TERRA'S POV
Inside the cafeteria, the air turned electric. We stood outside, faces pressed against the cold windowpane, breath fogging the glass. Silence gripped us not out of fear, but awe. Something primal was unfolding before our eyes.
Sam stood in the center of the room, fully transformed. His breath came in heavy snarls, chest heaving with each inhale. His limbs twitched uncontrollably, veins bulging under his skin as his body strained to contain the raw energy flooding him. His eyes were wide, glowing faintly, flicking between the chaos and his enemy.
Across from him, Jennie stood poised, her own transformation incomplete but fierce. Her eyes sparkled not with fear, but with excitement. A savage grin stretched across her face as her claws lengthened and her teeth sharpened.
"Finally," she said, voice low and trembling with anticipation. "No more hiding."
With a feral roar, Jennie lunged. The two collided in the center of the cafeteria like ancient titans, forces of nature bound by blood and legacy.
Chairs shattered under their weight. Tables were tossed aside like toys. Growls filled the room like thunderclaps, echoing off the metal surfaces.
Sam dodged Jennie's swipe by inches, ducking low, then surged forward with a burst of speed, slamming her into the kitchen counter. Metal trays clanged to the ground. Jennie howled in pain and retaliated with a brutal backhand, sending Sam flying into the fridge with a sickening thud.
"Oh my god," Genora whispered beside me, her voice barely audible over the destruction. "They're going to kill each other."
Jennie launched again, landing atop Sam and pinning him with inhuman strength.
"I can't believe today's the day I snatch that title from you," she sneered, her claws digging into his shoulders.
"You'll have to kill me to take it," Sam growled through clenched teeth, pushing upward with a roar of effort.
Jennie grinned. "That's what I intend to do."
With a sudden thrust, Sam threw her off. She skidded across the slick tiles, growling as she collided with a shattered table. Sofie, who had been frozen in place, snapped into action. She rushed to Jennie's side, helping her up and guiding her back into the fray.
The cafeteria was a war zone now. Food splattered the walls, chairs lay in ruins, and the floor was littered with debris. The two werewolves circled each other like predators, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
"We need help!" I shouted, snapping out of my daze. "Someone get Mr. Ray! And the principal!"
A few students bolted in different directions, their footsteps echoing down the hallways. The rest of us stayed, drawn to the spectacle despite the danger.
Jennie pounced again, this time raking her claws across Sam's shoulder. Blood sprayed the wall in an arc as Sam stumbled back, clutching the wound and letting out a roar of pain.
Jennie chuckled darkly and limped over to Sofie, who handed her a bottle of water. Sam, meanwhile, struggled to his feet. His face twisted in pain, but there was something else in his eyes now, something deeper. Rage.
His fur darkened. His form grew larger, posture straightening as if possessed by something ancient. Then, without warning, he lunged. Faster than before. Smoother. Controlled. He slammed into Jennie and Sofie from behind, sending them both flying into the far wall.
A collective gasp rose from the crowd outside. Sam wasn't just angry, he was transformed. His eyes glowed with a chilling light. And something about him felt… familiar.
I was taken back to that night at the bowling alley. The night the wolves attacked. That same energy pulsed through the air now, crackling like fire.
He howled, a long, guttural sound that shook the windows. Before Jennie could move, Sam grabbed her by the neck, lifting her with terrifying ease. He slammed her onto the table. Once. Twice. Again and again.
Jennie screamed, blood dripping from her mouth. Her face bruised, bones cracked, skin torn. But Sam didn't stop.
Just then, the door rattled. Mrs. Adams appeared with two security guards. They had been told the situation was urgent, and she'd rushed over immediately.
When she arrived, she found a crowd gathered outside the cafeteria, students whispering, eyes wide with terror and fascination.
"What's going on?" she demanded, pushing her way through the group.
Peering through the window, she gasped. "Jennie?" Her voice caught in her throat. Then, pointing at the beast in the room: "Is that Sam? What in God's name…"
She moved to open the door, but it was locked. She yanked and pushed, but it wouldn't budge.
"We'll need backup," she said sharply. One of the officers reached for the radio strapped to his shoulder and began calling in reinforcements.
