Her Passion 2

Ava's POV:

I felt all eyes on me as I was the last one off the bus, and my wolf buzzed near the surface in case there was any sign of a threat. I loved being a wolf because when your inner animal is constantly buzzing inside you, it's almost impossible to ever feel lonely or unwanted.

Not to mention the feeling you get when you turn, the feeling of your paws hitting the ground with your crotch and the wind whipping through your wolf fur. It's exhilarating!

Shaking my head, I ignored the shocked and disgusted looks as I made my way to the front desk, knowing that several members of the pack were cautiously following me. They tried to be inconspicuous, but failed.

As the gentle breeze blew around my thick curls, I felt the wind suddenly die down as I entered the building, running a hand through my wind-blown hair as I stood in front of the woman, who appeared to be in her late twenties, as she intently typed away on her computer.

"Excuse me," I said after a few minutes of not catching her attention, and her body twitched slightly as she cried out in surprise. I rolled my eyes at her carelessness and suppressed a grin as I felt the two pack members following me come closer but stay out of sight.

"Oh, you scared me," she gasped, holding her chest, my wolf-hear picking up the rapid stuttering of her heart. I smiled and immediately felt her relax. It was amusing how relaxed she felt around me, even though I believed I was one of the deadliest wolves here. I had seen and been through so much pain and suffering that I really couldn't have, and it was strange that I wasn't more bruised.

"Excuse me, could I have my schedule please?" I asked, seeming to shock her that I was a rouge with the rest. I sensed no fear from her, and it was clear that she thought she was very protected with the others around. I doubt she realised that it would only be seconds before I reached out, grabbed her by the neck and craned her neck before anyone realised what was going on. I cringed to myself, what a depressing thought!

"Name?"

"Ava Gold," I said with a blank expression as I heard the curious students almost wince at hearing it. I rolled my eyes, my father wasn't the most important alpha out there or even here in the Blue Moon pack, but I hated it when anyone associated me with my so-called family.

"Are you Sophia's...?" she started to ask before I broke off and winced as I realised my father and my so called family were here as well. It didn't take a genius to figure out that they had somehow allied themselves with the Blue Moon pack that owned this area, and I knew that if it were not for the law, they would have tried to slaughter any rouge that set foot in this school. It was appalling how quickly the packs seemed to judge the rouges, considering them all enemies and not just kids who had not been raised as well as they obviously had been.

"No, I am not related to that whore," I spat out, to which she recoiled in fright.

I quickly closed my eyes and cursed as I realised she must have seen my eyes flash yellow as my wolf came to the surface.
Luckily she would think she imagined it, I mean a female shifter who was a nomad, who would believe such a thing. It was just considered impossible since female shifters were usually destined to be mated with an alpha or a power wolf, which meant families and packs wanted to keep them around.

"Careful, Rouge" Ah, the chasers showed up, lovely. I bit my tongue to stifle a comment, my she-wolf did not like being spoken to with such disgust. Instead, I continued to bite my tongue, ignoring her completely.

"Are you sure, I mean, you have the same last name..." she continued confidently, obviously thinking she was safe with the two powerful pack members behind me. I would not hurt her, because I could smell her scent being overpowered by a male, which meant she was mated. I wouldn't take that away from anyone, it was just cruel to take away someone's soulmate, and just the thought of it made me sick.

"I said no, ok, now can I please have my schedule?" I repeated, my voice strained as I tried hard not to lash out before attacking the two boys behind me for invading my personal space. My she-wolf, oddly enough, didn't think they were a threat, she was just pissed that they were speaking to us in such a...vile and disrespectful way that she wanted to teach them manners!

"Sure, I'd still watch what you say, honey. Remember that the law doesn't say that the pack has to tolerate you on its territory if you get violent," the woman said matter-of-factly, and her eyes were full of warning, so I'd to bite my tongue again. My wolf couldn't make threats, the woman was lucky to be alive, I thought bitterly as I breathed softly but soothingly to keep myself from freaking out in front of everyone. I didn't need the questions and the trouble it would bring me in the long run.

I opened my eyes after closing them to check the yellow glow I knew was visible and took the folder to myself before flipping through it.

I wanted it to stay that way as long as possible.

I quickly made my way to my first class, which happened to be Wolf History, believe it or not, and entered the room, which I found empty except for the rouge at the entrance who didn't bother to look up when I walked in. I decided on a seat in the far left corner next to the large open window and took a seat, my music still playing softly enough for me to hear while I took out my books. When I'd done that, I settled back in my chair and stared out the window, blocking everything out as I watched the little bird bath in the garden, where a number of small birds were bathing in the sun.

It wasn't long before I felt my wolf stir, knowing that others were entering the class. When I felt a tugging in my chest, I took notice because I was a female.

That I'd feel the attraction of mating in front of my mate. I smiled softly as I finally realised that my mate was in the same room with me, and I couldn't wait to meet him. That was my first thought, anyway, until my heart began to break painfully when I heard him talking to his buddies, clearly talking about me as I sat huddled in the corner.

"Uh, what's that smell, guys?" one of them began, obviously looking in my direction as I fixed my gaze on the few birds that had decided to bathe in the sun's rays today.

