As Vera hurried along her school road. She kept looking at her watch. Her heart was beating so fast at the realization that she was already late for her first class.
"Oh my god," she exclaimed as she bolted off. Running like she was being chased, as sweat soaked her clothes.
While she was running, she glanced at her phone and felt a surge of panic as she saw that the second class had already begun. But just as she rounded the corner, disaster struck. With a sickening squelch, Vera stepped right into a pile of semi-liquid dog shit. "Oh! No!" she cried out. her foot sank deep into the foul-smelling mess. She crouched in horror, and her face contorted in disgust as she frantically tried to wipe the filth from her shoe.
"Oh god, could this day get any worse?" Vera muttered under her breath, sounding frustrated as she glanced around for something to clean herself with. Spotting a patch of grass nearby, she hurried over and began to scrub at her leg, trying to rid herself of the vile substance.
Finally, she felt satisfied that she was at least somewhat presentable, Vera resumed her hurried journey to school, and she was feeling embarrassed and self-loathing. As she perceived her own smell.
As she approached the school building, Vera's heart sank even further as she saw Mr. Robert Downs. the principal of Moon-grove High School, standing at the entrance. Beside him stood two other individuals whom Vera recognized as members of the school board, their stern expressions sending a shiver down her spine. They don't tolerate lateness. And she also doesn't know the kind of punishment that awaits her for coming late.
Nevertheless, it was the sight of Damon Spelman, the alpha of their pack, that filled Vera with a sense of dread. He was Tall and imposing, with a commanding presence that seemed to intimidate those around him.
Damon exuded an aura of power and authority that was impossible to ignore. His piercing gaze swept over Vera, causing her to shrink back instinctively as she felt the weight of his scrutiny.
Mr Robert knows about the secret werewolf community in the town unlike other humans because his wife is a werewolf, and his daughter is Francesca the redhead and one of Victoria's friends.
"What are you doing coming to school this late? This is the second time this month you've been tardy," Mr. Downs chastised, his tone stern. "What is wrong with you?"
Before Vera could respond, Damon stepped forward, furrowing his in confusion. "You... You were the one running up the woods with your friends yesterday," he stated, sounding curious.
Vera's heart skipped a beat as she tried to make sense of Damon's words. She hadn't been in the woods yesterday. it must have been Victoria. "Oh, sorry, that must have been my sister you saw, I am not the one." Vera apologized, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Damon's frown deepened, and Vera hurriedly added, "We're identical twins. I promised I am not the one you saw."
Damon's gaze softened slightly as he processed Vera's explanation. "Ah, I see," he murmured in a thoughtful tone. "You do smell different."
Turning to Mr. Downs, Damon made a proposition. "Look, I will donate much more to both the science and arts programs if she gets off with just a warning," he offered, gesturing towards Vera, who was in total awe.
Vera couldn't believe that the almighty Alpha Damon pleaded on her case. She hadn't imagined such a day would happen. Someone would actually show her concern, not to mention Alpha. She was so happy. In fact that show of concern took away her eyes of pain.
Mr. Downs hesitated for a moment, weighing Damon's offer against the school's disciplinary policies. Finally, with a resigned sigh, he nodded. "Of course, Mr. Spelman," heapproved. "She can go."
As Vera made her way out of the hallway, a wave of relief washed over her, she couldn't help but steal a glance back at Damon. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Vera felt a flicker of gratitude towards him for his intervention. But Damon had already turned away, engrossed in conversation with Mr. Downs. With a sigh, Vera hurried off to clean her pants and return to class. While the memory of Damon's kindness lingered in her mind throughout the day.
"What's her name?" Damon inquired, his voice was low and authoritative.
Mr. Robert Downs glanced in the direction of Vera, who stood nervously a few feet away, although she was fidgeting but she was still cleaning up herself.
"Oh, her? That's Vera Fitzgerald," he replied, in a nonchalant manner. "Her father is Mr. George Fitzgerald. He was one of the people sent to apprehend your uncle Moses before he fled, you know...What he did"
Damon nodded, understanding the implications of Mr. Fitzgerald's involvement in the search for his uncle. His thoughts drifted briefly to Moses Spelman, his uncle and his hatred for him after killing his parents and making him and His little brother orphans at a young age.
"She mentioned a twin sister, do you know her?" Damon remarked, his interest piqued. He just suddenly felt the need to know about the girls.
Mr. Robert Downs nodded, with a hint of admiration in his voice. It was obvious he loves and favours Victoria more than vera. "Yes, Victoria. She's the jewel of her peers, quite an exceptional young lady. She's a star and shines at every given opportunity. And she's my daughter Francesca's best friend," he explained.
Damon absorbed this information, his mind racing with possibilities. There was more to the Fitzgerald twins than met the eye.
"Very well," Damon said in a decisive tone. "Shall we continue our discussion?"
Mr. Robert Downs nodded, gesturing for Damon to follow him back into his office. As they entered, Damon couldn't shudder the feeling that the meeting with Vera Fitzgerald wasn't just by chance.
"There's more about that girl," he thought to himself.