Moon's POV
I sighed as the breeze fanned my face. The trees flew past in a blue blur as we drove down the coast. The sunset on the horizon was beautiful and I inhaled the fresh air. I didn't have many chances to travel, growing up in the Clover pack. All in knew was the woods, and the pack house.
I'd lived a sheltered life growing up, with Mom and Dad barely letting me out of their sights]. So, it was a bit suspicious that they were okay with shipping me off to a school on the other side of the country.
I had so many questions; how did they get me admitted into the most prestigious school in the country? Why were they suddenly okay with me living away from them? I pulled away from the window, my eyes meeting Mom's through the rearview mirror.
"Are you excited?" she asked.
I tried not to roll my eyes.
Excited?
If I could, I'd jump out the window and run back home, where it was somewhat safe. The last thing I wanted was to be away from people I love. I paused, my mind going to Will.
I like you, Moon.
I shook my head, trying to get rid of the thought. It was almost ridiculous, the idea of liking him. There were so many reasons why I knew we wouldn't work.
First, Will was a werewolf, which meant one day, he'd meet his mate. The one the moon goddess had destined to be with him for eternity. The wolf bond was something I'd always been envious of.
I knew how powerful the bond was, and knew better than to fight against it. It was why my parents still looked at each other with love, and longing. They were perfect for each other. The moon goddess was never wrong.
I wasn't Will's mate, which meant we were never meant to be. It wasn't part of our destinies. There was no fighting our fates.
"You okay there?" Dad asked, peering at me through the mirror.
I sighed, fiddling with my fingers. "Not really."
Mom turned to look at me. "You're gonna fit right in, sweetie."
"Because it's a school for freaks?" I snapped.
They shared guilty looks, and I looked away.
"You're not a freak, sweetheart," Dad said.
I scoffed. "I see the way both of you look at me sometimes."
Mom paused, eyes shaking. "What are you talking about?"
"The hushed whispers, the shifty eyes whenever you see me," I shook my head, and sighed.
"I might not have wolf hearing, but I'm not blind," I said.
Mom reached for my hand and gently patted it. "This is a great school. You'll fit right in."
I grabbed the flyer beside me, and waved it in her face. "It's filled with the snobbiest and haughtiest supernaturals in the country."
I dropped the piece of paper, rolling my eyes. "Yeah, I'll fit right in."
"But you haven't even gotten to know them," Dad chipped in.
"Sure dad. I'm sure they'll kindly welcome a country non-wolf," I scoffed.
"Hey, you're a late bloomer," Mom said.
I was tired of hearing that. I was most things, but I was not a liar. The worse kind of lies were the ones told to oneself. Late bloomers heard their wolves at 17, not 18. I'd accepted the fact that I might not be a wolf after all.
"Which is why you need to go there," Mom said, and touched my chest. "So, you can find out who you are."
"Sure," I drawled.
Dad touched her hand gently, and shook his head. Mom sighed and turned away, holding her stomach. I followed her movements, and peered at her.
"Are you sending me away because of your pup?" I asked softly.
The car screeched to a stop, and I barely stopped my head from hitting the driver's seat.
"Are you okay?" Dad asked, holding onto Mom.
She nodded gently, clutching her stomach, and Dad turned to me.
"No! Why would you say that?" he asked.
My gaze fell on Mom's stomach once more and I looked away. While I was happy for them that they were expecting a pup, I couldn't help but feel they were abandoning me, just like my real parents.
"You'll always be our pup, Moon," Mom said.
"Really?" I asked, sniffing loudly as I tried not to cry.
"We would never abandon you," she said.
"Okay, how do you always do that?" I asked.
She chuckled, caressing my face. "You're my pup. I know what's going on in that little mind of yours."
Dad grabbed my hand. "This pup doesn't take away the fact that you are ours too."
I peered at him, staring right into his soul. "You promise?"
He took of his seat belt, and held my head, bringing our foreheads together like we always did, anytime one of us made a promise.
"I promise."
I felt much better. My doubts were slowly starting to subside, but there were still some questions I needed to be answered.
"How did you get me admitted into Supernaturals' High?" I asked.
Dad wore his seat belt quickly and cleared his throat, while Mom looked out the window.
I leaned forward, resting on the driver's seat. "Are we rich or something?"
They exchanged glances.
"You could say that," Dad said.
I could always tell when he was lying, so I knew that was bullshit. The pack could only afford a car, which was rotated amongst the wolves anytime we needed to pick up supplies in the neighboring town.
The pack house was run down, with so many leaks and mold. We could barely afford to pay our bills. I pulled back, and folded my arms. I didn't know why they were lying but I wanted to get to the bottom of it. The more they kept lying, the more I wanted to find out what it was they were hiding.
We drove in silence for the next few minutes, and my jaw dropped when the school came into view. I put my head outside the window, taking the magnificent building all in, a towering castle of glass and ivy.
"Woah," I said.
The gate opened slowly, as we drove in. Students walked by in their uniforms, a wine jacket and grey skirt and pants, as they talked amongst themselves. I stared at a group of people clustered around a tree, watching a book float in the air.
One of them brought out fire out of air, and I saw one shapeshift into a snake. My jaw dropped at the sight and I kicked Dad's seat.
"Dad, are you seeing this?" I asked.
"Witches," Mom said.
"Come on," Dad said as he turned off the engine.
I alighted the car, and inhaled deeply. Dad brought out my suitcases, as I looked around. My gaze stopped at a couple, seated beside a fountain, kissing. My cheeks flushed as I stared at them, wondering how they could kiss like that in public.
The guy pushed her hair away and nibbled on her neck. I gasped loudly when he brought out his fangs and bit her neck.
"Vampire," I said.
"Be careful of those," Mom said, shaking her head in disapproval.
A girl walked over to me, and paused. She took a look at the car, and her smile dropped. I folded my arms and stared at her. Sure, the car could use a little paint, and reconstruction, but how dare she look at it in distain?
She met my gaze and smiled awkwardly.
"Welcome to Supernaturals' High," she said.
More like welcome to hell.