Chapter 30: Dreaded Games

They were almost out to the track field for today’s training when someone said aloud, drawing their attention. "I bet trainings going to be brutal. I can’t wait to see the humans failing woefully like the weak creatures they are."

Violet’s head snapped towards the asshole who had spoken, and even without Lila, her human encyclopedia of information, judging from his words, she could already tell he was a werewolf.

Only those arrogant werewolves would find joy in human misery. Maybe she really was prejudiced afterall, because Violet still didn’t believe in the concept of humans and werewolves peacefully coexisting in a school. It was a disaster waiting to explode in their faces.

The werewolf must have sensed her glare because he turned, and his gaze locked with her own. He looked momentarily taken aback, but then his eyes narrowed, and he growled, "What are you staring at, prey?"

Violet raised an eyebrow. Oh, so that’s how it was going to be? Unfortunately for her, she had a sharp tongue that often led her into trouble instead of getting her out of it.

She licked her lips, preparing herself to relish this coming mess. Lila seemed to notice her intent because her eyes widened, and she shook her head, trying to warn her not to. But it was too late.

Violet shot back, "Oh, I’m sorry, are you just dying for my attention, dog?"

And she did it.

Lila’s breath hitched in her throat immediately. Not just her, but nearly everyone around the vicinity. Oh no, she didn’t.

But Violet did.

Everyone within earshot froze, as if Violet had just committed some kind of heinous crime. Seconds later, murmurs started up, and Violet caught bits and pieces like, "She’s dead meat," and, "Clayton’s going to tear her apart."

to stand her ground. She refused to cower in the face of danger, or, in this

just call me?" The werewolf, whom she now knew as Clayton, asked in a

the same way you called me prey? Or don’t you know how to take your own

cried, desperately trying to pull her away, but Violet wouldn’t budge. She was bigger than Lila, and the

the moment his eyes flickered

quick-tempered, Violet wasn’t entirely stupid. She began to mentally calculate how many strides she’d need

threat came out as a growl, a blend of

herself to run when, suddenly, someone stepped in. A strong hand grabbed the werewolf’s arm, and in front of everyone’s shocked eyes, started to pull. The sound was gruesome

the horrified exclamation followed by the sound of vomiting. Thankfully the someone was not Lila, else she would have been splashed by the

in shock as she watched Asher Nightshade take over. He had not come here like some fairy-tale prince to save the day. No, this was no knight in

I, hunt her alone?" Asher drawled, his voice imbued with possessiveness as he continued crushing

and refuted him, but she was too horrified at the scene to say a

bravado now replaced by desperation to escape the

cold as he asked, "Really, are you?"

Daddy..." Clayton cried out like a child

Clayton. Now, what do you do when

sight and seemed to get the message. Instantly, he bowed his head,

Asher taunted, chuckling as if thoroughly enjoying

That psycho.

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