Meanwhile, at the clinic, Raymond was seated at his desk, grading papers with quiet concentration. The sterile smell of antiseptic lingered in the air, and a soft jazz tune played faintly from an old radio on his desk.
Suddenly, the radio crackled. Then silence.
Raymond looked up, frowning. He tapped the device, adjusted the dial but nothing. Then he felt it. A sudden chill.
He turned.
Standing across the room, draped in a long red cloak, was Annie. Her skin was pale, ghostly, and her eyes were ringed with dark, sunken circles. Her lips were cracked, her gaze distant and cold.
"Where is it?" she asked softly, her voice like wind through dead leaves.
Raymond didn't flinch. His eyes narrowed. "What now?"
"The wand," Annie said. "The murder weapon."
Raymond sighed, setting the radio down. "Why? What do you plan to do with it?"
She took a step closer, her voice trembling with fury. "I'm getting my sisters back. At any cost."
"Give up, Annie. Look at you. You look dead."
She smiled, bitterly. "Well… you killed me."
Her eyes began to glow.
Just then, the door burst open. A student stumbled in, panting. "Mr. Ray! We need you! It's... Sam... he's...."
After hearing the situation, Raymond rose instantly. "I'm on my way."
He turned back toward Annie, but she was gone. Without a trace.
He rushed out, closing the door behind him.
Back at the Cafeteria, Sam had stepped back, finally giving Jennie room to breathe. She lay there, bloody, broken, gasping. Bones jutted at wrong angles. Her face was barely recognizable. She tried to rise, but the pain overwhelmed her, and she let out a piercing scream.
Sam wasn't finished.
Seeing her struggle, he grabbed a broken chair leg from the floor, raising it like a spear. But before he could strike, a flash of movement caught everyone's attention.
Sofie.
She appeared behind him, limping, blood staining her shirt. With one hand holding her side, she raised the other and plunged a strange, ancient dagger into Sam's back.
We gasped. The weapon sizzled as it pierced him. Sam froze.
Mortal weapons couldn't harm an Alpha. Everyone knew that. But this, this wasn't just a weapon. This was something else entirely.
The wood fell from his grip with a dull thud. He staggered forward, eyes wide, then collapsed. His form shifted back to human, naked and unconscious on the blood-slick tiles.
Sofie stood over him, breathing hard, her eyes now glowing silver. A pulse of dark energy surged through her. Her body trembled.
No one moved. No one spoke.
She turned slowly toward Jennie, whose eyes were wide with disbelief and tears.
Silences broke out for a while then,
"Jennie…" Sofie whispered.
"You… you killed him," Jennie said, finally sitting upright.
"I had to," Sofie said, her voice breaking. "He was going to kill you. I couldn't let that happen. Not yet."
Jennie rose, blood dripping from her lip. "I had it under control."
Sofie gave a small, sad smile. "No, you didn't. And I don't want to lose you."
Jennie cupped her face, gently. "You won't. I won't die that easily." She then pulled Sofie into a hug. "Sorry I scared you."
They held each other, trembling.
Jennie took Sofie's face in her hands, brushing a tear away. "Thank you," she whispered, and kissed her.
It was soft. Sorrowful. Almost pure.
Then it happened.
Jennie pulled away just enough to slide a hidden blade between Sofie's ribs.
Sofie gasped, eyes widening. They stared at each other, horror and betrayal mirrored in their eyes.
"I'm sorry, babe," Jennie whispered.
Sofie collapsed in her arms, her silver eyes fading.
Jennie's body trembled. Power surged through her. Her eyes flashed, claws sharpened, wounds healed.
She looked down at Sofie's lifeless form, gently closing her eyelids. Tears streamed down Jennie's face as she cradled the body, sobbing.
The door slammed open. Raymond and the officers stormed in.
They froze at the sight: Sam lying still. Sofie dead. Jennie cradling her, eyes gleaming with a terrible, new strength.
Jennie looked up at Raymond. Rage and sorrow swirled in her gaze, years of resentment behind those tears.
Raymond raised his wand.
Jennie smiled. She placed Sofie's body beside Sam's, stood slowly, and vanished.
No smoke. No flash.
Just whispers in the air:
"Fear my return."