Chapter 12

Aemon's POV:
"Aemon, that's the Beta of the tribe, we can't let him go." Rick said in my head, his tone becoming serious.
"I know, I'll catch up with him." After seeing Heather off, I immediately turned around and went after the wolf from earlier.
He had just been wounded by me and should not have been able to run very far. Following the scent of his blood, I quickly blocked him in an alley.
Seeing me, he slowly took a few steps back and turned into his human form. This signified that he had conceded defeat and would not attack me again. A werewolf cannot attack a clan member who admits defeat, so I had to turn into human form as well, but my wolf wasn't going to let him go just yet.
Rick took control of my body, but this time I did it of my own free will, I couldn't do it to Vito who grew up watching me, but Rick wouldn't care about that. rick stepped forward and grabbed him roughly by the hair and questioned coldly, "Vito, my father sent you, didn't he?!"
Vito did not struggle, just wrinkled his brow in pain and said in a dumb voice: "Aemon, he is not only your father, but also the Alpha of the Busa clan, he is doing this for the sake of the family, and this human has seen us."
"She won't tell anyone!" Rick said angrily, threatening Vito, "Father won't be alpha soon, I'm the next Alpha, and you must do as I say!"
"Of course, only if you marry my daughter, and only a consummated Alpha can become the leader of the tribe." Vito looked at me and said.
"I'm not marrying your daughter, she's not my MATE, and if you don't obey my orders, I'll rip your head off right now." Rick threatened in a cold voice.
I could feel Rick's anger, and danger, and I had to remind him, "Don't go too far, and watch out for Vito."
Rick ignored me and stared indifferently at Vito.
"Okay, I promise I won't go after her again, but you better talk to your father about it." Vito compromised, letting out a breath.
Vito is much older than me and was a partner with my father growing up. I had always respected him like an elder, and this was the first time I had done this to him. With his promise, I seized back control of my body and immediately let go of his hair.
"I'll go talk to Father about it, and you go back and tell the rest of the tribe. If anyone dares to go after Heather, I will not spare him." I said with mock indifference and turned to leave the place.
Heather's POV:
A new week came and went, and so did the Art Festival. I left home early in the morning even though I hadn't healed from my injuries. My foster parents also wanted me to leave home as soon as possible, and they thought it was silly that I would fall over delivering a meal.
Although I would like to tell them the truth, I think they probably won't believe me, and the big black wolf that saved me shouldn't want to reveal his identity either. This is a secret that belongs to me and him, and I won't tell anyone without his permission.
There was a lively crowd all over the school. The festival will be held for three days, during which no one will have to attend classes. The students were showing a lot of excitement and they were dancing everywhere.
They were in groups, only I was alone, and no one wanted to be my friend.
Edwyn came to talk to me a few times and tried to ask me about that day at the fast food restaurant, but he was too popular and was quickly pulled away by the others. In fact, I didn't really like talking to Edwyn either. He was always trying to be the peacemaker and didn't have any stance of his own.
In his heart all students are kind and pure, even if I am the victim, I should keep a moment of tolerance and treat all that crime as a joke.
I'm lonely here, but I prefer to enjoy the solitude than being bullied. Oh no, actually I'm not lonely either, because I have a friend who likes to hide, right there in the cedar grove.
I have been here for more than a week and I know the news that the cedar forest is haunted. But I'm not scared at all, I know that the black wolf will protect me, maybe that's the way he uses to protect his territory.
Thinking about the big black wolf made me feel much better. Tonight, the junior competition for the singing program would be held in the auditorium, and I first went back to the dormitory to change my clothes, a dress I had prepared myself.
I still feel that the clothes given to me by the big wolf are too expensive to wear out, and in that occasion to wear can have will look too grand. Now this dress is my own do, a white breasted sarong, length just to the knee. It looks lighter and not too attention-grabbing.
After changing my clothes, I tried to avoid the crowd and headed for the cedar grove. Unfortunately, on the way I met the boys who had bullied me, their dirty eyes wandering over me with unkind smiles on their faces.
I looked at them warily with some internal regret. What if they got my dress dirty?
"May I ask what you can do for me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
I think as long as you don't provoke them, you should be fine, this is at school after all.
"Your name is Heather, right? You're pretty to look at. If it weren't for you messing with Tina, we wouldn't have the heart to lay hands on a cutie like you." The man in the striped shirt said, reaching out to touch me.
I took a step back and turned around to leave. I had already guessed that it was because of Tina that I was being bullied, but it was useless to know.
"Damn, what are you hiding from, bitch? How much can I touch once?!" The tone of the shirt man became a little impatient and went straight up and grabbed my arm, while the other two men snickered behind.
"No, get away from me, you guys! Don't touch me!" I shouted in panic, struggling hard in his hands.
The man in the shirt covered my mouth and whispered urgently in my ear, "As long as you follow me, our little princess Tina won't bother you, she's just worried about you stealing her man."
His disgusting hand had touched the zipper on my back, which made me sweat, and in a confused struggle, I used all my strength to bite his little finger.
The man cried out in pain, and I felt the heavy smell of blood in my mouth, but I didn't dare let go of my mouth.
"Damn it, you guys, pull this crazy woman away!" The man shouted to the other two men.
The two men then reacted, and they came forward and squeezed my cheeks hard, barely pulling the shirt man's fingers out.
I was escorted left and right by the two men, and the shirt man angrily slapped me.
He almost made the whole body strength, I was directly knocked to the ground, the taste of blood in the mouth is heavier, the face flooded with hot pain.
I spit out a mouthful of blood, causing the shirt man to laugh a few times, "Bitch, you really need to be coached!"
This is a park in the school, and almost no one would pass by here at this time of day. Whatever they were going to do to me, I had to put up with it.
I was desperate to the point of despair.
Suddenly, there were several noises coming from the bushes on one side. We all subconsciously looked over and watched a man crawl over from the other side of the bush.
He still had a section of hose in his hand, and before we could even look back, he had already aimed the hose at the three men.
"Shit! You ......" The shirt man seemed to want to curse, but as soon as he opened his mouth, a column of water poured into his throat.
This is the school used to water the hose, there are two men's wrists as thick, with a very strong impact. The three men couldn't get close to him at all and could only be forced to back up.
The man with the hose kept chasing them until the three ran off, then finally stopped the chase.
I sat near frozen in place, waiting for the man to return again, looking at his full beard, before I remembered that he was the boy who had helped me many times.
"Thank you, Aemon," I called out that name raw, when I would have preferred to call him 'The Beard'.
Aemon looked at me in silence, his beard as dark as his eyes, the lines of his obscured face less clear, I could not distinguish his current expression.
With him staring at me like that, I started to feel a little scared, would he want to hurt me too?
Having just suffered a bullying attack, I was like a scared rabbit.
As I was panicking inside, the man fumbled with something inside his overly fat black jacket. This made me feel more and more uneasy inside, but finally the man just handed me a white handkerchief.
"You're bleeding from the corner of your mouth." He said with a frown.
The handkerchief handed to me was clean, at least I could not see any dirt with the naked eye, and I could even smell the light fragrance coming from it.
"Thank you, Aemon," I said, carefully accepting the handkerchief.
My heart felt very ashamed of the malicious speculation I had just made about him.
"You can call me Heather," I volunteered to him.
I looked at him gratefully, and suddenly, I thought those eyes looked a little familiar.