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Chapter three: Werewolves

BPOV

I woke up the next morning feeling drowsy with aching limbs and sore bruises. The blinding sunlight leaking in through the slightly open curtain as the echoes of high-pitched giggles and foot-steps paraded down the outside corridor. I groaned and curled up in my bed, ready for another hour of sleep.

That's what I loved about this school; it wasn't even like a school, more along the lines of a three year holiday resort. There were rarely actual classes, and the teachers were more body-guards and therapists for the changes going on within us for those few years.

A knock on the door awoke me from my thoughts, and with a sigh I threw myself out of my bed and opened my door to a beaming Angela. Angela was tall for a girl, 6'1" with a slender figure. She had light brown eyes that were framed with a stylish pair of glasses and dark brown hair with streaks of honey that had been scraped up into a neat ponytail. The expression that clouded her face told me she had some good gossip.

I smirked. "Get in," I said simply, and Angela practically squealed. That was unusual for her; she was usually the quiet and reserved type. I shut the door behind Angela as she perched herself on the edge of my messy bed. I climbed back in at the top and practically purred at the warmth the soft sheets offered to me.

"Ben asked me out!" She blurted and raised her arms as if she wanted to scream hallelujah from the roof tops, and I couldn't help but grab both her extended hands from her explosion of joy. I was truly happy for her, as it wasn't usual for two of the four mages to actually be attracted to each other. This also meant the birth of their child or children would extend the mage world, something that had been a difficulty since the increased population of blood-hungry creatures.

Not that I could judge, I was half a blood-hungry creature after all.

"Really? That's great, Angela!" I gushed along with her, smiling at that love struck glint in her eye and her flushed cheeks. For once I actually felt jealous. The closest I ever got to feeling attracted to someone was...

Last night with Edward, and even then I had practically been rejected right there and then as he became a Vampire statue right before my eyes.

I bit down on my lip as Angela registered my hesitance. "Tell me everything," I beamed a half-forced smile at her, I wanted this to be her day. Maybe she'd enlighten me for what to expect when I ever actually found someone to have a puppy love or teenage obsession with.

"It was so romantic," She cooed and went into elaborate detail of how Ben levitated a note to her desk during their potions class. The only classes that happened frequently were for the Mages, Wizards and Elves – they focused more on the brain of magic and the paranormal to perform to their full extent, rather than the brawn. Angela had been asked to meet Ben at the stroke of midnight in the exotic flower garden behind the school. He had expressed how he felt an immediate attraction to her when his eyes first found Angela's. He said he didn't know her, but would enjoy getting to. He, however, didn't wait for that and asked her out on the spot. Angela, sensing the attraction, agreed and now they have arranged to train and study magic together, counting them as dates as they wouldn't be allowed far off the premises.

"I'm really happy for you Angela," I smiled down at the soft lilac sheet. "Just wait, soon enough you'll be popping out the next Merlin."

Angela grimaced. "Unlike most Mages, I'm waiting until I have completed my full course of mage training before I begin popping any mini Dumbledore's out."

"Imagine the baby's coming out with the robes, hat and beard..." I began giggling along with Angela at the thought, and before we knew it we were clutching our stomachs as we thrashed around, laughing at the most bizarre things until we had tears cascading down our faces.

"We need to calm down," Angela said between fits of laughter. "The tutors will arrive here any minute with a thought of two students getting intoxicated by laughing gas."

I smirked, holding back the next round of giggles. "Upon discovering we're completely sober, they'll ignore the fact that we're just being the usual, hyper teenage gossiping girls and submit us to a psychiatric ward!"

"I can just imagine that," Angela snickered, and she then looked at the clock besides my bed-side table. "It's ten am already? Crap, I've got to go Bella."

I nodded and got up to let her out as she dashed up onto her slightly clumsy feet, smirking as I saw her slight stumble. "Meeting Ben?" She nodded and gave me a gentle smile as I opened the door. "Have fun, Angela."

"Well, I'm only meeting him for a short while," Angela admitted as she halted in the hallway outside my dorm. "You could come with us if you want to?"

I shook my head. "I can entertain myself for now; this is you and your lover boy's time."

Angela responded with a deep crimson blush. "Well, the thing is we're meeting some friends of Ben's. The werewolves apparently, and I don't want to go alone as I'm not comfortable around them as much as Ben is. He's a lot more social than I am, especially with other breeds."

That was true. I knew Angela took a lot of warming up to do to be close friends with someone. She was only close with me right now because my parents had been close friends with hers.

"Come Bella," She practically begged me. "Please?"

I suddenly felt a little worried. Only Angela knew my true form, and she should know better than anyone else that I'd possibly be a little uneasy around Werewolves. "I don't know, Angela..."

