"Are you coming?" Derek asked, leaning against his car. I groaned, still frustrated from last night. Tonight everyone in the senior class who wanted to become a warrior when they graduated had practice with the warrior wolves.
I doubted that it'd actually be a practice; it'd probably be more like pure torture. See who could last the longest in the worst conditions. And if you're miraculously one of the last wolves standing, then you might just get a spot as a warrior.
"I don't know," I said. I had been training since I was four to become a warrior, it'd be stupid of me to pass this up. Roman knew how much potential I had; he knew I could be one of the best in his pack. Before he left last night, he told me he expected me to be training with the pack tomorrow.
For a split second, I had the urge not to go at all. I wondered how he'd react to that. Bend me over his knee? Wrap his hand around my throat? Torture me with those fingers again? I pushed my knees together. Oh, God.
Bitch One jogged past me to her car. She was wearing a small hot pink sports bra, one that nearly showed her entire boobs each time she ran, and a pair of spandex shorts. I rubbed my temples. This was going to be a long night if she was going.
"See you at Roman's," she said, batting her lashes innocently at Derek and I.
"You're basically naked, Vanessa," Derek said.
She placed a yellow manicured finger on her lip. "Am I?" She looked down at herself, then shrugged. "Oh well. I'm sure Roman won't mind." She winked at me. Then she jumped in her car and raced out of the school parking lot.
"If she gets a spot just by rubbing her tits all over them, I'm going to lose it," Derek said, his hand clenching into a fist. "But, if you do it, I won't mind."
I raised a brow. "I don't have to flirt with him to get a spot." It was a bit arrogant of me to say, but nobody, besides Derek, could come close to beating me when we wrestled and fought in gym class for the past eight years.
"I know," he laughed. "So, are you coming?"
I took one last look at Vanessa's car speeding down the street and hopped in. No way I'd let her take my spot.
When we arrived, everyone was waiting for the "practice" to begin. Nearly twenty students from senior class were trying out. Not all of us would make it.
The warrior wolves filed into the backyard of the pack-house. They stood, arms crossed over their chests, around us. I stared curiously at them, while Vanessa smiled seductively at all of them. I leaned my forehead against Derek's arm, laughing at how stupid she looked and hoping to never see something like that again.
"Is something funny?"
My eyes widened, and I stopped. Alpha Roman stood in front of me, his shirt hugging his sculpted frame. He glared at me with those dark sinister eyes, those same eyes that devoured my body last night. I gulped.
"I asked you a question."
Everyone stared at us, waiting for me to answer him.
"And you were laughing why?" He crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps.
His pure dominance made me want to test him. I placed my hands by my side, holding them in clenched fists, so I wouldn't do something stupid in front of the whole pack. But, then, because I couldn't help myself, I shrugged.
He took a threatening step closer to me. "If you're not going to take this seriously, you can leave." His lips were set in a tight line. "I don't need a pup like you wasting my time."
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