Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 27: Lightening Eyes

Professor Radcliff deducted a hundred points from Violet for her "blatant disrespect" of werewolves. However, Violet wasn’t even slightly fazed. She checked her ranking, and the point deduction had barely made a dent.

But then, that was when it clicked on her head. She might have been played by the principal. Jameson had supposedly deducted five hundred points from Griffin for assaulting her, but with what she had just experienced, Violet realized that Griffin probably hadn’t even felt the loss. Not when he had so much points to spare.

Principal Jameson must have done it just to pacify her, like a parent pretending to punish a spoiled child. What the fuck! That woman had fooled her so well, and the realization sent rage bubbling up inside her.

Violet clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. She so wanted to confront that woman right now. But Violet couldn’t focus on that now. She had bigger problems. She had just made an enemy out of the werewolves.

With no idea if she had any sort of immunity from their retaliation, Violet decided she wasn’t going to take any chances. So, as soon as the bell signaled the end of class, she bolted out of the room. She didn’t stop for anything or anyone, determined to put as much distance between herself and any potential trouble as possible.

"Hey, wait up!" someone called, and Violet looked back to see Dion running toward her.

"Hey," Dion panted as he caught up to her.

"Hey," Violet replied, just as Lila appeared beside her as well. God, the girl wouldn’t give her any breathing space.

Dion turned to Violet, "I wanted to thank you for what you did back there, you know, sticking up for me. Although you might want to tone down the mockery a little bit, wolves take any insult to their heritage very personally."

"Whoa, hold on a minute," Violet shot back. "I didn’t do that for you. Your situation might have prompted my response, sure, but that racist prick had it coming. And besides..." She added with thick sarcasm, "The wolves have no problem throwing shade our way, but when we return the favor, suddenly they’re all aggressive."

the wrong people or making them think you’re racist

as if they were besties. "I’ll keep a good eye on her

Dion smiled at them

what, come join us for lunch,"

her tone laced with

just making

Violet snapped. "And if I remember correctly, you told me

don’t mingle with them, but

difference?!" She threw her hands up in exasperation. What the hell was

continued, "The difference is they can’t dine with you, but you can give them a taste of what it’s like to dine with

here. It was nice meeting you, Dion, but I’m off to my next class." She spun on her heel and walked away, grateful that Lila

her, but Violet

but reality proved otherwise. As she made her way through the hallways in search of her next class, every werewolf she passed greeted her with

menace, and it hit Violet that the news must have somehow spread. The whole thing felt like walking through a field of landmines,

none of them took it further. There was no physical confrontation, no open challenge. Almost as if there was an invisible line they wouldn’t

propelled her feet into action, and Violet finally located and entered the advanced biology classroom. The unfamiliar room was alive with energy, buzzing with chatter as students mingled with friends. Only a handful

here clearly took their studies seriously; the seats were filling up so fast. Violet’s attention immediately landed on an empty one near a window and she hurried over to take it before someone else could claim