"An alpha that leads by fear will only receive fear. But an alpha that leads with love and respect will earn a pack that will follow them into any battle, no matter what."
"Are you trying to tell me something?"
"I'm trying to tell you you're an a...
Moving to their table in the back, the pair sat and waited for class to start.
Just before the bell rang, Mase rushed in and ran to Beck's side. Hugging his friend, the dark-skinned boy sat down.
"I'm so, so, so sorry Beck," Mase gasped as Mr. Harris dropped his piece of chalk, turning to the class. "I had no clue Jared would do that."
"It's okay Mase," Beck whispered as she prepared to take notes on Mr. Harris's scribbles on the board.
"No, it's not," Jules hissed viciously. "That little dickwad better watch out before I beat the crap out of him."
"I think someone beat you to it," Mase muttered, eyes focused on the door.
Glancing at the door as it opened, everyone watched as Jared stepped in. And let's just say he looked like crap. His left eye was beginning to swell, tissues were sticking out of his nose, and his lip was split open.
"Mr. Anderson," Mr. Harris gasped as Jared moved to his seat. "What the hell happened to you?"
Glancing around, Jared's eyes landed on Beck before darting to the floor. "Nofing," he muttered, the tissues in his nose altering his words. "I fell dow de stairs."
Mr. Harris gave a hum before turning back to the board.
Jules smirked before turning to Mase and Beck. "Serves him right."
"I wonder who did it?" Mase whispered back as Beck pulled out her phone.
She sent out three messages, all the same.
did you do it?
Resting her phone on her lap, Beck returned to taking her notes as she waited for a response. Just as Mr. Harris was assigning them a project, her phone vibrated.
As Mase and Jules worked to decipher the assignment, Beck read the three messages.
½ of an idiot🐺: umm no...
curly wolf🐺: what
other ½ of an idiot🚙: Counts on what you're accusing me of. If it's killing that little twirp, no. If it's eating ur cookies, maybe.
Beck rolled her eyes at the last message. Glancing up toward Jared, Beck watched as he scratched at the tissue shoved up his nose.
If Scott, Stiles, or Isaac didn't beat up Jared, who did?
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BECK TAPPED HER pencil against her notebook as she waited for Ms. Blake to move so she could finish copying the board.
Suddenly, police sirens sounded from outside, making everyone in the classroom turn to the windows. They watched as a squad of sheriff's cars pulled into the parking lot. They parked near the forest, every single deputy jumping out of their car as they ran towards the woods.
