldn't help but think of how cute she was when they lit up. I stood up, taking on her challenge with a small grin. From the look on my face I was sure that no one would be interrupting us any time soon.
"Oh? Kind of like how if you think it's okay, you're allowed to slap people across the face? Wow, the human mind is something else, don't you think?" I retorted, congratulating myself when I saw the blush that adorned her face.
"Why is it that every male has almost the exact same thought process? Maybe the every person thinks differently from the rest but as a whole, guys just think they have the right to take what they want and pillage."
"Why do you believe that? Do tell."
It made her go silent. The fiery eyes disappeared and it was almost as though they had never been there in the first place, being replaced with fear and sadness. I had the intense need to go and hug her, close off the world and whisper in her ear that everything was okay. Before I could that, though, the bell rang and she ran to pick up her materials and bag.
Making her way to the door she stopped, letting the other kids leave and just stared at me for what felt like hours. Then suddenly her eyes hardened, she turned her back to me and fled from the room. I was in the room alone, worried about Enya and horrified of the onslaught of feelings that had seemed to pull me under with no indication of letting go.
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