She scoffed. "Bella, if you're worried about what I think you're worried about you can hardly tell what you are. It's probably only the scent that gives a hint, but with all the cross-breeding these days that hardly suggests anything. They're nice, apparently."

Apparently.

But the good friend within me surrendered to Angela's hopeful and pleading expression. I rolled my eyes and groaned out a fine, earning a sudden hug and a pat on the back from Angela. "I'll fetch for you when Ben and I are ready, you have to meet him sooner or later anyway."

I nodded in response and watched her thin form almost skip down the corridor and I smiled, hoping to be happy like that myself some day.

The next hour was spent with me lazily getting ready. I had fallen asleep last night in my jeans and tank top, so I felt a little, for a lack of a better word.

Blegh.

I showered at a steady pace, sighing as the warm water cascaded down my body, washing away the grime of last night's encounter with Riley. I scrubbed my body clean with my honey and lavender body wash, even though I knew my scent would smell like the two anyway I had decided to adapt to the fresh and spring-like smell.

I washed my hair with my favourite strawberry shampoo, lathering it until I was sure every trace of the Incubus was vanished from my body. I then got out, dried myself out and pulled on a pair of denim shorts, converse and button-up shirt that I had adjusted by rolling up the long sleeves up to my elbows. I brushed and dried my long hair, letting it wave subtly down my back.

I waited patiently for a few minutes until I heard hushed voices and a knock on my door. I grabbed my key from the desk aside my bed and walked to the door. I opened it to find Angela holding hands with a nervous looking boy who was a few inches shorter than her tall form. Not that I could say anything, my 5 foot frame was probably anything but intimidating in a school of monsters. I probably resembled an Elf...

"Bella," Angela blushed slightly as her hand waved from me to the boy at her side. "This is Ben."

"It's nice to meet you, Ben," I smile warmly and held my hand out. He took it in his own shaky one and we shook lightly.

"Hello Bella," Ben said in a small voice, but he had a kind smile. "Angela's told me quite a bit about you."

"Nothing negative," She added with an eye roll at my shocked expression.

"Good," I smirked and patted her shoulder. "Wouldn't have to eat you."

Ben raised his eyebrow at me as Angela chuckled lightly. Ben was about 5'7" with black hair, golden-brown skin and dark brown eyes. I knew he was of Asian descent. He wore baggy faded jeans and a Muse t-shirt.

"Muse is great," I commented subtly and motioned at his shirt with a nod. Ben smiled warmly in response, and I couldn't blame his shy nature for a stranger.

"Let's get going," Angela said and she lightly tugged on Ben's hand as they made their way down the corridor. I locked my door and trailed behind, keeping an eye-out encase I bumped into any heartbreakingly handsome Vampires along the way.

Truth it, I was avoiding Edward. I couldn't handle the possible wrath and fury of an almost fully-developed Vampire, especially when it was from an uninvited kiss.

However, the memory did make me blush as we stepped outside where the hot sun beats down on us. The sudden rush of heat was probably more intense on me than on Angela and Ben, but it wouldn't kill me. I was only slightly more sensitive to the sun, but I'd have to be out in it for a good few hours before it started taking affect on my skin.

I rolled my sleeves down and listened to the engaging conversation regarding action films and special effects, with Ben seemed highly interested in. I didn't interrupt their discussion with my own opinions, as honestly I was too busy being wary of my surroundings for not only Edward but for the nearby Werewolves as we crossed the grassy pitch.

I could smell them not far off, and the smell made me shudder. They didn't smell entirely bad, just a little musky like a damp forest which didn't exactly blend well with the hot air.

We came to a stop in front of a group of very muscular and russet-coloured shirtless boys all wearing jeans, with one toned but fully dressed girl sitting opposite all of them with her headphones in and a book in her lap. I knew they were the werewolves.

Upon our arrival, the many pair of eyes turned onto us. A few smiles greeted Ben, while Angela and I were stared at like doggy biscuits. Their eyes wide and mouths hung open. I wasn't sure entirely which one of us the looks were aimed at, but I had a feeling it was me.

Baked Bella for breakfast, yum!

"Angela, Bella," Ben hummed, slowly creeping out of his shell. "These are my Werewolf friends." He pointed each one out to us as he said their name. "Jake,"

"I'm Jacob Black," He stood up to greet us, practically bouncing over. "You can call me Jake, though." He held his hand out to the both of us; I took it first and shook his hand warmly. Angela followed. Jake had shortly cropped black hair and a big warm smile. He was extremely tall and like all the other boys, extremely well built. His eyes were a deep set and twinkling dark brown.

