Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
Lexus got through his explanation, Alora’s words finally made sense. In the end, he turned to Garrett and said, “You still could have told us.”
Garrett let out a frustrated growl, “I already said I was sorry!”
Everyone was still laughing when Mason came back from winning his match. Garrett’s name was called over the speakers for another match. Mason smirked at Garrett’s annoyed expression and couldn’t help saying a cheerful “Good luck.” The growl he received back had him laughing with the rest of his row.
“How many more matches are left?” Lexus asked aloud.
Jaxon looked up at the screen. “Enough to keep us busy till the second to last bell of the school day. Unless we keep ending them as fast as we have been.” he added the last as
Garrett made short work of his challenger.
“Sweet, the sooner we end the day the better. I’m already hungry again.” Lexus said, leaning back against the wall and closing his eyes.
“We just got back from lunch not that long ago,” Jamison said with a frown.
Lexus looked at him with one eye. “Fighting and shifting takes a lot of fuel, and I’m halfway through my stores.” His tone was almost a whine.
“Quit your whining, it’s only been an hour.” Jamison told him, still frowning at him.
“Would you two lovers quit quarreling?” Garrett said as he came to sit back down in his seat. Jaxon’s name was called for the next match.
Jamison and Lexus looked at him and said at the same time. “We’re not lovers.”
Mason laughed. “Yet.”
Jamison growled at Mason. “Quiet you.”
Mason grinned toothily back. “Make me.”
Alora was looking at them with wide eyes and softly commented, “You would think for Alpha Class fighters, you all would be more mature than this.”
Darien threw his head back and laughed, while the others ducked their heads in embarrassment. “Give them a break Alora.” amusement in his voice. “They can’t be wise and sagelike all the time.”
Alora looked at Darien with a raised eyebrow. “Wise and sage-like, really?”
“What?” Darien asked, “You don’t think they could be wise and sage-like?”
A short laugh escaped Alora. “No. If we were talking about Damien, then I would use those words as a descriptor.”
“That’s not fair, we can’t all be like Damien.” Mason complained.
“No one is like Damien.” Alora responded.
Darien laughed and pushed Alora off her seat, causing her to let out a surprised squeak. Alora jumped up and snarled at Darien.
“What was that for!”
Darien started to laugh harder as Alora and him entered into a slap fight. “Not so mature
yourself now, are you?”
Alora froze, glaring at Darien she pointed and said, “Why you…!” Unable to think of a good response, Alora let out a disgruntled growl. Annoyed, Alora sat back down and crossed her arms under her breasts. Darien laughed at her frustrated expression, and Alora growled at him again.
Before they could get back into another argument, Darien’s name was called for a challenge. Alora smiled, and as Darien started to move past her, she stuck her foot out and tripped him. Darien stumbled into the aisle and nearly fell. Turning swiftly once he righted himself, Darien snarled at Alora. Alora stuck her tongue out at him and
Darien growled in response, before turning away to go fight his match.
Alora refused to look down their row at the expressions of the classmates she had just accused of being immature.
The smack echoed across the first level of the parking garage as Clan Alpha Frost’s hand connected with Bettina’s cheek.
Bettina let out a pain filled cry as she crumpled onto the concrete. Sarah screamed in shock and dropped to the ground next to her mother, gathering her in her arms. Bettina had tears in her eyes as she looked up miserably at Clan Alphas Frost and
Northmountain.
“Now, now Sigur. We mustn’t damage her too much.” Clan Alpha Northmountain said as he laid a gentle hand on Alpha Frost’s shoulder.