Nightshade belongs to Andrea Cremer, not me!
This is my first time, but let me know how it is:) I promise to write more if you guys like it:)
Chapter 1
My name is Calla Tor. I am 17 years old and alpha of the largest young pack.
Today, I'm at my new school. To be exact, a searcher school. You could say I'm "scoping" for my pack. The best part: I can't speak. Thanks to that bastard Emile, who decided to try to strangle me when he found out that all the Nightshades and many of the Banes were leaving. You see, Corrine and her son, Renier, (Ren) had escaped. Ren isn't even Emile's son. As it turns out, his father is a searcher named Monroe. They also have a daughter about Ansel's age named Ariadne, aka Adne. I did nearly the same thing, except I had no help. I led mine and my father's pack the elder pack to the searchers, whom I (after some searching of my own) found in Denver. With the help of my father keeping everyone in order, we made it. We were welcomed by Corrine herself. There was a lot of laughter and tears. Calls to old friends who hadn't seen each other in nearly 18 years-
"Miss Tor, please pay attention!" called Ms. Jameson, a snooty old hag who I immediately did not like when I had met her earlier. I looked up, keeping my face expressionless.
"Well since you must be too busy for school, let's see what you have been writing. Come up here and copy everything on that paper to the white board." she said A brilliant idea suddenly popped into my head. I stood up and walked up to the white board. I quickly wrote down one single word: HAG.
Inwardly I grinned. Her face was the color of an overly ripe tomato.
She pointed toward my desk. "Why don't you go sit back down, and start your 100 sentences." She wrote down something on a post it note then handed it to me. Ugh. Why did teachers make such long sentences? I went and sat down, then opened my sketch book and began to draw the picture inside my head. Longish black hair, dark gray eyes that seemed to hold a galaxy, strong, square jaw, perfect straight nose, those sinful lips-
Ren. I thought. I drew Ren. I knew I was attracted, but that didn't mean it was ok to get involved. With what happened last time I loved someone like that, nothing good came out of it. No, I had better keep my distance. The bell suddenly rang, pulling me out of my thoughts. The next few classes went by in a blur and I found myself in my very last class: Combat. A slow grin came upon my face. This was definitely gonna be fun.
"Hello Calla." a melodic voice said behind me. I turned. It was Corrine. I nodded at her. "Classes ok?" I shrugged, thinking of my hag incident. Oh well. I'd tell her later. She and I walked into the large, warm, gym-like room.
"Calla! Over here!" called a slightly familiar voice. I looked over to the left, seeing Adne's willowy, medium-height frame dash toward us. "We have to get you in your uniform before class starts. You don't wanna be late on your first day, do you?" I smiled at Adne. She was as exuberant as Ansel and Bryn put together. She chatted with her mother and me for a few minutes, then grabbed my hand and led me to a door that had a painted sign that said "girls" in Latin.
She walked in, still holding my hand. She said hello to a few girls as we passed by, not really stopping. She suddenly stopped at a locker-like door, and opened it.
"Here's your uniform, and mine." She looked at me. "We're sharing a locker, but I can get you a single if you prefer it." I shook my head no. I really enjoyed Adne's company. I wanted to keep her around.
We quickly changed and jogged out to join the rest of the crowd. A boy with golden brown hair and a nice smile waved at us and Adne and I walked over.
"Calla, this is Shay Doran. Shay, Calla Tor." Adne said. I tensed, taking in his scent. He was a guardian.
Shay smiled warmly, and nodded respectfully. "Hi Calla. You're the alpha of the young pack, right?" I nodded, and smiled a little. He showed that he knew his place and mine. I gave him a gentle nudge with my shoulder, showing him it was okay. He smiled wider.
He opened his mouth to say something more, but another boy showed up, playfully punching Shay's shoulder. "Already snapping up the new girls, Shay?" I quickly recognized his unique scent. Sandalwood, bonfires in autumn. Ren.
Shay grinned and punched Ren playfully back. "You know it. Besides, who wouldn't want to talk to a pretty girl like this?" Shay said, gesturing to me. I rolled my eyes. Boys.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Gather 'round, gather 'round! We are doing a different training method with daggers today!" Called Corrine.
"Today we are going to practice throwing the daggers. Just.. not at each other." Monroe said, walking up to the group. He coughed: "James."
A tall boy close to me held his arms up and said, "You pull one little prank and you're the bad guy." Inwardly I grinned. I knew exactly what I was doing. Thank heavens for over protective fathers.