When We Were Mates (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Luna Demetra.

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The only reason I’m lying under this duvet at 7pm, thinking about my life choices is because Mascot… whatever it actually is got postponed. I came back to the dorm after the world’s most chaotic first class, climbed into bed, and have been staring at the ceiling ever since.

I did look Wolf Arts…Mascot though.

That was a mistake.

I found a Wolf Arts Camp post going back to 2017 and I read through the screenshots. The videos. The way people make memes out of you. Now, all I have is the growing dread of someone who has made an irreversible decision and is only now understanding the full scope of it.

Like Cassie said, you get tested to see if the class fits you. And it’s only tested by the actual wolves in Dragon Class. Or Panther Class. They come right at you in a fight that’s supposed to last five minutes. If you’re down on the ground in five minutes? You’re going straight to being demoted.

For Panther Class, it’s the same and if they get you down, same outcome until you get to Fox class.

I put the iPad face down on the bed.

I cannot be the center of a meme. I genuinely cannot. And beyond the embarrassment…which would be significant and lasting. I think about Emris seeing it. About what his face would do. He’d be angry first, then he’d be on his way here, and the four months of anonymity collapses in a single social media moment.

But that’s not even the deepest part of what’s sitting heavy on my chest right now.

The deepest part is this I am mated to one of the most powerful wolves alive. My father is an Alpha. My brother runs a pack. And my own body has given me…what? An omega wolf that won’t bring her claws out on command. How can I be an Alpha’s daughter, but the Alpha blood in me serves no purpose?

One day, Amira is going to become leader of the pack. I don’t want her to see that her mother was less of a warrior. I want her to know that she comes from a long line of powerful people. Not a Luna who waits for others to save her.

As of now, Mascot has been postponed. So I’m just here, drowning in my sorrow after lying to Emris that I’m taking a nap.

“Hello?”

Wren appears in the doorway.

“Hi. Come in.”

I sit up immediately, because I’m genuinely glad she’s here. I gave her my room number….turns out we’re just a few doors apart in the same corridor. Lolly is actually not in the dorm at the moment. She’s somewhere getting a tour of Rockville, which is something I was supposed to do if I had a perfect first day.

“Don’t beat yourself up.” Wren sits on the edge of my bed. “It’s always rough on the first day.

My phone buzzes. I turn it over just enough to see the Emris‘ name on the screen.

“Just my brother,” I say.

I feel kinda barl lying to Wren. She looks so innocent and kind. Big eyes behind crooked glasses. A smile that’s always apologetic. I wish I could tell her the truth. But then she’d wonder why an Alpha’s daughter doesn’t have any scary traits as a werewolf So. Brother. We’re going with brother.

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“Oh, well.” Wren tucks her legs under her. “I’m from the Moonbeam Pack. What pack are you from?”

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“The Lion Pride?” It comes out slightly like a question and I make a note to work on that.

Her eyes go wide. “That’s a fantastic pack.”

“Yeah.” I smile. “It is…hey, has Cassie ever actually hurt someone? From the Dragon Class testing… what does it actually look like when they come at a new student?”

Wren takes her glasses off.

She holds them in her hands and looks at me directly.

“Bloody.”

“Oh oh.”

“Cassie is from the Neon Pack. They train in martial arts from childhood. Last semester there was a girl. New student, really beautiful, getting a lot of attention, heading for Dragon Class placement. Cassie went after her in Mascot and slashed her so deep that the girl left Wolf Arts completely.” Wren squeezes her face slightly, like she’s seeing the scene again. “She had to go to Turkey for a specialist surgery because she didn’t want the wound to heal haggardly.”

I frown. “Why would it heal haggardly?”

“Cassie’s claws.” Wren squeezes her face tighter. “They don’t just cut. They pull skin and make it a mess.”

I sit with that for a moment.

“That’s horrible.”

“Yeah. And goes after pretty girls…I think she wants to be the only pretty girl in Dragon class-”

“Oh moons!” I bite my lip. “But why is she after you though? Did she threaten to do that to you?”

“Um. I spilled coffee on her. Second year, first semester. And since then, she makes my life a living hell.”

“That’s horrible. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Wren smiles. “Honestly, I thought you had something crazy up your sleeves. Especially when you stood up to Axis and Atlas in the hallway. But now…”

“But now I’m doomed, right?”

“Um-”

“Argh!” I force my face into the pillow. I don’t want to have to call anyone from home for help. I don’t want to be that Luna who can’t handle herself, who needs her mate or her father or her brother to come rescue her.

“Why don’t we just go out tonight?” Wren taps my shoulder. “It’s not like Mascot has been announced yet. You should go out and check out the city.”

I remove my face from the pillow with a frown.

I grab my coat. But this time, I put on a pair of jeans instead of the dress. I pause with my hand on my head again when I realize what happened in Lake’s office. What on this entire earth was that!

From slapping that son of a bitch to falling down with my thighs in his view. am I cursed!??!?

“Ready” Wren says with a bright simile.

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I nod

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Our first stop is a convenience store.

I’m really here because I can’t remember the last time I went to one of these on my own. When I was still a mand, I remember going along with Emris from time to time. But the Covenant pack house always had everything you could think of needing, so I never necessarily did come. Especially after high school. And after being an Alpha’s daughter, there wasn’t a reason for me to even ever go shopping for groceries.

Until now when I want no preferential treatment. I’m not complaining. The only complaint I have right now is that I don’t want to fight Cassie. I don’t want to be tested. I don’t want to end up on the ground in five minutes with a/hundred strangers watching and someone already editing the video for social media.

I grab some snacks from the aisle…chips, candy, anything that looks like it might fill the hole in my chest and cover my face in sorrow-

“Ah!” I bump into someone and the bag of chips flies out of my hands. I lift my eyes and see the Were–druid. Travis,

He’s wearing a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up over his head, casting half his face in shadow. But his eyes catch the fluorescent lights. Bright blue.

I step away. Not because of fear. Just because I know it was me who bumped into him.

“So sorry,” I say, bending down to grab the chips. “About that.”

But I lied.

It is because of fear.

Were–druids are really wise wolves. They can read into anything. They can tell when someone is lying just by the way their heartbeat shifts, just by the micro–tension in their jaw. And more than anything. I don’t want him reading any Luna truth

out of me.

“Demetra… right?”

His voice is low because it knows you’re already listening.

“Yeah-”

“Demetra, are you done?”

Wren comes out from another aisle, arms full of soda cans when she spots us.

The moment she does, the cans slip and hit the floor with a metallic clatter and roll in different directions. One of them….. cherry something, rolls all the way to Travis’s feet.

I look at Wren.

Her face is burning red all the way to her hairline. I know that look. It’s the same one I give when I see Emris. So. She has a crush on him.

Travis bends, picks up the soda and hands it over. His fingers brush hers.

Wren’s face somehow gets even redder

“Here you go.

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“Um th–th th—”

“She’s trying to say thanks.” I say it quickly before Wren combusts on the spot.

Wren runs. She grabs the rest of the sodas and disappears down the aisle.

I stare after her for a second. Then I turn back to Travis,

“Um. Goodnight…”

I turn to leave.

“Do you know what you are?”

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I look behind my shoulder at him and my heart is suddenly loud in my ears. What the hell? Why is he asking me that? Does he see something?

“What?”

“Do you know what you are or is your wolf intentionally locked up?”

Now I turn because I don’t understand what he’s talking about. I don’t think he’s referring to me being the Luna of the Black Covenant Pack. That’s not what his voice is pointing at.

“White Omega.”

He just whispers it. Then walks away.

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