"Probably that fucking rogue, filthy things."

"She looks hot, for a nomad," oh, that was my soulmate, my imprint, my mate, while he talked about me, not knowing that I could hear every word he said. That I could hear every word that passed his lips. While they'd be less than a soft whisper to any other woman in the room, including the instructor, as a female shifter I could hear just as clearly as a man would.

"Don't make me sick, but can you smell it, guys?" he asked, and the pure revulsion in his voice at the thought of touching me made me bite my lip to stifle a sob. I'd never cried before, but I'd also never been rejected so quickly and easily by my apparent soulmate.

"What, the rouge?"

"Dude, I can't believe you're saying that, you'd seriously bang a Rouge?" another of his friends asked, his tone containing a whole new level of disgust. Suddenly I found myself listening to him because I knew what he was saying would break my heart, but I needed to hear the husky tone of his voice again, even if it would cause me pain.

"No, I don't think so." Uh ... God, his voice! It was a shame that my mere presence repulsed him so, and my eyes misted over as I realised, along with my wolf, that I'd indeed be cast aside by the person who was supposed to love me completely and unconditionally.

"Are you trying to piss off the rouge, do you know what it takes to get her to snap?"

God, I was really starting to hate this guy. Why couldn't they pick whoever was sitting in front of them? I snorted inwardly because I knew why, because if they provoked a shifter and she retaliated, it could cause a lot of problems at school and for the pack. I doubted they realised that's what they were doing to me, but if they bit, I'd bite back, and I'd start with that idiot.

"Sure," oh, he sounded amazing, my wolf purring and howling as his scent intensified as they moved across a table so they were closer to me.

My inner meltdown was interrupted, however, as a series of paper balls were thrown in my direction, the teacher allowing me to conclude that one of them was the alpha of the pack... just great! Just what I needed, I thought bitterly.

I ignored them, I ignored the curses they sent my way. I didn't respond when they insulted me, trying to draw a weak line with their comments as they continued to throw things in my direction without a second thought as to how I'd take them. I repressed it, the way I dealt with most of my feelings that weren't anger.

"Why won't she do anything?" his husky voice said, and my wolf purred as I heard it. If he wasn't in the process of breaking both of our hearts, I probably would have pounced on him already, his smell....his voice, just delicious! But no, I didn't mind what his packmates were accusing me of, I could handle that. But every insult, every innuendo about my obvious faults felt like a knife stabbing through my heart every time the hurtful words fell from his mouth.
I never knew if I wanted a partner or not, but the thought that there was someone out there who loved, protected, and adored you with everything they had made me melt inside and crave it.

But now that I knew he was so close, that he seemed so much like my disowned parents, I couldn't help but feel like I had lost my happy ending, because now that was the last thing I wanted.

I inhaled sharply and gritted my teeth as a bucket of water was suddenly poured over my head. The ice-cold water ran over my hair and face and soaked my clothes, so I was relieved that I had chosen dark clothes today.

The class laughed, which didn't surprise me, because the rouge in the front row had apparently gotten along well with some people and didn't seem offended when they threw their words at me. The teacher ignored everything again, and I gritted my teeth when I heard her laughing at my expense. What kind of person does that?

I felt the little bit of makeup I had been wearing run down my face as I closed my eyes and took deep breaths to tame my wolf. I bit my tongue so hard it bled, and heard my so-called mate inhale sharply as I did so. I knew he could feel my blood, his wolf raging, for he had already seen his mate in me. He ignored it, however, and continued to laugh at my expense, though it seemed less genuine and more forced than he did. It was his next comment, however, that would stick in my mind, causing the vicious wolf in me to whimper back as his voice cut right through my heart, causing me to clutch the table as I tried to push past the pain until I displaced it.

I pushed it away and felt completely dead inside.

"Oh, is the little redhead wet? Why don't you just go bitch, no one will ever want you, I mean who would? Look at you! I pity the idiot who takes a slut with a face and body like yours as a mate, imagine waking up to something like that every day of your life?" he laughed with the class, although I could tell he lacked any emotion, as if he had forced himself to do it. But that didn't bother me, I had to get out of there!

Sighing, I stood up and quickly packed my damp books into my bag as my chair crashed backwards from the force of my movement.

I let my damp and now matted hair hang over my cheeks as I walked to the door, noticing that the room had gone silent as I did so.

I put my hands in my pockets and walked towards the exit of the room.

I paused, however, and let my watery eyes meet my mate's deep hazel ones as I felt him tense and walk toward me, his wolf feeling the urge not to mark and claim his mate as his eyes turned yellow.

"Where's the fun in that?" I asked bitterly, letting all the grief and pain he had caused me flow into my words. I realised I had hit the mark with that, because his face contorted into a pained expression as he avoided my gaze, and his packmate was still looking at him curiously when I left the room. Like I even wanted a mate...

'You would have pounced on him right away if he hadn't just ripped your heart out,' my wolf commented, causing me to laugh bitterly.

And it was with these people that I finally left my first day of school, both pissed off and heartbroken.

I decided to stay away for a few days and lick my wounds before returning, damn him if he could scare me away so easily!