A younger-looking boy bounded up next to Jake. Ben spoke for him. "This is Seth,"

"Bella," Seth greeted, eying me up and down before pulling me into a sudden hug, I gasped but patted his back gently, with Angela up next. Seth was a lot shorter than Jake, still tall with a gangly build, barely reaching 6 foot. He had a huge, happy grin and a youthful face. His hair matched Jake's.

The next three boys up crossed their arms in front of us to appear intimidating, and while Angela twiddled her thumbs and I merely stood their with my head tilted and my arms at my side two of them but the last to the right eventually broke into a grin.

"Embry, Quil and Paul," Ben said and chuckled lightly.

All three of them alike Seth and Jake had black cropped hair and brown eyes with russet skin. Embry, however, was almost as tall as Jake and slender. He had a slightly dimpled chin, a thin face with long but rounded muscles. Quil was shorter than Embry and about Seth's height, but much more muscular than both of them. He had an impish grin and a burly figure. Paul was slightly taller than Quil, but shorter than Embry, muscular all the same with slightly darker eyes than everyone else. Paul was the one who didn't smile, but merely glared me down.

"Don't think I don't know what you are," He practically growled at me as his tall form towered over my small frame. I raised an eyebrow as Jake's hand clamped down on Paul's shoulder.

"Easy," He warned in a sharp tone of voice. "She's a friend."

"A friend," He scoffed and wandered over to reclaim his seat on the grass as the final boy and the girl eventually got up onto their feet to greet us.

"I'm Sam," He greeted us with a tight smile. He had long, rounded muscles and a very deep voice. He was second tallest, literally just an inch or so smaller than Jake. His eyes were a light brown. "Ignore Paul, he's wary of... new people," He shrugged and held a hand out to me. I took his hand, which was much a much higher temperature than all the other hands I'd shook of the group.

"He's like a grumpy puppy," The girl snickered, earning an extended middle finger from Paul to her way. "Very mature, Paul."

"This is Leah," Sam said. Leah was quite pretty in an exotic way with eyelashes like feather dusters, and slightly smaller than Angela, she had copper-brown coloured skin and a sleek black and perfectly straight hair that was cut short into a pixie-cut. Her eyes were more of a caramel tone, but they seemed blank, somewhat cold.

Rather than shaking her hand, Leah simply nodded to us. I returned a small smile to her.

"Training begins shortly," Sam called out to all of them and then looked at us. "Care to join?"

"Train with wolves?" Angela giggled shyly and Ben wrapped his arm around her awkwardly. "I'm afraid I'm not quite ready for that yet, so no thank you."

Sam looked at me. "What about you?"

"Me?" I practically squeaked as all the eyes settled on my small figure. I placed my hands firmly on my hips in an attempt to stand my ground, my true nature was quite bossy and hated being underestimated, but at the same time I didn't want to engage in fighting with werewolves, whether it was play or not. I was outnumbered easily. "No thanks."

"You scared?" Paul chuckled darkly. "Typical."

"I'm not scared," I almost snapped and folded my arms stubbornly across my chest. "Just not in the mood."

"Me neither," Jake agreed. "I'm going to sit this one out and watch with you guys. You mind, Sam?"

"Whatever," Sam mumbled and all the pack, excluding Jake, resumed their positions in their semi circle on the grass.

I decided to make myself comfortable and I settled down on the warm and prickly grass, playing with a few strands between my fingers as Jake took a seat next to me. Despite him being a wolf himself I felt strangely easy around his presence. "So, do you train often?" I asked in an effort to begin none-awkward conversation, as Ben and Angela sat a couple of feet away lightly kissing and twiddling each others hands.

"Yeah, nearly everyday," Jake answered. "We want to become strong for the competitions."

"Competitions?" I questioned with a confused expression. I looked at Jake and his eyes were wide with buzzing excitement that I could practically sense wafting from him.

"Yeah," He chuckled. "Every year there's a big fight on the school ground between a variety of species. The winners are usually decided on the last one of each specimen standing, resulting in a following fight when all finalists are prepared. The winner is decided on the last one standing."

"Sounds brutal," I mumbled. "Do you have to take part in this, like... a whole school thing?"

"Nah, we obviously have the peace-makers and healers. They usually just be bystanders and decide winners, but no one is forced into it. It's all voluntary."

"What do you get out of it though?" I asked. "Fighting usually doesn't solve anything; it just creates tension and hate between the species."

"True, but it also provides ultimate power and respect throughout the school. Just think, no one would bother you, you'd get the ultimate respect and the winner's species would gain street credit when these three years are up. I just want to suck it to the Succubi and Incubi, now they're even viler than Vampires!"

Vampires... vile?

