The Meeting Of The Alphas
Kathryn
“Sorry, Mr. Ferguson.”
Smith Ferguson. A British dude who moved to New York City at the age of 21. His curly red hair bounced with his step giving away his hometown. He had been working at Caine Academy for 6 years now, around the amount of time I’ve been here.
“Morning, Mr. Ferguson!”
I greeted him with a cheery smile on my face and pointed back to Clayton with a thumb my smile fading away. “That guy is a new student.”
A smile appeared on his face as I pushed Clayton to his desk. Clayton shot a questioning look to Miles and got an apologetic one in return.
“Welcome to the Mechanics Dept. of Caine Academy! I hope my two-star students have been treating you well.”
“Star students?”
“Yes! Since they both joined this institute 6 years ago, they have helped exceptionally in this department. It pains me to let them go this year.”
He wiped away fake tears before patting Clayton on the shoulder, sending him off and calling us over. “We appreciate the compliments but, what do you want this time?”
Miles nodded agreeing with me. Mr. Ferguson never acknowledged anyone unless he needed something. We’ve learned not to fall for it over the years resulting in becoming a ‘star student’.
“The meeting is this Thursday. Make sure to get the message across to your District Alphas.”
“Got it.”
“Did you notice something was oozing out of Clayton?”
We both to the dark-skinned boy scratching his black curly hair as he whispered the question. “You noticed it too? I thought I was the only one.”
Mr. Ferguson stared closely at him before shaking his head. “Let’s not jump to conclusions. Just make sure you get the message across, ok?”
We both let out a hum of agreement before walking over to our respective seats as other students finally started reeling in.
***
It was Thursday and I and Henry were accompanying Walter as we walked towards the tall, glassy skyscraper located in the heart of Shanghai, China.
Zak had an important project so he couldn’t go and Henry didn’t let anyone replace him which I am thankful for. After checking in with the front desk, we began heading towards the assigned meeting hall which was already filled with numbers of wolves all gathered here for one cause.
The Meeting Of The Alphas.
Well, not Alphas, more like District Alphas. Each person who was invited, except for assistants, is a head of a branch of the agency for a particular district.
The number of cities located in a person’s district depends on his/her continent. In America, we have 2 district Alphas, Walter and Isabella, each in control of half of the continent.
Isabella’s headquarters is stationed in Las Vegas and ours is in New York City. Before we could even take a seat, Walter swerved walking towards a dark-skinned man with black hair and a blue tint at the side.
Following him was a boy who looked my age with a face cap on his head. “Clayton?!”
His forest green eyes widened as he looked up to see me walking toward him. The older dark-skinned man had an amused expression on his face as he turned to Clayton.
“Do you know this fine young lady?” he asked, his arm resting on his shoulder.
Knowing he can’t lie to his superior, he nodded in agreement, and as fast as lightning, his usual demeanor returned as he once again showed off his pearly white teeth. “Hey, Kathryn.”
His cheery smile received a cold deadpan stare from me as I went ahead to drag him to where my seat was located.
“What gives?!”
“Don’t you ‘what gives’ me. Why didn’t you tell us you were a wolf?!”
“Well, I didn’t know you were one either. I guess you know how to hide your wolf presence well.”
“You don’t know how to, do you?”
“How do you know?”
“I caught a sliver of it on your first day but didn’t think much about it.”
“Could you teach me? You seemed to have practiced well.”
“She’s an Aura.”
Clayton’s jaw dropped as he looked at Henry and pointed at me. “What?! Her?!”
Henry nodded before separating our intertwined hands and grabbing mine. He pulled me down towards my seat leaving Clayton dumbfounded.
“But she’s so young!”
“There can be young Auras too. You’re just not informed.”
Henry's cold tone made me clamp his mouth shut with one of the dumplings in my cooler before he offended him.
“Look, Clayton. I’m an Aura. We’ve established that, but I want to know why you didn’t look for a head wolf in school.”
He let out a sigh before plopping down on a seat next to me. “I didn’t know who any of the head wolves were and I couldn’t trust anyone.”
“You coulda asked around for the Andrea Club. It’s useful for the info though. It’s where all the wolves meet.”
“Except me.”
“Except Kathryn. She hates Factions.”
“How does she get info then?”
“She’s Mr. Ferguson’s intern or something like that. His favorite student in the school.”
They kept talking about me like I wasn’t there as I stood up to explore. The meeting was supposed to start at 1:00 so we came 3 hours early giving me enough time to hopefully take a tour around the city.
I took a turn heading towards the entrance of the building bumping into someone with a muscular build. Great, this will then turn into one of those cliché movie scenes where a stranger suddenly becomes my friend.
Ugh, stress.
I nervously looked up and was met with a handsome guy who had misty blue eyes and greyish hair, with freckles adorning his cheeks.
Aww, cute. I mean his freckles are cute.
“Is your head okay?”
I noticed my hand was subconsciously rubbing my head and brought it down clearing my throat as I tried to continue my journey.
He suddenly moved to block my path. “Wait, hold on. You can’t just leave, I don’t even know your name.”
“You don’t need to. Now, excuse me.”
He blocked me again as I tried to move towards the entrance, an irk mark forming on my head. "Can you just move?! I have important things to do!”
I hated situations like this especially when the person is super persistent. You’d be surprised at how often this happens.
“What important things? I still haven’t gotten your name and number.”
Great. He has added another clause. I was right when I said this would turn into one of those movie scenes.
Curse my attention-grabbing hair.
Tired of moving sideways excessively, I gave in and told him what he wanted. “The name’s Angela, but, I can’t give you my number.”
“You don’t look like an Angela. Plus, why can’t you give me your number.”
“Cos you sound like you’re asking me out on a date,” I answered shrugging. “If I don’t look like an Angela, then what do I look like?”
He tapped his cheek with a finger letting out a hum. “You look like a, you look like more of an Isabela.”
I let out a chuckle, shaking my head, my brain tingling in realization. “Do you know this city well?”