Plot Twist

Chapter 5

A swell of emotion overtook me and I felt my eyes watering.

Don't you dare screw up my mascara right now, you stupid emotions.

"Uh, yeah, whatever, homie," I tried to sound casual and not on the verge of tears. I totally just had something in my eye.

And that wasn't me sniffling.

"Look, I'm your older brother," Jackson said softly, "It's my job to protect you - both of you, and if I have no problem starting a war if it means I get to teach that fucker a lesson. Nobody, especially not Ry - I mean, uh, Lord Voldemort - messes with my family."

Yes, the nicknames are catching on!

Before any of us could reply or ease the tension of the sibling-bonding-feels, Jackson pulled into the school parking lot and exited the car as quickly as possible - heading toward the back parking lot.

Gives emotional speech? Check. Disappears after promising to protect siblings? Check. Going off to smoke pot? Check.

That left fake-twin and I.

We hopped out of the SUV, hooked arms and headed toward the building.

Trust me when I tell you that walking in was almost like a bad high school movie from the '90's.

People from packs alike parted like the red sea in the hallway and openly gaped at Skylar like she was a new exhibit at the zoo. I felt my protective instincts rising to the surface. Did they have no respect for the Alpha's daughter that they would just stare at her so openly? I mean, geez, people! You'd think they'd never been in a Werewolf book before the way they were acting!

"Come with me to my locker, please?" Fake-twin whispered in my ear, shooting me a pleading look.

"Of course," I grinned, "Did you really think I'd leave you to the wolves? Get it, 'wolves'? Wasn't that punny?"

"Don't quit your day job, Cal."

Skylar led us over to a locker on the side, and luckily, by this point, people were getting over the initial shock of seeing Skylar and had turned back to their friends.

Fake-twin started to spin her combination, and I tried to inconspicuously guess the sequence of numbers.

Clack, clack, clack

The sound of high heels interrupted my spying, and I turned to the sound.

No fucking way, I completely forgot about this.

There, walking toward us with incredibly impressive six-inch high heels, was the one key element to any cliche werewolf book -

The bitch, or as they're often referred to one too many times - the blonde bimbo. They were the one-dimensional high-pitched banshee who really only showed up when some kind of angsty high school drama needed to be added to the subpar plot.

She had platinum blonde hair contrasting to tan skin, clothing she must've gotten from the girls' department and enough makeup to stock the entire Clinique section at the mall. Her walk had a little too much sway to be natural and her face was set in a deep snarl - her eyes directed right at Skylar.

Ugh, someone get this girl an audition for the stereotypical bitchy cheerleader in a '90's high school movie, I think she's really got the character down pat.

She stopped in front of Fake-twin, "Well, well, well," She smirked, "I have got to hand it to you. I didn't expect you to show your face so soon, loser."