Hailee’s POV
"Please stop!" I yelled again, louder this time, but they didn’t listen.
Callum and Nathan were fighting like wild animals, punching and growling, their bodies already starting to change. Their wolves were close to coming out. Their eyes glowed, and their muscles tensed like they were about to shift right there in front of everyone.
Students gathered around, watching in shock. No one dared to move.
I backed away, trembling. If they shifted here, in front of everyone—it wouldn’t just be a fight. It would be a bloodbath. And I would be blamed. I was the omega. The scapegoat. The one who was supposed to be invisible, not the cause of an Alpha brawl.
Do something, my mind screamed. Anything.
And so I did something incredibly, incredibly stupid.
I threw myself between them.
"Stop it!" I screamed, pushing against whoever I could reach first, my small hands useless against the brute strength of two half-shifted Alpha heirs.
But they didn’t stop. A fist—meant for Callum, or maybe Nathan, I couldn’t tell anymore—slammed into my head.
Pain shot through my skull, and everything went blurry. The world spun. My knees gave out, and I dropped to the ground. Voices turned into echoes. Faces became shadows.
And then—
Everything went black.
••••••
Voices were yelling around me. Everything sounded far away and loud at the same time. It made my head hurt badly.
"It was you who hit her!" Nathan’s familiar voice sounded.
"If anything happens to her, I’ll kill you and send your dead body back to your pack!"
"I didn’t hit her, you idiot!" A voice I assumed was Callum shouted back. "It was your elbow!"
"Liar! I stopped as soon as she stepped in! You were the one swinging like a madman!"
They were arguing loudly, and my head was spinning badly.
Then I heard a sound—fast footsteps. Someone said, "She’s awake."
I groaned a little. Everything was too bright. My head pounded.
"Hailee?" Callum’s voice was closer now, softer. "Can you hear me?"
I blinked and slowly opened my eyes. I was lying on a bed in the school clinic. The lights above me were harsh and white.
I turned my head a little and saw Callum on one side of the bed and Nathan on the other. Both of them looked worried and angry.
Callum’s lip was healed. Nathan’s fists were still clenched.
"What... happened?" I asked, my voice rough.
"You stepped between us," Nathan said quietly.
"You got hurt because he threw a punch," Callum added.
"I did not!" Nathan snapped.
"Just man up to your act!" Callum shouted.
"Stop..." I groaned. "My head hurts. Don’t yell."
They both shut up.
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