Brittney's voice rang out, filled with anger and determination.

  "So you're the one who messed up our paintings, huh?" she retorted, her eyes locking onto the girl's face.

  Giselle's mocking voice filled the air as she spoke up, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, indeed, chunkster. Consider this your first and only warning."

  "What exactly is your problem with us?" Nina inquired, her eyes fixed on the smirking girl.

  Giselle's gaze shifted to me, and her words dripped with disdain as she spoke. "It's clear why I have an issue with you."

  Frustration welled up within me as Giselle's words settled in.

  "What have I ever done to her?" I muttered to myself, my thoughts racing. "If anything, it should be me who's furious at her. She's the one who stole my boyfriend, after all."

  Giselle's mocking tone grew even more biting as she zeroed in on me.

  "You, in particular, Kate, are a complete pain. The way you glare at me pisses me off. You think I'm the one responsible for messing things up with your little boyfriend, huh? Well, let me set the record straight - I didn't wreck anything. You two just can't keep your relationship together," Giselle spat out, her voice dripping with disdain.

  Brittney's voice grew fiercer as she addressed Giselle. "You ruined our project by refusing to admit that you were flirting with Felix. You created all this mess."

  Giselle's mockery intensified as she taunted me more overtly, "You're a weakling as a wolf, unfit to be Luna. Your appearance means nothing when your character stinks."

  "Hey! You've gone too far," I hissed, my eyes narrowing in anger. "You have no right to speak to me like that. I may be quiet, but I'm far stronger than you give me credit for."

  Giselle’s mocking tone returned as she continued her barrage of insults, "Seriously? You think those awful paintings deserve a spot in the lobby? Fancy brushes can't cover up for a lack of talent. Maybe you should consider taking an art class or two, because your masterpieces are downright abysmal."

  "You know what? I've had enough of your petty games. If you don't stop now, I'll go straight to the principal and report everything you've done." Brittney's voice grew colder and more commanding as she addressed Giselle, her words laced with a deadly threat.

  "Ha! Go ahead and tell the principal. Do you really think she'll listen to a bunch of little art nerds? You think she'll care about a few missing brushes and some defaced paintings? Pfft, you're delusional," Giselle mocked, her voice dripping with confidence.

  In the midst of their heated exchange, I suddenly felt a potent pheromone scent wash over me, right there in that moment.

  My inner wolf stirred within me, its smirk growing wider as it whispered to my mind, "Mate, I sense it - my Mate."

  Without warning, she lunged forward and hurled another barrage of insults at me.

  "Hmph, look at you, standing there like a clueless idiot," she sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "You're even dumber than you look."

  My inner wolf, Kitty, grew agitated and urged me to retaliate.

  "Come on," the voice within me whispered. "Just smack that infuriating wolf. I'll take care of the rest."

  Before I could act on Kitty's request, a deep baritone voice echoed out, cutting off our exchange. "Knock it off, Giselle," the baritone voice commanded, its stern tone brooking no argument. "Stop picking on the others. You've already crossed the line. Enough is enough."

  My inner wolf's excitement spiked, its voice surging within me. "Mate, the scent is overwhelming! Look, here he comes!"

  I tried to contain my inner wolf's enthusiasm as the handsome senior made his appearance, accompanied by our homeroom teacher. The scent that wafted off his presence was indeed powerful, sending my inner wolf into a state of near ecstasy.

  Giselle's voice faltered as she feigned innocence, her eyes widening in a mock display of surprise.

  "Senior Terrence?" she repeated, her tone almost syrupy. "You startled me. I didn't know you were there."

  "What exactly are you up to here? Are you giving these kids a hard time?" The man's voice cut through the air like a knife, his tone growing frosty as he confronted Giselle.

  "Ah, it was just a simple misunderstanding. I accused them of taking my painting brush, that's all," she explained, her voice dripping with feigned innocence.

  Terrence's eyes narrowed as he listened to Giselle's explanation, his expression one of skepticism. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, betraying his disbelief.

  "Hmph, is that so?" he muttered disdainfully, his tone suggesting that he didn't buy her story for a moment.

  "I'm telling the truth! Ask my friends if you don't believe me," she exclaimed, her tone dripping with false sincerity.

  "Alright, sure," he agreed. "Let's ask your friends then. I'm sure they've got your back." His tone was laced with subtle mockery, as if daring her to prove her innocence.

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  "Oh Moon Goddess, he's like a divine authority figure. His presence is so commanding, it's almost intoxicating." Kitty's voice took on a dramatic tone within my mind, her admiration for Senior Terrence growing even stronger.

  I pushed Giselle from my thoughts, noticing the genuine fear etched on her face as Terrence continued to assert his authority.

  With a sigh, I refocused my attention on the task at hand, turning back to my chaotic routine and preparing for my upcoming painting projects.

  As I attempted to focus on my painting tasks, my thoughts kept straying back to Senior Terrence. No matter how intently I tried to block him from my mind, his image persisted in the back of my mind, refusing to be ignored.

  The more I tried to push him out, the more insistently his presence remained, a constant distraction in the midst of my hectic routine.

  Terrence, a prominent figure in Miracle Academy High School, is the son of the school's owner, a big shot within the Scarlet Moon pack. As the top-rated school in Vadawolf, Miracle Academy has unparalleled status and the most distinguished accreditation.

  The rumors swirling around Senior Terrence paint him as the epitome of man: strong, drop-dead gorgeous, sizzling hot, and oozing wealth.

  But whispers also circulate about his Alpha persona hinting at a slightly tougher edge, a wolfish charm with a dash of dominance.

