Lila’s POV
“What is wrong with you?” I asked as I followed Matty out of the art room.
The class had ended, and he was one of the last students to lead the room. He looked at me with an expressionless face; actually, he looked more bored than anything. This only made me angrier.
How immature could he be?
“I don’t think I know what you are talking about,” he said, folding his arms across his chest.
“You know exactly what I am talking about,” I said, lowering my tone as more students roamed through the halls. “You drew a picture of me on fire. That was incredibly immature of you. I didn’t do anything to you.”
“You’re existing,” he muttered. “That’s enough for me.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“I already told you,” he answered narrowing his eyes at me.
“Just because I’m a Volana doesn’t make me less than you,” I told him in return. “I’m still me and you might enjoy getting to know me if—”
“No thanks,” he said, interrupting me.
I pressed my lips firmly together as he turned away from me. He was about to walk away, but I would be damned if let the conversation end like this. So, I grabbed onto his arm, holding onto him firmly.
He froze, staring at me with wide eyes as he looked down at my hand.
“Let go of—”
“I’m not letting this conversation end like this,” I said through my teeth. “You need to start treating me with respect. I gave you no reason to hate me. You don’t need to like me, but you aren’t going to treat me like this.”
He pulled his arm out of my grasp, nearly knocking me down in the process.
“Don’t touch me,” he muttered, but he didn’t turn away again. He straightened his shirt and rubbed his arm from where I grabbed him.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you… sometimes I don’t know my own strength.”
“You didn’t hurt me,” he shot back defensively. “Just took me by surprise. How’d you get so strong?”
“I trained my entire life with my father and gammas,” I answered.
“Who’s your father?”
“Bastien…” I answered.
“Wait, your father is Alpha Bastien?!” He gasped. “The head of the Alpha Committee??”
“That’s him,” I said with a head nod. It wasn’t surprising that even those in Monstro knew of my father.
“Holy shit… he’s a legend around here,” Matty went on to say. “I had no idea you were his daughter.”
“Have you met him?” I asked, raising my brows.
“I wish,” he said with a light laugh, rubbing his hand behind his neck almost sheepishly. The attitude had melted off his face entirely and now he was practically fanboying over my father. “But we learned about him and his Luna and I did a whole report on him once.”
“So, you would know that his Luna, my mother, is also a Volana wolf. The same kind you claim to hate,” I said, keeping my eyes locked on his.
He fell silent as my words processed in his mind.
“Maybe not all Volanas are bad,” he said with a shrug. “Luna Selene seemed pretty cool and in control of her abilities. Unlike some other Volanas, I might know.”
Things were starting to make sense; he knew other Volanas that weren’t so good. Or in control of themselves. He thought we were all like that.
Wait.
What other Volanas did he know?
The only Volanas I knew of were my mother and myself. Of course, I knew others were out there, but I never actually met them. Our kind was so rare that I never really expected to run into them on the streets.
“There are other Volanas around here?” I found myself asking.
“Where I grew up there were a couple; they were assholes,” he muttered.
“Well, we aren’t all like that,” I said, folding my arms across my chest.
He was about to say something else until Em appeared.
“Oh hey, Matty; hey, Lila,” she said, approaching. “What are you two talking about?”
I went to answer, but Matty spoke first.
“I was just inviting Lila to the party tonight,” he said with a smirk.
I rose my brows at him.
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