CHAPTER 123

A lot of free periods were given because of the recent crow attack and the large number of injured students; injuries which varied from simple scratches to having an entire crow's beak in your stomach.

The crows were being cleared off by the authorities who arrived, as well as having that entire wing cordoned off. Though the attack was for some reason mainly focused on Tristan's classroom, classrooms below and above them, labs and offices with windows in the same line suffered the crow's danger dash to lesser degrees when compared to the downpour in Tristan's class.

Some of the students were taken to the hospital while some went to the school's infirmary depending on how hurt they were. On the other hand, a big handful of them were prescribed therapeutic sessions for any budding trauma, possibly bird-related.

The nagging feeling Tristan got when he got nothing from the crows almost set him off in a paranoid fit but Malia quickly calmed him down.

"The only thing I can think of is that they were brainwashed." Malia said as they sat together in the library.

"Brainwashed?" Allison asked with a healthy doubtful look level at Malia. "Who would want to brainwash hundred of crows for a suicide attack?"

"Whoever brainwashed them, duh~" Malia remarked with an obvious eye roll. "It's never one thing with Beacon Hills. First an Alpha pack, now the suicide squad: crow deluxe edition."

"I don't know about all that but I think what you said about them targeting our class holds some merit." Tristan suddenly said after remaining silent for a while.

"Maybe I caused it…"

They all turned to look at Lydia wondering what she might've meant by those words.

"Do you know that crows symbolizes death or an impending darkness? I am a banshee - the woman who forewarns death. I don't think it's too much of a coincidence." Lydia sounded skittish as the very thought of her being the cause of what had happened disgusting and terrifying her to almost traumatic degrees.

Her words made sense as they knew little to nothing when it came to Lydia being a banshee, or the abilities that came with her being one.

They knew more about Tristan being a vampire than they did about Lydia being a banshee.

As far as Tristan knew, Lydia's precognitive abilities were the basic abilities of being a banshee, similar to a werewolf's strength and healing factors.

"We can't really deny that, but I don't really think so. Still, we'll put it down as a possible cause." Tristan complied, having no reason not to.

"Do you have any particular reason for saying that? You were the first one to notice the crows before they even became visible. What's up with that?" Allison remembered how focused Tristan had been on the windows through most of the class, way before the teacher had called him out.

Tristan closed the book in front of him and opened up another subject topic. "Honestly I have no idea. I had this really weird encounter with a crow a few days ago and now this. That's why I don't think it's Lydia's handiwork."

"Mhm? When was that? You never told me anything about it." Malia asked, curious about this encounter he never mentioned. "How weird are we talking about here?"

Tristan calmly flipped through the pages of the book in front of him as he recounted what happened that day.

"It was the day after Allison came back and I had likely forgotten about it, that's why I never told you. As for how weird it was, well this crow was basically copying everything I did, or maybe I was the one copying it, whatever it was, we were basically doing the same thing at the same time, down to the last microsecond. Almost as if I was seeing a mirror reflection of myself, except in a crow form."

"…"

"…"

"…."

"What?"

The girls had pale faces as they heard what was basically a horror retelling with ultra realism.

"W-what h-happened? T-to the crow."

Tristan didn't understand their overrated reactions, especially in Malia's case. "It flew away to join its flock after it got startled."

What more could they say? Just the thought of you being alone and seeing a crow who perfectly reflects your actions in the middle of the forest was a very scary thought that would have scared them out of their minds if they had been in that situation.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter. No need to keep pondering on things we have no understanding of." Tristan suggested but they were too deep in their thoughts to hear what he said.

Tristan said nothing else as he felt a familiar presence coming towards them and soon enough, his only male friend appeared and took the empty seat present.

"What's got you in a fit?" Malia asked the huge teen who was clearly plagued by some heavy thoughts.

"I don't want to sound like the whining guy with an obsessed crush but I think something is wrong with Erica." He subtly noted all their expressions as he spoke. Out of all of them, only Lydia reacted somewhat but he didn't know what it meant.

Tristan was the only one who didn't bother paying attention to Boyd's plight despite calling the other his only friend. He just focused on some pleasure reading while Boyd explained the basis of his worries.

"Right. And I also called Isaac and he said Erica was visiting some relatives or something like that. And now Isaac is absent from school, even though the three made plans for the day during practice he didn't even send a text or call. But I did, and guess what? He's not picking up since yesterday."

With how many of their schoolmates had died since the year began, Boyd was naturally anxious as the last thing he wanted to see or hear was that Erica, and now Isaac, was mauled to death in the wild by some unidentifiable animal.

"You haven't been able to reach Isaac?" Tristan suddenly raised his head and asked, to which Boyd nodded.

"Right now I'm worried as fuck, and no, whatever the fuck that was that happened in your class with the crows isn't making me worry less. That shit looks like whatever they classify as black magic or witch voodoo."

"Did you ask McCall if he knew anything about Isaac's whereabouts?"

Boyd shook his head. "I haven't seen Scott since I arrived. He was in your class, not mine."

Malia gave Boyd two hard slaps to his back to drive away the depressing thoughts, meanwhile the muscular teen wondered just where her crazy strength came from.

"You worry too much, Boyd." Tristan said but Boyd rolled his eyes and snorted. "Yeah, it's something normal people do. Not sure if you've ever heard of it though."

"I have, but I make it a point not to be obvious when I worry." Tristan smoothly countered Boyd's sarcasm as he went back to his book.

"Okay, that's it! Enough about crows and animal attacks and conspiracy theories. How about talking about something important and down to earth?" Lydia interjected before the two boys descended into a tirade of back and forth.

"Like what?" Allison asked.

"Oh, I know! How about the new hot students?" She excitedly suggested which forced a groan out of Boyd.

"There's quite a lot of new intakes, even the hot ones. Is there any reason to talk about hot boys?" Surprisingly it was Malia who joined in the conversation and Allison's reply made known the reason for Lydia's excitement.

"I think she means a particular leather jacket, biker twins. The straight one at least."

"Biker twins? Cute scrunched nose and an annoying smirk?" Malia dug further, wondering if they were the same twins she and Tristan saw almost a week ago, which Lydia pretty much confirmed with her words that followed.

"Annoying? I think you mean confident smirk. Have you met them?" Lydia's correction gained an eye roll from Malia.

"Probably the same pair we saw almost a week ago at that ice cream spot Allison showed me."

Leaving the girls to whatever they deemed an interesting topic, Boyd closed the book Tristan was reading and pulled the slow teen up and dragged him off to training.

On their way to the boy's locker room, Tristan sensed someone's focused gaze on him and he turned to the direction he sensed it and at the root of it were the loud twins he and Malia met a while ago.

It was also a bit weird how they were smiling at him as he caught their eyes before they walked away.

Tristan sighed, almost wanting to curse his luck. While he didn't smell anything unique from them, what he felt on the other hand was different.

When they smirked at him, he was pretty sure one of them subconsciously growled and when he tried pressuring them on a whim with his eyes, it actually bounced off them, basically them shrugging it off, and sent an instantaneous spike of danger through his body.

He had no idea who they were, never once entertaining the thought of them being Alphas given how young they were - a year or two younger than him – basically 14 or 15.

Who would have expected a pair of 15 year old twins to be Alphas?

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