One Who Never Speaks

Brittany Evans slowly made her way across the school cafeteria while fumbling to carry more drinks than her hands could hold. The woman at the counter wickedly refused to lend her a tray. Sighing, she looked ahead at the table she would be sitting at, hoping one of her friends would come to help her out. "Guys…" She squeaked.

"Hmm?" Sophia who was busy eyeing her reflection on her phone screen, didn't even look up while she spoke. "Oh, you're back. Hurry up and pass my drink. My throat's dry."

"R-Right!" Speeding up, Brittany barely managed to reach the table with all drinks in hand. "Soph, this is yours." She quickly handed a diet coke to Sophia. "Kalia, your milkshake and Jessie, a water for you!" She beamed at them, while setting her two bottles of orange juice on the table.

"Water?" Jessie grabbed the bottle water in front of her, her tight fingers distorting the plastic. "Did you not hear the word 'coconut'? What the hell? I even paid for everything yet you brought me plain damn water?!"

"Hey Jess, don't shout. Fuck." Sophia scrunched up her face, her ears twitching. "Britt, go fix your mistake. And get me a muffin while you're at it…the one with the cream ontop."

"Me too." Kalia added, sipping her milkshake through the straw.

Brittany nodded without a word. Her face was blank, but inside… was boiling up an inferno.

Those three…were her friends, best friends actually.

They'd been together since middle school but somehow, over the years, Britt had become the odd one out. They hung out together everyday but things just weren't the same. They didn't look at her nor talk to her like they used to. The days of sharing silly secrets and joking around were gone. Now, she was just there…barely managing to keep her spot beside them.

There were certain things that separated them…from the way they dressed and the obvious difference in beauty to the high ranked status their family held amongst wolves. They had high ranked parents who got them whatever they wanted while she had nothing…no one. As children, it wasn't a big deal but as adults, they could only look down on her.

She was inferior, she knew that. But to Brittany, the glaring problem that kept her apart from everyone else…was the vibrant white that coated her furr. Many many years ago, even before she was born, white wolves were a kind known to be pure and brought a sense of peace and tranquility amongst the people they united with. But when the mystery behind their kind was unmasked; a rumor that linked their diluted blood with that of witches, the once pure, respected wolves suddenly signified evil.

Now, white wolves are said to have been nothing more than a myth and to some, extinct. Brittany didnt know whether they were hunted and killed or forced into hiding, but aside from her friends, only a few of the higher ups at her pack knew of her wolf's form. If news of her existence spread, they would all be ridiculed. That was why they kept it underwraps and silently carried contempt for her.

From she was a child, her friends were the only ones she had. And while that was still true, Brittany was sick and tired of the way they treated her. But cutting them off wasn't easy. This kind of treatment was tolerable as long as she made it out of school smoothly.

Biting her lip, Brit dragged her feet back over to the counter. She got the two muffins and the coconut water then quickly made her way back to the table. When she got there, a few of the boys had joined them.

"Hey Brit, I see you're still here." Brad said, laughing with his friends as soon as she walked up.

Brittany could tell they had just been talking shit behind her back.

"Hey, Brad…" She handed the girls their stuff and sat down on the bench. They were on one side of the table while the boys bundled up at opposite side.

"Aren't you still struggling with the werewolf mock battles? You're the only one who hasn't beaten that skinny dude in the nerd class. Don't you think that's a bit pathetic?"

"I'm trying to get into after-school training. I'll do well this time."

"Sure you will." Brad leaned back in the seat, grinning when one of his friends whispered something in his ear. "I could give you a few lessons at my place. If you do well, I'll buy you lunch and drive you home for the rest of the year. You won't have to worry about money anymore. How's that?"

"I'm fine." She glared down at the table, "Just mind your business."

"Sucks for you then. Anyway! Sophia, have you heard?"

"Heard what?"

"That Alpha…is coming here."

Sophia finally looked up from her reflection, her hand pausing in the middle of combing her hair. "What Alpha?"

Brad had family ties with the school board so he often got news before everyone else.

He leaned over the table and Brit's brows raised as she watched him whisper, "The strongest Alpha everyone talks about… The teachers say it's some lecture thing, but I got intel he's coming to recruit wolves. I'm definitely gonna be on his list, no doubt about that!"

"T-The dark Alpha?!"

All eyes widened, including Brittany's. She had heard of him countless times before; the ruthless dark Alpha. He was a man of few words but his claws alone spoke volumes. There was never a fight which he did not win and there was never a moment where anyone talked crap about him and lived. He wasn't a king, yet he ruled the whole werewolf world. Even Alphas worshiped him, and many wolves have left their packs to join his.

Her Alpha; Alpha Luke, would die for a deal with someone like him.

"Why would an Alpha like that come to this school?"

"That's not all, ladies." Brad wiggled his eyebrows, "I hear his son is making an appearance too! Two big fish!"

Sophia was up in an instant, slamming her palms against the table. Her phone fell to the floor, but for once, she didn't care. "Swear it, Brad!"

'His son too?' Brittany thought. She hadn't heard much about him, other than how he gallivants around with women hanging on his arms. People called him a man that was for every woman, yet becoming his mate or even his sex-partner was what plenty dreamed of regardless. But unlike his father, there wasn't much else for people to talk about.

Was he the same as his father? Cruel and tyrannical?

"I swear. Don't you trust me? I'd never give false info."

Sophia's eyes seemed to sparkle at that. A bright, devious smile crept onto her face. "Brit, you can have the muffin." She slid the muffin across the table. "I gotta keep in shape. Hey, tell me! When will he be here exactly? The son."

"Did you forget you've got a boyfriend, Soph?" Kalia flipped her blond hair over her shoulder.

Sophia's jaws hardened in annoyance. "So what?"

"So…" Kalia laughed, "That boy…belongs to me. I'll make him mine~"

"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself." Jessie piped in, straightening her back and jingling her tits that almost hung right out of her top. "He will be mine! There's no guy that doesn't prefer bigger boobs~"

"Totally!!!" The guys agreed, their bulging eyes glued to the view of her tits through her v-neck crop top.

They continued to bicker amongst themselves while Brittany was the only one who sat quietly. She tuned them out, and began nibbling on the muffin, until a sudden coldness hit her cheek from behind. She squealed, her head instinctively leaning away.

"What the hell?" She turned, a heavy glare ready to sink into the culprit.

It was a cold juice that'd been pressed against her cheek. Her eyes climbed up the person's arm and met the hooded figure that stood behind her. A familiar pair of dark amber eyes stared down at her.

Brit's glare quickly faltered and instead, a shiver ran down her spine.

"N-Nate?"

It was him. The guy who never speaks.