Chapter 2
Daisy POV
I punched the wolf in the face. His name was George, and he was big. It was early morning before school, which meant training. Goddess, I loved mornings. I may be shunned, but training was mandatory for everyone in school. Which meant me. I would be out of school in a few months, and then training would become optional, but I still planned on attending. When else did I get to interact with people? Sure, it was with my fists and legs and teeth, but it was something.
He had shifted at this point, and I moved swiftly out of the way when his paw came at me. If this was a fair fight, I would need to shift. Who was I kidding? It never was a fair fight. I was my father's daughter. I was better than this idiot. He may have had the brawn but didn't know what to do with it. I crouched down in front of him. He lunged, and I leaped, pushing off with my legs as hard as I could, flying over his back and shifting as I glided over him and out of reach. When he turned, he was now looking at Summer.
I may have looked like my mother, but I got my father's strength. Something that had distinguished him from the pack. He was the Delta of the Summit Pack. The best fighter aside from our Alpha. From what I understand, some thought that if he fought the Alpha, he may have defeated him. But my father never wanted to be Alpha; he exerted enough dominance on me and my mother, which was enough for him. I turned and bit into the wolf's leg. He tried to kick me off, but once Summer bit into something, my jaw locked until she let you go.
He snapped at my tail, and I used my leg to kick him in the face, using one of my hind claws to draw blood into his snout. He tried to shake me again, but I remained this way until he finally conceded. It was getting harder to release people. It was almost like I wanted to kill when I fought. Like it was my instinct to kill. But I forced Summer to release him. My clothes were now shredded from shifting without planning. I would just have to walk back as a wolf. Though I will have to walk through the packhouse naked. There was a no wolfing-out rule inside the packhouse. I would have to be quick. Not that I had anything to be embarrassed about. I wouldn't be the first to do this, nor would I be the last.
The school was bustling with energy. I listened as much as I could, but at some point, I just got bored hearing about the whole party tonight. I sat in class trying to listen to the teacher's words, but all I heard were the whispers. "Charlotte, you know you will be his mate, right." "I mean, probably I am. I am the daughter of an Alpha." Charlotte was indeed the daughter of our Alpha. She was strong and beautiful. Maybe she would be Blood Paw Packs next Luna, I thought to myself. "I heard he was fucking hot." "Of course, he is. You know I met him when I was 15 before I could find my mate, and it is true, he is the sexist thing to walk this planet." "I don't; your brother would be hard to beat." "Uh, gross." the girls snickered. I mean, they weren't lying. Our next Alpha to be was extremely good-looking. Like it mattered to me. No guy would ever give me the time of day.
The day finished, and I went back to my room. I was excited to meet new people. Some of them may talk to me. My pack had been instructed not to, but Alpha couldn't control another pack. This could be different than every other pack party. I was hopeful. I decided to finish some of my scholarship stuff. I planned to get an online degree. I didn't want to venture into living with humans. Werewolves did better in packs with our own kind. But a degree would give me some freedom. I could find a remote job and bring in some more income. I knew I couldn't live in the packhouse forever.
Before I knew it, it was time to get ready. I had gone to the store earlier this week to get a dress. I went to the clearance section to get something on a budget. I saw a red dress. It said it was small, which was my size, so I went for it. But now, standing in the mirror, it was definitely too small. It was much too tight. It hugged me way more than I anticipated. It looked painted on. Summer thought it was a good idea to share her opinion. "Holly shit, you are hot as hell." "I can't wear this. It is too tight." "No, maybe some people will finally talk to you. I mean, what guy wouldn't want to talk to you in that dress." "I don't want that kind of attention, Summer." "Well, what else can you wear." I looked in my small wardrobe, and I had nothing remotely formal. "Fuck." I was wearing this ridiculous dress.
I started on my makeup. I kept it light. Not that I knew much about it. It didn't seem that important. Who would talk to me? So, what was the point of putting on a full face of makeup? I liked my complexion and had no plan on using foundation. I then put some lip balm on, making my pink lips look glossy and pretty. I put on mascara, and that was all I needed. I decided it was best to leave my hair down. This would draw less attention than pulling it up and showing more of the dress. My hair came down to the top of my butt, and I liked it. It was a little wavy but not curly.
I found the only pair of heels I owned. They were simple black strappy ones. When I was done, I looked in the mirror. I felt nervous. I mean, I never dressed like this. "I look like a prostitute," I told Summer. "You do not; I am telling you, you look hot." I sighed. It was now or never, and I walked out of my room.