Charlie carried our tray to an empty table, then he darted off to get his own food. Molly pulled out a chair for me and motioned for me to sit. In a daze, I sat down next to her, still trying to remember the instructions during assembly.
I didn't remember anyone mentioning anything about not being allowed to change forms during the full moon event. But even I knew in the werewolf world, being a 'traitor' was by far the worst crime one could commit. It meant one had turned their back against its pack. It was even worse than being a 'murderer' or an 'adulterer'.
Did Aiden even know what he had done? I wondered. Then a nasty little voice inside my head chimed, "Of course he knew." Then the question now becomes why did he do it? If he already knew it was a violation of the rules then why did he take the risk?
My head was hurting from trying to unravel everything. I stabbed my fork into the stack of pancakes mindlessly, hoping that Aiden would be able to get through this unscathed.
Suddenly, Molly started to tug the side of my sleeve trying to get my attention.
I looked at her confused.
"Theo is here." She whispered, her big eyes staring at the door.
I glanced over. Theo was standing by the entrance of the cafeteria scanning around for something. He caught my eyes and the dark sullen expression on his face instantly lifted, he kind of grinned a little, and he started marching over in our direction in big confident strides.
I was not in the mood for Theo's shenanigans today. Part of me wanted to throw my tray on his face and scream for him to go away. So I continued to give him deathly glares as if daring him not to step any closer.
He obviously didn't pick up the hatred in my eyes, or if he did, he had chosen to ignore it because he carried on walking until he got to us. Stopping in front of our table, he looked at me and said, "I believe you have something that belongs to me."
"I highly doubt it," I said through gritted teeth. That was the truth. Last night Kendra made off with his tie and ball as well as my journal.
He frowned. I could see dark clouds forming between his eyebrows. He was ready to blow his top any moment now.
"What did you do with my stuff?" His voice raised a little, drawing the attention of people from nearby tables.
I turned my face away. Honestly, I really couldn't be bothered with him any longer. I had been worried sick about Aiden, so much so I could barely stomach anything and here was this idiot standing there in front of me going on and on about his stupid stuff. I mean, who even cares?!
Theo McAllister was not used to people giving him the cold shoulder. When he showed up to places, people rolled out the red carpet for him, they showered him with their attention and praises. He was the only heir to the McAllister fortune, he was a force to be reckoned with. Who did she think she was talking to him like that? He felt anger bubbling up like hot molten lava inside a volcano that was about to erupt.
He grabbed my chin roughly and lifted up my face to his.
I recoiled instantly as if I had just been bitten by a snake, but he continued to hold onto my face in a tight vice grip and I started thrashing my head around like a madwoman in order to escape. He showed no signs of letting go and the pain from his grip was making my eyes water.
I stopped struggling and glowered at him. He loosened his grip slightly but still strong enough to stop me from getting away. His dark eyes travelled around my face as if he was inspecting some sort of a precious artefact. He looked pleased for a second until his eyes landed on the fresh scar on my cheek and his eyes darkened.
"Who did this to you?" He demanded, looking like he was ready to kill someone.
I stared at him with disbelief. It was your little girlfriend! I wanted to say, but my face was currently being squashed out like a pufferfish.
"I'll make them pay." He said. His voice was low but I could tell the seriousness from his tone. He truly meant it. Then he used his thumb to gently caress the pinkish scar on my face.
I felt all the small hairs on the back of my neck stood up and immediately I pushed him away with both of my hands. He must've not seen it coming because he staggered back a few steps and looked at me confused like he wasn't too sure what had just happened, or what had come over him and possess him to do what he had just done.
"Kendra did this to me last night." I said, pointing at the scar on my face. "She also took your tie and ball too after she attacked me, hence why I don't have it."
We'll see if you're still going to make them pay now that you know who it is.
He frowned.
I could see his hesitation. He probably didn't believe me, or rather, he didn't want to believe me.
I gave him a cold laugh. "Ask her if you don't believe me. But don't worry, I didn't think you'd carry out your words anyway."
When those words came out of my mouth, I wasn't trying to belittle him, nor was I trying to challenge him. It was just what I believed. I didn't think he would risk falling out with Kendra just because of me. Simple as.
Werewolves were fiercely loyal creatures, especially when it comes down to their mates. They were probably the most protective and loving companions you could ever find. They believed in one to one, they would never forsake their mate, it really was well and truly 'til death do us part'.