Supporting the greater good

In the end, after hours of sitting and listening to gibberish stuff not only was her notebook full of these meaningless stuff but even her head was overflowing with words that practically made no sense.

"Okay we'll meet next week, the class ends here" She could finally sigh in relief once the teacher said his closing remark.

Packing her books she took turn looking round the room full of rowdy student. Times have changed, now although it was still reduced to myths and rumors, the existence of Supernatural beings was not completely swept under the carpet. In every institution like this one, Half the population were supernatural beings, one third of it were also human who had come to gain knowledge of these paranormal entities. Some from mere coincidence and others from predetermined fate, mating them off to supernatural beings. Fate was either just confused or had a knack with being Mischievous.

The remaining one third comprised of totally ignorant and oblivious human, these groups mostly the ones that fall a victim of being preyed on or being turned at the latter end. In every institution these three groups were always present. Even now as she looked at the mass of students, she could already discern who was who. It wasn't hard actually, by their fruits you shall know them.

Myra packed her books and began to walk out. As she got to the door, she suddenly bumped into a group of students. Their sturdy builds sent her things falling to the floor like dried leaves from a tree.

"Hey Do you have eyes at the back of your head?! watch where you're going clumsy!" one of them bellowed agitatedly at her totally ignoring the fact that it might have been their fault for walking into the class so abruptly.

Myra ignored his words, she immediately bent down and began gathering her books and paper that were scattered all across the floor. The wind was doing a perfect job of embarrassing her even the more by blowing her papers all around the entrance. In the end she managed to gather most of them, as she moved to pick the last paper up, a pair of fair fingers stretched forward and pick it up. She looked up wearily, no one has ever been nice to her for any good reason. What motive does this person have this time?

Seeing that particular face, Myra knew it wasn't going to be anything good after all. She could almost see the a big ruckus she was about to go through.

"Hello My" The girl standing before her flipped her ombre brunette hair arrogantly and greeted.

Myra sighed, dusted her hands, then stood up. "Monica how may I help you?" She asked back uninterested. There was only one thing Monica would be seeking her for_ trouble.

The girl called Monica snickered. She eyes her group of friends beside her and they all understood. In the next second they built a wall round about Myra blocking off every route of escape she might have. Their little confrontation was an obstacle at the entrance but no one dared to intrude. Those in the class looked on from the corner of their eyes, watching to see what would become of the unfortunate girl whose was up against the great Monica.

Why wouldn't they? Who didn't know Monica Bruce?. The Sassy, arrogant, self- entitled princess of not only Prinxton city but also the pack. She was the type that did anything she wanted even if it was illegal. Her family was well to do and she was engaged to the son of the most prestigious family in this region. Prinxton is her turf. Everyone knows it.

"I have come to invite you for my party" She pointed out. Her words didn't surprise Myra nor did it interest her. Surely there was something behind the story of being invited to a party. Why would the great Monica invite a nobody to her classy party especially when the had a bad history together, except...

"Thanks but I have plans already. I'm sorry" Myra rejected and tried to take the paper back.

"Blossom audition?" A mocking voice rang out behind her. Surprised she turned and saw her audition flyer in the hands of one of Monica's minions, it must have called to the ground along with the other paper but she didn't notice it get picked up by that girl.

"Give me back"

Monica chuckled "I see you're aspiring to be model. It seems plausible. You have the looks and all" She said twirling a piece of Myra's hair in-between her fingers. A frown appeared on Myra's face. She slapped the girl's fingers and glared at her.

She knew where all these confrontations are coming from. It was all because of Neteham.

Alpha Kodrak was this Alpha of the west coast region. Strong and bravery but his lecherousness rivaled with his senses. Stories and rumors of Werewolves not being able to cheat on their mate were all a bunch of crap when it comes to him. He was the clown of their kinds. Storing concubines like spoils from a war, he took pride in taking ladies that had passed the prime ages of finding their mate. He defines his atrocious action as Supporting the greater good by saving those ladies from imminent loneliness.

What a jerk! Nevertheless not a bigger jerk than His son. Neteham Kodrak.

An splitting image of his father, maybe worse. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree they say, well in his case that statement Wass meant just fort him. Born with the strength and all but all those went to waste with his insatiable hunger for everything in skirt. He was an asshole but no one would give a shit about it. All kinds of girls both human and supernatural, would line up to the milky way just to be amongst his league of booty calls.

Unfortunately for Myra, she had been chosen by this jerk to continue the voyage his father couldn't complete. Years ago, his father had proposed to marry her mother only to bee turned down and she ended up running away before her father could force her into it. Now this jerk got his tentacles on her, this must be why Monica was finding issues with her. The Moon goddess must have hated this creations of her and decided to mate the two of them together. They were just a perfect match made in heaven.

"I don't want trouble" Myra told her directly and began to walk away. It. was just a flyer and a stupid piece of paper that could be replaced. The last thing she wanted was to get in trouble with Alpha's people. Not only would her grandfather skin her alive but her already miserable life would become even miserabler.

"trouble?" Monica scoffed "what trouble could you get from partying with me. Don't you want to Ace this audition? To tell you the truth I just happen to know the organizers. I could give them a call right now and tell them about you, would you want that?" This was both a threat and a suggestion.

Myra was forced to halt in her steps. This was just too important. She had waited so long for this, a chance to do what she truly wanted. Was she going to give up on it like this?

She turned around and asked "what do you really want?"