"I hate Vampires," He explained. "They're a werewolf's natural enemy, mainly because they created a rivalry between the Elves and Wolves, leading to our misjudgement almost being the number one cause for their close extinction. It's a lucky fact that it was the actual breeding problems between the Incubus and Succubus' and the Elves. Their dark magic contrasted with the healing power of the Elves, resulting in a dead fetus and usually killing the mother of either race. A shortage in female Elves and Succubus meant trouble mating between breeds. Of course, the sex demons quickly caught up and now they're over populated, but the Elves had a bigger problem. The lack of females barely did anything to accompany the number of male soldier-Elves slaughtered by the confused Wolves."

"Oh..."

"Yeah, oh," Jake sighed. "It's just... if the Vampires had kept to themselves and not go feasting every night in the human world, not being able to control their covens or blood-lust then the Elves wouldn't of stepped in for the peace between worlds, and the Wolves wouldn't of stepped in for the safety of humans. They're a very close relative to the wolf, and our number one source of breeding. Cross breeding with wolves is rare and can cause complications unless it is with another wolf or a human."

"But not all Vampires are bad," I defended. Edward wasn't like that. He wasn't constantly craving the blood of humans, being out of control due to the craze and running around slaughtering people to satisfy that lust. "Yes, sometimes they have to kill in order to live, but it's how they survive. Humans slaughter animals to satisfy their hunger, but they have a choice in that matter. They could easily survive from the world's natural resources like fruit and vegetables, but they choose to eat other creatures. Vampires can't choose and they have little to barely any choice."

"You're keen on them," Jake smirked and lightly punched me in the arm. I winced, but only because he hit a formed bruise from last night. "Sorry," He shrugged. "What are you anyway, you seem soft yet you smell like a blood-sucker yourself. Vampires aren't usually naturally kind."

Edward is.

I simply shrugged and looked back at the scene in front of me. My smile drooped and I gasped as all the boys and Leah shuddered violently, cracks filled the air as their bones shifted and fur sprouted across their body. Eventually, they went from being human to a wolf. The wolves circled each other, a playful swipe exchanged here and there before the largest wolf, being entirely black sprang towards the smallest and silver one. The silver wolf pounced gracefully, effectively blocking the attack of the large black hound.

The other wolves which were a variety of colours from greys to blacks, chocolate browns to reds were doing a dance of attacks. They moved so swiftly that if it wasn't for my advanced eyes my half-human being wouldn't be able to keep up with their moves.

I watched them fight all day, but it was often only playful banter. They eventually shifted back and I discovered that the large black wolf had in fact been Sam, and the smallest silver one had been Leah. Leah had expressed herself to be the most graceful and the quickest, where as Sam dominated the pack in strength. I wondered what Jake was like in wolf form.

It wasn't until the sun began to set that I figured it was late. Angela had dozed off against Ben's chest and he had been watching the conflict with Jake and me. I got up off of the grass and brushed my back-side free of any grass. "I better get going. It was nice to meet you all, though. I had a great time watching."

Jake bounced up onto his feet next to me, shaking my hand once more. "No problem. Hey, the guys and I are going to see the full moon in a few nights time. It's not on school grounds, but it's a ritual most Werewolves participate in to enhance their transformation, making it easier to cope with and all that. It also helps increase our eye-sight, speed and agility. Our strength hasn't been tested on the night of a full moon yet, so we're hoping to figure it out for ourselves if you're interested in coming along?"

"I'd love to," I smiled, but then again I couldn't picture myself smuggling out of school grounds to hang out with Werewolves. It didn't seem or feel right to me. In school, it was different but there were rules to an extent of violence here. Killing the species was off limits, and could result in the death penalty. Out there... things were very different, and I was a little intimidated by Paul. "But I think I should stay in my dorm. You can let me know how it goes though."

"Alright," Jake shrugged; the declined offer didn't seem to put him down. "Do you want me to walk you to your dorm? Your friend seems dead."

"I'll be fine," I shook my head as his pack watched us closely. "Your friends are waiting, and I know my way. It was nice to meet you, Jake."

"You too, Bells," He smiled sheepishly and I blushed a little at his nickname for me. I decided to take my leave then, giving Jake a goodbye hug and returning to my dorm. I kicked off my shoes, pulled my shirts and shirt off and climbed into bed in my dad's t-shirt.

A/N: Again, apologies if this chapter dragged on but I thought we could get Jake and the Werepuppies into this now :D It's about time.

Anyway, thank you to those who have submitted a review and please do the same again as it does give me more inspiration to write quicker :D The next chapter will be submitted when I reach, hmm... 15 reviews, maybe? ;) Nah, I'm not going to do that as it's mean, I'll begin writing the next part asap but for now review, favourite, give me some feedback to your opinions so far, thank you!