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I hold up the raccoon, the blood still freely flowing from the tips of its toes into a small pool on the floor. My lip kicks up as I scan the room, seeing most of the students with grossed-out expressions or looking away. A few roll their eyes, sniggering in my direction; one even runs out of the room with her hands over her mouth, and that’s when I see them.

Two guys are sitting at the back of the class, looking at me with a burning intensity. One of them is the same one that gave me the map and my warm welcome yesterday. He looks more put together with his platinum-blond hair styled back and the blood now gone. The other is almost a spitting image of the blond, but with black, shaggy hair that falls messily around his face. He seethes, staring straight into my eyes as his incredibly sharp teeth toy with his black lip ring. They both make the desks they are sitting behind look small; their tall, muscular frames are much bigger than the rest of the class.

“Oh look, funeral girl, you made a new friend after all. How nice.” The blond twin snorts, his amused gaze never leaving mine. I can hear the low laughs and hushed conversations spreading throughout the room.

Look at the state of her.

Why wouldn't she change first?

Bale is staring at her; he never looks up for that long, unlike his brother.

He looks like he wants to tear her apart.

She won’t last long.

From the whispers in the room, I assume that the dark-haired twin’s name is Bale, considering that the blond twin had absolutely no qualms about staring me up and down when he welcomed me to the Academy. He’s currently staring at me with a kicked-up smirk, in no way looking like he may want to kill me. His brother, on the other hand, his darkness pulls me in. He looks at me with venom in his stare, sparking an ache in my core that I know I can't fix anytime soon.

“I’m assuming that fluffy here belongs to you two?” I laugh, taking confident steps toward the back of the room, stopping between the desks of assholes one and two. Leaning down to their eye level and holding the roadkill with one hand, I reach into my boot and pull the blade out with a wicked smile.

A giggle escapes me as I hear some of the students gasp at the sight of a weapon in the room. You would think they’ve never seen one before with that sort of reaction. It's not like I’m threatening anyone. Although, if the blond asshole doesn’t wipe the smirk off his face, I may need to start.

“I can cut him in half so you don't have to share if you prefer. I have heard twins can get a little jealous if the other has something they don’t. For the record, I’m not scared of a dead raccoon, person, or dead anything. Don't waste your time on me, boys. There are plenty of other innocent souls to torture around here that will stroke your fragile ego a little more.”

My body is thrumming with a mix of excitement and heat as I stand in wait for some form of reaction from the pair. I bend to tuck the blade back into the side of my boot, only to be caught speechless when I stand back up.

Dark veins start forming below Bale’s amber eyes, his obsidian pupils turning into slits right before me. My breathing slows, watching the veins pulse under his skin. I’m standing in a space that blocks him from the view of everyone but his brother, not that he’s trying to hide whatever is happening.

“I would step back if I were you, little Wynn. We don't want you murdered on your first day now, do we?” The blond twin's voice rumbles low, stoking the fire already smoldering in my core.

My eyes flick between the two when he speaks, settling back on Bale, who is still staring through my entire fucking soul with an intensity that feels like it will tear me to pieces. It’s a dangerous look, one I can see myself getting addicted to quickly.

“Run, little rabbit, as far away from me as you can,” Bale growls, his fingers obsessively tapping the desk as the dark veins continue to spread under his skin.

“Wynn, that’s enough, please sit down somewhere! Jack, get rid of whatever that thing is and return as soon as possible,” the teacher shakily yells from the front of the room. Seconds later, a chair scrapes along the ground, forcing me to turn and look at the boy walking toward me, his eyes zoned in on the creature still dangling in my grip. The poor thing looks like he might throw up the closer he gets, so I make a show of swinging it a little from side to side. Quickly, he takes the roadkill from my outstretched hand and scurries out of the room, leaving a trail of blood in his path.

“Well, that was fun.” I laugh, taking the only empty seat in the class, which happens to be directly in front of Bale. A shiver rolls over my entire body as I feel the heat of their stare, forcing my thighs to clench together. Their presence is so dark it's intoxicating, kicking my curiosity into overdrive with a need to know more.

LUKA

My control is slowly slipping, which is not something that Bale and I are used to. I take a deep breath and force my eyes to close as I inhale the scent of the little bitch in front of us. Most people who come too close to us have the scent of fear bleeding from their pores, some curiosity, but mostly fear. Wynn, on the other hand, all I can smell is the sweet scent of her arousal. The excitement and the rush. She isn’t scared of us as other humans are, and that's unsettling in itself. Bale and I, as well as the principal, are the only supernatural beings at the academy. The rest of the students and faculty are unaware, or if they aren’t, then they’re too terrified to say anything, which suits us fine.

Typically, we do not make a show of our other forms or anything else that would give us away, but somehow, this tiny little thing is forcing it out of us like we haven’t dealt with this our whole lives. I open my eyes and glance over at Bale, only to find his eyes firmly shut as his fingers tap along his desk in a perfect rhythm. He's sensing her heartbeat, her peaceful, collected heartbeat, and tapping it on the desk to calm himself. I know she saw his eyes change, his form starting to break through. She may not completely understand what it means, but she saw enough to know that Bale isn't completely human.

I turn just in time to see her thighs press together from the side, a quiet gasp escaping her lips that only we would be able to hear. Not that she would know that. She’s an absolute vision, and I hate it. It’s almost like she was created with us in mind. I would put her at around five feet tall at the most, with curves that make me want to bite into her and mark her all over.

The academy’s uniform has never looked like this in the years we have been here; the splattering of blood and her cocky smirk only adding to her beauty. It fits her like a glove, showcasing every dip and curve on her body.

I’m aware of Ms. Archibald attempting to rein in the class and teach us the best she can, but none of her words are making it through to me. My focus is solely on her and the reaction the two of us are having to her presence.

It takes every fiber in my body to not shift right here in the middle of class and take a bite from her thick, tight-clad thighs. My kind are not usually biters, that's more Bale’s thing than mine, but I would sell my fucking soul for just a taste.

This is one of those times where I’m glad most of the student population is terrified of us because I have been staring at this girl with zero shame since her ass sat in that seat and those thighs forced themselves together.

Bale still hasn't opened his eyes, his fingers still tapping out her heart rate silently. I watch as his jaw flares while he tenses, the black veins creeping back out from his closed eyes. I kick the side of his desk, jutting my chin toward the door and standing abruptly, the screeching chair causing the whole class to turn and face us.

He looks up at me with glowing, amber eyes before he stands with me, cracking his neck and rolling out his shoulders. His control is slipping quickly, and if I don't get him out of this room right now, they will have to add another fifteen bodies to the school's death count.

Without a word, the pair of us silently stalk out of the room, slamming the door so hard that it snaps from its hinges. Bale walks until he is out of eyeline from the door before kicking up his speed, needing to get out of the halls before anyone sees him.

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