Being Luna of Alpha is my destiny

ard eye contact with many of the students, I lowered my gaze down to the floor instead. My pa

Edwards, a

d stiffly toward my new English teacher, trying

ention felt like tiny needles stabbing into my skin, making it harder to breathe. It wasn't just the eyes or the

ave our old life behind. As much as she claimed it was for a "fresh start," I knew bette

ally needed a fresh

mate - my fat

ge, small town where nobody knew us. But every time I thought of the grief she must have carried, every ti

s own. I wasn't born out of love or dreams of a family. I was born because my mother had always wanted a daughter, someone to love fiercely

ing, I loved him. He w

ut yourself? » the teacher asked poli

er negatively, I smile and nod, more

I prefer Rose. I moved here fr

eat - and then I heard some bo

ered under his breath, loud eno

marks on the floor. It wasn't like my admission was shocking. This high school was one of the few desig

the Silver Heart Pack. Their population was small, their territory vast and beautiful, filled with hidden trails and secret glades where a wolf could run free without fear. T

her, Mr. Rogers, instructed kindly,

led quietly, but I di

he same problem remained - t

c animal at a zoo, something strange and mi

fourth row called out, patting his lap suggestive

hivered wi

y our generation

room. Without a desk, I just plopped down onto it, trying to shrink myself into the smalle

ly before launching into the lesson, s

ho had been lucky enough to start middle school without the judgmental stares of teenagers who had already established their cli

oot lightly against the floor to stay awake, countin

my shoe. I blinked, startled

te when y

eyes met, but none of them took responsibility. My stomach twisted again - this time with a diffe

ham, Rose, I t

er and movement. I stayed frozen in my seat for a second, ho

up his things at the front of the room. « Kids can be cru

him. Maybe it would, maybe it wouldn't. E

backpack over my shoulder and slipped out into the cr

arters filled my nose - sweat, perfume,

rip on my bag an

days s

this wasn't going