His Lycan Luna

Chapter 2 : Beth

Chapter 2:

As she entered the bustling hallway of the literary wing, Elisabeth’s fingers slowly loosen their hold on the bag straps. It was a free zone for her, a place where she was a nobody among nobodies. No one bothered each other in the classrooms, tormenting was usually left for the fields.

With that relief, Elisabeth entered her class that was going to teach her about the history of their species as they knew it.

History class was never her favorite, but she would choose it over field day. It was better to learn how her ancestors fought with each other than go over the field and get beaten to pulp. And much less painful as well.

The gloomy sky hovered over the window pane when she looked up. The sun seemed to be hiding from something, it was as afraid as Elisabeth.

Elisabeth averted her eyes and looked down on the desk, the hard wood was pressing on her arms as she leaned on it. The tiny droplet of blood had long ago dried and left a stain on her finger tips.

As Elisabeth stared at it, she felt a push inside her that was hard to describe. As if she could not believe someone had dared to hit her hard, had dared to draw her blood.

Why was it weird though? Her blood flowed like sewer water every time she was on the field, carelessly, hopelessly and to gained no one’s sympathy as it continued to seep into the mud, and without doubt today was going to be the same.

Elisabeth tried to shake of the feeling and divert her attention to something else. There were too many distractions that could come to her use. Her eyes caught a tiny movement on the window sill, a caterpillar was moving itself over the rough surface with great difficulty. Elisabeth found it hard to move her eyes away from the little creature. Her heart hurt for it, but at the same time a faint taunting voice whispered in her ears, ‘That little thing is trying harder to move than you ever tried to succeed in life. What a shame.’

“Morning class, Lets learn about our origin today, yes?” The professor’s voice rang across the classroom and reached Elisabeth’s ears. The collective groan of students around her drowned away the taunting voice in her head; just like that, her attention was moved away from the caterpillar as if it was never there.

Class started with the most interesting topic that could have ever been taught at the history class of literary arts.

The History of Lycans and Werewolves.

As controversial this topic was, it was just as interesting. Elisabeth was indeed intrigued by the subject of Lycans, the peculiarity of their existence was fascinating. But as much as she was fascinated by them, she was just as scared to cross paths.

“We have already gone through the topic of their origin, everyone knows how they came to be, am I right?” Professor Ann’s fox like eyes smoothly glided across the classroom. Everyone enthusiastically nodded and shouted a confident yes, among which, Elisabeth’s quiet answer was drowned like a small fish in a sea full of sharks.

“Okay, so Willow will tell us about the last topic in brief and then we will proceed ahead.”

The girl named Willow suddenly became center of attention, her pale cheeks burned red as she stood up and recited a perfect brief of the origins of Lycans. Elisabeth sighed and looked away from the class, once again her attention was stolen by a source where it surely should not be wandering.

The training fields were the only view from any class in the three buildings of Wolus school. They circled the field itself, so whenever someone was to look outside the window, all that was there to see was a bunch of same aged students breaking each other’s necks.

Elisabeth’s next class was down on the same muddy field where her eyes were fixed like a magnet. For some reason she could not take her eyes away, as if something was drawing her towards it. Maybe it was the known future that made her stare at the ground, she could almost imagine herself sprawled on the mud in a bloody mess. Rhea was sure to do a number on her today, they all do.

“I know all of you are bored of the class, but please don’t make it so obvious by showing it on your faces.” Professor Ann smiled as she chucked the marker in its holder. She leaned on her desk and flashed a smile, “Since we have time, would you all like to listen to a small part of our recent history?”

Once again, the class burst into a collective cheer. Everyone already knew what it was going to be about. Elisabeth unconsciously sat straighter in her chair, a gust of wind blew on her face and her hair tickled her skin as if to distract her again, but Elisabeth’s tendency to be distracted was lost.

“Are you going to tell us about Tina again?” A boy with ginger hair spoke up bravely as soon as the cheer died down. His freckled face was glowing with a stretch of smile.

Professor Ann nodded without an element of surprise, “But of course, she is one of the reasons our pack is where it is. Such a personality should be mentioned whenever the opportunity presents itself. Today I will tell you how she defeated a group of rogues single handedly and made a name for our pack among the royal Lycans.”

Tina. Who didn’t know about her? The warrior who brough the Wolus pack to glory with her skills. And who’s death was still the biggest scar on both the werewolves and Lycans.

Tina.

Elisabeth thoughtfully repeated the name on her tongue but carefully never said it out loud. A strange fluttering spread over her chest.

“Win?” Elisabeth called out into her mind, hoping to hear her wolf’s voice. However, her own voice came back to her in a disappointing echo. Elisabeth closed her eyes briefly and let the darkness envelop the feeling of defeat, when she opened them again, the fluttering had only increased. It was unlike any uncomfortable feeling, it was like a push, a wait, anticipation of something big.

“Did you know, Tina was the best warrior in ten neighboring packs? She mastered skills which were nearly impossible to implement in training, she did them all by herself.” Professor Ann said proudly, “Most of all, she was even selected for the annual training period in the Royal Lycan territory.”

The class ‘oh-ed’ and ‘ah-ed’ at the unsurprising element of Professor Ann’s story. It was public knowledge how great Tina was, the best of the best.

“That’s how she found her mate, didn’t she?” One of the big mouths said, “The Lycan Alpha Vador.”

Professor Ann’s smile dimmed and she heaved a sigh, “Yes, that’s how they found each other. Alas, they could not last forever.”

“How did she die, Professor Ann?” A timid voice asked from the front. Elisabeth’s eyes found the voice of the question like sun in the open sky, open and hurting to the eyes. Something pricked into her, her fingers curled and dug into her skin. Agitation was making way into her heart. Win was as silent as ever; Elisabeth had no explanation for her unruly emotional behavior.

A shadow of uncertainty clouded over Professor Ann’s facial expressions, Elisabeth took a deep breath and leaned her elbows on the desk. The chipping away paint stuck to her cardigan, leaving dots of brown spots on the fabric.

“That,’ Professor Ann hesitated to answer, but just as she decided on speaking, the bell rang indicating end of the lesson. “Is for another time kids. You have combat classes next, if I am not wrong?”

She swept her eyes over the fallen faces of her students and grinned brightly, “Best of luck! Don’t injure your mates severely! Bye~!”

With that she picked up her stuff and scurried out of the class. Elisabeth and the rest of the class prepared to leave for field as well. The topic of Tina still lingered in the air after Professor Ann left, like a fragrance that had no origin but was very much present around them. Elisabeth paid no attention to the gossips and rumors around her, they were a waste of time and had no solid base to support the claim. So, when her other classmates were slowly packing up their field gear and whispering among themselves about their own version of the story, Elisabeth had already left the classroom and reached the changing room.

The changing room was where everyone changed into their training gear and then ran to the field. So, it was difficult to get a cubicle to change into privacy. Werewolves possessed no sense of shame when it came to nudity, they had good physique is general so showing it off was nothing new, besides they shift back naked all the time and hence changing in front of a few different classmates was perfectly okay.

Elisabeth was beyond uncomfortable changing in front of watching eyes; she was not as built as others and had nothing to show off, her white skin looked as white as jade and she would rather hide the skin under ten different layers of clothes than show her bare skin in public.

Luckily, Elisabeth spotted an empty one and rushed into it with her bag. She locked the door and sighed before quickly stripping off her clothes one by one.