Luna Aurora (Alpha Fenrir)

Chapter 212

High school was a gauntlet Elyra and Dain faced every day, their striking appearances and reserved natures making them constant targets of curiosity and ridicule.

Elyra's silver hair and golden eyes drew stares everywhere she went. Despite her attempts to blend in, she remained an outcast, her ethereal beauty and quiet demeanor setting her apart. She spent most of her time in the library or sketching under a tree in the courtyard, avoiding the jabs and whispers of her classmates.

Dain, on the other hand, didn't go unnoticed. His broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and smoldering orange eyes made him intimidating, but it was his temper that kept people at bay. Most students were too afraid to approach him, especially when they saw how fiercely protective he was of Elyra.

One afternoon during gym class, Elyra found herself cornered by a group of older students. They'd been whispering and snickering all week, and now they'd found their opportunity.

"Hey, Moon Girl," one of them sneered, blocking her path to the locker room. "Do those freaky eyes glow in the dark?"

Elyra clenched her fists, trying to step around them, but another boy moved to block her.

"Aw, don't be shy," another said. "We just wanna know if you're part alien or something. Or is it just bad genetics?"

The laughter stung, but Elyra kept her head down, willing herself not to react.

"Leave her alone."

voice cut through the air like a blade, low

the entrance to the gym, his orange eyes blazing. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his broad frame seemed to fill the doorway. The group

group Jason scoffed, trying to mask his fear. "What's your problem, Fire Eyes? We were just having some

stepped closer, his movements deliberate. "You call that fun? Want me to show you what fun

something under his breath before retreating. The others quickly followed,

relief. "You didn't have to

did," Dain replied, his

day, Matthew was called to the school. Sitting in the principal's office, he listened as the gym teacher recounted the

"Your son-"

Matthew corrected, though the words stung. "But

temper is... concerning," the principal said. "This isn't the first

pointed out. "And I don't

make