"All students report to the auditorium, I repeat all

students," the school announcement blared through the

speakers as the students scrambled their way through the

halls, heading towards the gymnasium which the sch0ol

used as their auditorium.

"Lily c'mon! We have to go there now," I giggled as she

made a face at me tugging me back towards her.

"No, Elina! Its a trap! They're going to suck out our brains,

and steal our knowledge!" Lily cried in fake worry as she

hugged my arm and leaned into me.

"Knowledge? That's a pretty big word for you, isn't it

Lily?" I teased as she rolled her eyes and started walking

with me down the hall.

"Sorry, not everyone can be a whiz at maths," she

mumbled as I slapped her arm.

"Hey! Werewolves are supposed to get numbers, it just

comes naturally!"

After giving me one last look, Lily and I giggled as we

walked up to the main doors of the gymnasium. Just as

I was going to reach out to pull the door, to our utter

shock, it swung open and revealed a very angry looking

Ms Mavel

"Oh! What a surprise, Elina and Lily. And why are you

two young ladies wondering around the halls when you

should be in there?" She said gesturing towards the room

that the now open double doors displayed. Her eyes were

narrowed and her white messy hair was more disheveled

than ever as various strands escaped her tight bun.

"Ms Mavel!l" Lily said smiling widely, "-you see, I seem to

have the stomach bug and Elina over here was simply

helping me return from the nurses office," Lily lied

smoothly as she gave me a grateful smile and softly

patted my head to add to her little act of innocence.

However Ms Mavel wasn't believing a word Lily was

saying as she stared at her with a blank look.

"Werewolves don't get the stomach bug Lily," the old

woman deadpanned as she began to tap her foot onto the

floor repeatedly in impatience.

"What? Werewolf?" I asked in astonishment, "-who said

anything about Lily being a Werewolf? No, shes the

daughter of satan and something went wrong with her

birth.

You see, her mum was half fertile so shes not

exactly a Werewolf,"I paused, my lips in a thin line as I

looked up at Ms Mavel who was looking back at me with

wide eyes.

"So like I was saying. I've got the stomach bug." Lily

finished unfazed.

Ms Mavel seemed to freeze for a second. She carefully

and cautiously eyed Lily before her eyes slowly trailed

back to mine.

"I don't have time for this!" She suddenly said, "-just, get

in there! Now!" Ms Mavel said raising her voice.

Once she spun around and her back was successfully

facing us, I turned my head towards Lily and shared a

smirk with her that said; 'Yes! No detention!"

We quietly made our way inside and stood behind the

mob of students who jumped up and down in excitement.

It was clear everyone in here wanted to be chosen. To bad

the school would only pick one student who'd be sent to

the official Werewolf Committee. Rarely anyone gets to

meet or even see the high class society of wolves.

Only if your born in a family of wealth or lucky enough to be

chosen to go on a scholarship to graduate on your last

year. Its like their own parliament.

"We all know why we are gathered here today," the

principal spoke into the microphone as he fixed up his

tie, and cleared his throat.

"The student we have chosen this year has all the

qualities the Werewolf Committee is looking for.

Confidence," he said looking around as the crowd fiddled

nervously with their fingers while Lily and I snickered at

them.

"Academic," he said glancing down at the notes in his

hands.

"Athletic,"

"Who do you think it'll be?" Lily whispered as she kept

her eyes glued to the principal to avoid making it obvious

she was whispering to me.

"T'm thinking Ashley," I said looking at Ashley who stood

up straight as she played with her blonde hair looking as

confident as ever.

"Ambitious,"

"And last but not least, compassionate."

Once the principal finished listing this years qualities, the

crowds buzz awoke and everyone rubbed their hands

together in anticipation as they gave each other wistful

looks.

"And the person who will be leaving tonight as Constant

High's Scholarship graduate is," he paused, looking

around the crowd. His eyes suddenly found mine and he

held eye contact. My eyebrows immediately raised.

"Elina Weitzel."