Chapter 13: Chapter 13 The Event
SOPHIA’S POV
Monday mornings at the elentary school were what I lived for. My wolf stretched lazily inside .
She felt relaxed for the first ti in days as I unpacked supplies in the nurse’s room. This place always cald .
Humans didn’t realize how much wolves responded to environnts. Peace made us peaceful. Noise made us restless.
The hallway buzzed with the kids’ voices. Kids running, teachers calling after them, lockers slamming.
I heard every sound with my werewolf sensitivity, but instead of overwhelming , it made
smile. I stepped out with my small dical kit and began making my rounds.
"Miss Sophia!" little Grace shouted, running up to
with two missing front teeth and pigtails bouncing as she moved. "Look! I lost another tooth!"
Her excitent felt like sunshine.
"That ans you’re practically a wolf warrior now," I teased, tapping her nose. She giggled and ran off again.
Another child tugged on my sleeve. "Miss Sophia, Jacob scraped his knee during morning playti!"
I knelt down. "Where is he?"
"He’s hiding because it ’hurts too much’," the little girl whispered dramatically.
I laughed and followed her to the playground. Jacob was behind the swings, holding his knee like he had survived a battlefield.
"Jacob," I said gently, "can I see?"
"No," he sniffled. "It’s bad."
"Well, lucky for you," I said, "I’m very good at fixing ’bad’ knees."
He let
clean and patch the scrape, wincing only a little.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You’re welco, sweetheart."
By noon, I had treated headaches, stomachaches, a sprained wrist, two loose teeth, and one dramatic ltdown from a boy who insisted that his missing pencil ant the world was ending.
It was a tiring but good day.
During lunch break, I was called to the principal’s office.
The principal, Mrs. Chelley, sat behind her desk with her glasses low on her nose.
"Sophia," she said warmly, "I have a favor to ask of you."
My wolf perked up. We were both curious.
"There’s a charity event happening this Friday," she explained. "So of the teachers are helping with logistics, and we’re short-staffed. Would you be willing to supervise a second-grade class temporarily during the event?"
I smiled. "Of course. I’d love to help."
She looked relieved. "Thank you. I knew I could count on you."
*
Friday ca quicker than I expected.
The school gym was transford into sothing bright and festive.
Banners hung from the walls. Tables were filled with art projects, little craft boxes shaped like hearts and stars.
Children wore matching shirts with the school’s logo, and parents ca in with excitent. I stood beside the second graders. My wolf was alert but comfortable as the kids moved around happily.
They tugged my sleeves and asked questions. So showed
their handmade decorations, and I giggled nonstop at how ridiculous but cute it was.
"Miss Sophia, does this look good?"
"Miss Sophia, can I add glitter?"
"Miss Sophia, he stole my ribbon!"
"Yes. Yes. Yes." I told all of them.
I cald fights, passed out supplies, tied ribbons, kept kids from eating glue, and answered endless questions. And yet, I enjoyed every minute.
Their voices were loud, but their hearts were pure. My wolf always softened around innocence.
When the performances began, I guided the children to their seats.
Everything was going smoothly.
Then one of the teachers tapped the microphone.
"Ladies and gentlen, before we continue, we would like to acknowledge the generous donor who funded today’s charity event. Please give a warm welco to-"
I didn’t hear the na imdiately.
Because the mont I turned to speak to another teacher, my wolf froze. Completely froze. My senses got stronger, as if the air had shifted. A familiar scent hit .
My heart stopped. I looked up.
Damien was standing on the stage.
His presence filled the entire room, even though he said nothing yet. His Alpha aura hit the crowd ...hard.
People straightened instantly. Even humans felt it without understanding why.
I couldn’t breathe for a mont.
Why was he here? What was he doing here of all places?
Our eyes t across the gym.
My wolf howled inside
in confusion and sothing dangerously close to longing. His expression didn’t shift, not even a bit, but his eyes locked on mine like he’d scented
the mont he walked in.
The children around
kept talking, tugging at my hands, but I couldn’t hear them anymore.
All I saw... was him.
And all he looked at... was .
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