I walked quietly down the halls. For being the size that I am my steps weren't loud, and on top of that I am 6'7, yeah I'm tall as fuck, Kinda hate it kinda love it.

I tower over people. I love being friends with people who are like 5'8, they're so fucking tiny it's cute in a weird way. Okay, love is a strong word, I don't love having friends, since I only have... like.. 4?

One thing about being tall that I hate, there's a lot of reasons actually, having to lean down when I shower, having to duck down when I walk into a classroom. I've hit my head so many times on door frames, it's not even funny.

None of those things were on my mind right now. The only thing that was on my mind was that Declan, Declan fucking Blackwood was my fucking mate. The one person I had wished it not the be.

I didn't get butterflies in my stomach, the world didn't stop when I looked at him, my heart wasn't hammering in my chest, not one of those things happened. And why? I have no fucking idea. Maybe it's because he's a demon?

Probably.

My dad, Isaac Villin, wasn't very fond of same-gender couples, okay no, he loathed them, he wanted every gay person dead. One of my close friends came out a couple of years back and my dad threatened to exile him from my pack. Jesus Christ it was hard to convince him to let her stay.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?" I mumbled, I pulled out my phone from my back pocket and called my mom.

"Honey? Why are you calling me while you should be in class?" My mum knew how much I hated school and how much I got into fights and that disappointed her a little, I wasn't really bothered by it though. Disappointing her, I mean. I was used to it. My dad told me I was a worthless piece of shit every fucking chance he got, I wouldn't really be that surprised if my mom actually hated me.

"Mum— I'm uh- can't— stressed"

"Honey, do not scare me like that again, I thought you were dying, you never call me. Take a deep breath, think about your grandmother, okay?"

Yeah, my grandmother, fuck I miss her. My grandmother and I had been close, really close, we were best friends, I could tell her literally anything. Once she found out what my dad had started saying to me, she almost beat his ass to a fucking pulp,

I'd never seen her so fucking angry. After she died, I lost myself, I didn't really know what to do, or who to trust. So, I didn't do anything, trusted no one. I don't trust my family, I don't trust my so-called friends either.

My mom knew she was the only one that could calm me down if I got stressed, because sooner or later that stress was going to turn into anger and I could accidentally beat someone to a pulp.

Keyword, accidentally.

"Okay.. I'm okay.. I think.."I whispered and my mother sighed out in relief.

"Good. I know you miss her honey but I wasn't your fault. None of it was okay? She's watching over you, remember that."My mom said. I knew she was just trying to get me to feel better, it wasn't really working. It never worked.

"Bye honey, go back to class"

To class? As if, I'm not going back to that fucking class. No fucking way. I would rather jump in a fucking pool of lava.

Something, or rather someone, touched my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin. Why do people sneak up on others? I turned around and was about to hit the person, when I realised it was that stupid fucker, Zach.

"Whoa dude calm down." Zach said and took a step back when Blake glared at him.

Zach was... well.. he was very wild. I still can't believe how much fucking energy he has. He's like a fucking monkey on a sugar high, every damn second of the day.

"What?" I growled out and Zach lifted his hands above his head. As if that was going to help him. I'm already mad at him for scaring the shit out of me.

"You- okay fine I'll just say it.. the rest of us have wanted to say this for a while anyways..." Zach started.

The fuck does he mean by the rest of us? The school? The pack? The fucking government? The fuck would the government want with me? I get it I'm hot but damn I didn't think someone from the government had the hots for me. I'm flattered, really, but fuck off.

"Who's the rest of us?"

"Me, Caleb, Mallory and Zander." Oh, those morons. Yes, I loved them, well if loved meant hating them with my entire being, then yes.

"We- we're just.. a little worried you know.. you've been acting.. more violent.. and I think.. you're.. not really.. suited to be alpha... You're aggressive towards everyone and you hit anyone who looks at you. It's- you're too violent, we've already talked to your parents and they sai-"

"You what?!" I've become more violent, yeah, but I can't fucking help it. I'm pack alpha, I can't control my temper, but I don't go around hitting people.

An alpha is supposed to be violent, towards people who aren't apart of the pack. I haven't hit anyone from the fucking pack, just helpless humans who piss me off.

I stepped closer to Zach, easily towering over him. I narrowed my eyes at him expecting him to back down since he was challenging me as alpha.

"It's- it's true Blake! You're too fucking violent!" Zach said, not taking a step back even if I could tell he wanted to.

You talked to my parents without telling me. You talked to them about how you think I'm not suited to be alpha. You don't know how alpha business works. If I was weak and kinder do you think I would make a good alpha? Yes, I would. Being a good alpha has nothing to do with how you act. One of the many things an alpha is responsible for is their packs safety. Do you know why I'm violent? Do you think I hit people because it's fun? I can't fucking help it alright? You haven't known me my whole life, you don't know what kind of problems I have. You became a member of the pack two years ago. Two fucking years and now you think you know what's best for me? You? You practically don't know anything about me" I growled and shoved Zach back against the lockers.

When I was younger, I had been repeatedly beaten and kicked down from older members off the pack. I had been used as a punching bag for pack members. I don't know why, nor did I want to know why. I'd never been able to control my temper. I've actually never been able to control any of my emotions. Nowadays I was able to control everything except for anger.

"You're not ready" Zach whispered. I could tell he regretted it when he looked me in the eyes. I knew that look, he was scared. He was scared of me because he saw my eyes. I knew they were glowing, it wasn't my fault I wanted to rip Zach's throat out and watch him bleed to death. It would feel really fucking nice to just smash his head against the locker til he blacks out, out of blood loss or something.

I growled low in my throat and grabbed the back of his head and was about to smash his head against the locker when someone shouted from behind me.

"Stop!" I turned around and saw Mallory, my friend since childhood, running towards us.

"Don't kill him! I told Zach and the other guys that this was a bad idea and that you were an amazing alpha already, for only being alpha of the pack for 5 months, but they didn't listen to me when I told them you'd be angry as fuck." She breathed out in relief when she looked me in my eyes.

"We.. they didn't tell your parents! I told them I would beat their asses if they did so they didn't tell them." I saw Mallory relax when I smiled faintly at her. She knew it wasn't real, but she also knew I wasn't that angry anymore.

Okay, I was angry, angry as fuck but I had to somehow convince her I was not angry at them anymore.

"I'm supposed to be a fucking werewolf why am I so out of breath?"

"Werewolf or not you're pretty out of shape.."

"Shut up before I skin you alive Zach!" Mallory screamed and Zach started running away from us with Mallory right behind him.

Jesus Christ, I'm friends with a bunch of 5 year old's.