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I crossed the hall not glancing at Mr. Tally who was standing on a stage talking something about precautions. It didn't really interest me anyway. The werewolves wouldn't care about me and I would avoid them.

Or just watch them. Depending on how bored I was. I found Niklas in a back corner of the hall. He had settled comfortably on the mats with his friends and was now staring boredly at the students in front of him. Although, upon closer inspection, I realized that he was more likely to gawk at the girls and then judge them with his friends. And knowing Niklas, he would pronounce his verdict as loud as possible so that the girl in question would either feel bad and worthless or would want to sleep with him. The werewolf didn't have a soul mate either.

I would remember that. I stopped right in front of Niklas and held his jacket with a now slightly disgusted expression on my face. "I think you still need them." I tossed the jacket onto his lap before turning to leave. "Wait, Alina!" Niklas shouted at me relatively quietly, but since werewolves have highly developed senses, they could hear his call loud and clear, which prompted them to turn to us. I did the same and gave Niklas a challenging look. "What?" He glanced at his friends, who then began to cheer loudly. Niklas looked at me with a mischievous grin and then walked closer to me. He probably expected me to back down. However, since I didn't do this, Niklas was very close to me in no time.

"You came later, so I'd like to give you a brief rundown of what will be most important to you when the pack arrives tomorrow." He smiled at me. At least he tried. It looked pretty bad. "Yes?" I asked him. "According to Mr. Tally, people like you should avoid any contact with them. Otherwise, they'll have a lot of fun with a pretty thing like you. And when they're done with you, not even the moon goddess can help you anymore."

His friends cheered in the background as he eyed me with a superior grin. Which, however, coincided when he didn't smell the fear, he wanted me to give off. "You think you're particularly tough, don't you?" "Yeah, sort of." I shrugged my shoulders. His eyes began to twinkle dangerously. "You will still experience your blue miracle, man." Now I was the one sneering at him.

"I already feel sorry for your soul mate." His friends' jeers fell silent in the background while Niklas angrily dug his fingers into my shoulders. That these creatures had to be so sensitive. The teachers, like Mr. Tally, were unaware. "One day I will find my mate and then we will dance on your grave." "Oho, don't overdo it, big bad wolf." I smiled at him and then used my fingertips to remove his hands from my shoulders. "Better go to your friends and listen what the director has to say. You're going to need it more than me."

Slowly, an obnoxious grin crept into the corners of his mouth. "My friends and I will take over the pack." I looked at him blankly. Then my body started to tremble and finally I couldn't laugh holding back any more. Everyone in the room turned and looked at me like I was about to die. I couldn't stop laughing. The guy was just too good. Taking over the pack. He, a 17-year-old. Still spluttering slightly, I wiped the tears from my eyes. Then I turned and faced the werewolves and humans. I held up a hand and cried out: "Cheers to the moon goddess for making sure that that this great boy could come into being. that they had just called that as another name for the moon goddess. Still, it did something to me. Because I would never be a real Luna taking care of a pack. I wouldn't even be able to have a family.

After all, werewolves could only breed with their own kind, someone who possessed the same power as they did. So only with their soul mates. And I could never start a family with one person either. The babies would not survive the magic within me. A life alone. It never bothered me. Of course, I'd always felt a little spark of jealousy when I saw happy families with cute little kids. But I always ignored it. In fact, I had no idea why I had these thoughts just now. As always, I was comforted by the fact that I was the reason so many happy werewolves could be found together. Even if they didn't know that. However, this uncertainty of my environment had never interested me. Because I found it quite entertaining to see how all the immortal werewolves around you thought they were the strongest. The sky was covered by a few clouds. Tilting my head slightly, I could make out a snake-shaped cloud and right next to it what might have been a sword, imaginatively. I smiled at my surroundings and let my palms sink into the deep grass. I inhaled the scent of the early bloomers around and finally stood up in one swift movement. I moved slowly, following an inner pull.

Finally, I stopped in front of a tree infested with honey fungus. I looked at the fungus that was slowly spreading. Already feeling the well-known tingling in my palms, I gently placed my hands on the mushroom. The spot I touched started to shimmer slightly and then briefly hovered over the entire honey fungus. This then disappeared and I could see the oak tree underneath.

I smiled and leaned my forehead against the thick trunk. A light breeze gently brushed my white hair away from my face. This too was something most, mortal as well as immortal, did not know. Because contrary to what everyone thought, it was not only my job to ensure the survival of the werewolves, but also to take care of nature, with which I was closely connected. This was probably another secret that I would probably keep until the end of this world.