  Terrence spoke up, his voice cutting through the group. "Just leave the painting here, I'll take care of Giselle."

  Nina's unease was obvious as she responded to Senior Terrence's offer of help. "I don't know, Terrence... We can handle this ourselves, right?" she glanced at me and Brittney, searching for support.

  "Don't worry, I'm not here to take over," Terrence reassured us. "I just want to ensure that Giselle understands her actions have consequences. Let me handle it, okay?"

  "But—"

  "I insist. I'll handle Giselle," he stated with conviction. His wiser side showing with his firm yet reassuring tone. "You don't have to carry those canvases all the way home. Let me deal with this."

  ***

  After finishing one of our paintings, I hastily hurried to the nearest bathroom to clean up. My hands, stained with watercolors, and my paint-splattered apron were in dire need of a wash. The clock had just struck three in the afternoon when I made a beeline for the bathroom, desperate to freshen up. I walked out of the bathroom and accidentally found myself trailing behind Felix and Christopher Bang. My pace slowed as I maintained a careful distance from Felix, making sure he remained unaware of my presence.

  I listened in stealthily as their conversation continued, my attention immediately drawn to the mention of my name. Christopher Bang queried Felix about our tumultuous breakup, and Felix's response made my stomach clench with a pang of hurt.

  With a casual shrug, he stated that I was not the Omega he envisioned as his Luna, implying that I didn't meet his standards.

  Felix's words, declaring me to be weak and difficult to read, weighed on my mind like a heavy stone. My brow furrowed in thought, the truth of his statement stinging more deeply than I would have liked to admit. Do others share his view of me? Do they see me as weak too?

  The weight of his words and the implication of my own potential insufficiencies tugged at my heart, leaving me feeling small and vulnerable.

  Frustration and pain welled up within me as I questioned my own worthiness.

  "Don't I deserve to be Luna?" My mind whirled with self-doubt.

  "I'm not perfect," I thought, acknowledging my shortcomings.

  Growing up in an incomplete family had left me feeling less than adequate, and I understood all too well that Felix wouldn't ever appreciate me the way I longed to be.

  Deep down, I secretly yearned for someone else, someone who might see beyond the flaws and still deem me deserving of their love.

  The weight of my emotional turmoil was almost unbearable.

  "Is anyone out there willing to accept me, with my years of mental struggle, my missing father figure, and even my strong potential as a Luna?"

  I wondered, my heart aching with raw vulnerability. I had shed so many tears already – I refused to cry again.

  I didn't want to show weakness or appear whiny over my romantic troubles. Felix had rejected me because I wasn't fit to be his Luna – the truth stung me deeply, but I had accepted it.

  I decided to head home early and seek solace in the forest, allowing my wolf to take the reins – a pure white creature with sapphire blue eyes, whom I affectionately call Kitty.

  Taking deep breaths, I prepared to allow my wolf Kitty to run freely, letting her energy and presence wash over me. After we've had our time in the forest, I would head home to take a soothing warm bath before retiring for the evening.

  The housing area for the special jungle power pack was situated near a unique forest and conveniently close to Elder James's lodgings.

  Vadawolf was known for its numerous unique forests specifically designed for wolves to roam. However, as I emerged from the woods, my clothes torn and disheveled, I doubted anyone had witnessed my ragged state.

  I straightened up as my mom entered the room, her worried gaze fixated on me.

  "Sweetheart..." she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern as she rushed to my side and gently tidied my disheveled hair.

  "What happened to you, sweetheart?" she asked, her eyes scanning my torn clothing. "Why are your clothes all torn up? Were you in a fight?"

  "I assure you, it's not what you think," I insisted, trying to reassure her. However, my mom's doubts remained, and she pressed further.

  "Are you fighting with Giselle again?" she inquired, her worry growing.

  "I wasn't fighting with anyone, Mom. I just took a walk in the forest to clear my head and let my wolf out for a bit. It helped me release some of the pent-up emotions I've been feeling lately," I explained, hoping she would understand.

  My mom's eyes softened as I shared my thoughts, and she immediately wrapped her arms around me in a gentle embrace.

  "I understand how you feel, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice filled with empathy.

  "I'm sorry for always making you worry, Mom," I said, my voice filled with regret.

  My mom smiled gently at my apology, her reassuring words offering comfort.

  "It's okay, sweetheart, don't worry about it," she said before adding, "How about you take a warm bath, and I'll prepare some chocolate milk and your favourite delicious food?"

  Following my mom's suggestion, I made my way upstairs to my room, where I indulged in a relaxing warm bath.

  Once I was done, I changed into a cozy nightgown and joined my mom for a quick dinner, barely engaging in conversation since I wasn't in the mood to talk. Afterwards, I retreated back to my room and retreated to bed for the night.

  I couldn't let myself wallow in sadness forever. I needed to shift my focus and find a way to improve my mental state.

  I decided that next week, I would ask my mom to arrange for me to see a therapist.

  The recent challenges and setbacks had taken their toll on my mental wellbeing, and I knew it was time to seek professional help.

  The emotional rollercoaster I was on was almost unbearable. Love had a way of playing havoc with your heart, leaving me feeling out of control.

  It was my mom who had endured betrayal at the hands of my dad, and now Felix had rejected me because of Giselle's influence.

  I felt frustrated and overwhelmed by the situation, as if life was playing a cruel joke on me. My thoughts swirled in a whirlwind of confusion and worry.

  "Who knows what's going to happen next?" I wondered, my heart heavy. Could the Moon Goddess possibly intervene in my chaotic destiny?