Chapter 18

“Very well,” Lucius said, though he didn't seem particularly pleased with the request, “I'm only doing this because you requested it.”

“Then I'll be the one to do it,” Lucius said, his tone respectful but insistent, “ is that agreeable?”

“Very well,” William agreed, still weary looking as he glanced over at me.

Lucius pulled me into a room off to the back of the room. I shot everyone a confused, worried look but the looks they gave me made my heart sink.

They looked worried as well but sadness seemed to be the overwhelming look they shared in varying degrees.

Once they were out of sight, the heavy wooden door closing between us I took in the room Lucius dragged me into.

Heavy curtains hung from the tall windows, the room seemed to be empty except for a lone chair in the middle and a table to the side.

The roof housed a sky light, the full moon shining down on them. Lucius released my arm and lit a small lap on the table before turning to me.

“Take a seat,” he ordered, nodding to the chair bathed in moonlight.

What is really happening right now?

I was so confused but I had a feeling that if I didn't do what he wanted it would be really bad.

I sat down, casting a glance up at the moon before focusing back on Lucius as he approached, going to stand behind me.

“Just what are you d-,” I start to ask before he places his hand on both sides of my temples, the pain instantly ripping through my head.

I feel myself scream more then hear it. It's like everything inside my mind is being ripped apart like paper only to be shuffled and taped back together.

I buck in the chair wanting to get away from his hands, my body withering, trying to get away but failing every time.

Just as the pain has made my brain feel like it's about to boil, Lucius hands leave my head, the pain however lingers.

Screaming again, tears run down my face as my body withers on the chair.

I notice Lucius watching me before everything stops, the pain, everything, I collapse back into the chair, Lucius's face the last thing i see before it lights out.

My body feels heavy as I try my eyes open, the pain now a dull ache inside my head.

“What…” I said, trying to sit up, “what the hell was that just now?”

My throat is raw from the screams that tore out of me.

“The extraction failed,” Lucius states, his arms crossed as he stood before me, looking down at me.

“What the hell does that mean?” I asked, worriedly, “are you going to kill me now?”

“Thats still an option,” Lucius states moving closer, he leans down, his hands grab onto the arms of the chair.

“What-,” I'm about to ask if there's another option but I stop, as his face gets closer to mine.

His hazel eyes pinning me in place.

Damn, he is really unfairly attractive and that's really not what I should be focusing on right now but forgive me if my brain is still a bit scrambled.

“There is another way,” Lucius states, his eyes trailing over my face, scrutinizing every aspect of my face.

“You can transfer to A Class.”

Okay, so apparently, Lupine houses a group of shifters, that's what they call themselves apparently.

Also, all these “shifters” are placed in A Class because of their special status. By doing this it keeps the ordinary humans safe, well for the most part I guess.

Also, one big no no is for humans to find out about them, which is why I'm in this situation now.

Here I thought that A Class was just full of elite rich kids, but turns out there also beings straight out of fantasy novels, go figure.

“I'm just a regular person,” I state, crossing my arms defensively, “you know human, I can't believe in A Class.”

“Hmm, that's not entirely true,” Lucius said, leaning closer yet, our faces almost touching before I heard him inhale my scent.

“It appears that you have quite a powerful gift,” Lucius said, leaning back to focus on my eyes, “ it makes you something more than human.”

“That's not possible,” I said, shaking my head.

“After looking into you,” Lucius said, standing back up, arms over his chest, “I did find that while your mother is human, not much is known about your deceased father.”

“You investigated me?” I asked, annoyed and overwhelmed with everything.

“A necessary step once you enrolled,” Lucius states, like its obvious, “regardless, due to having so little information on your father, it's difficult to determine your race at this point.”

He seriously just said “determine my race”.

Less than an hour ago my race was human, homosapion, you know the only race I believed existed.

But nope, apparently I know very little of what this world holds, and that's terrifying.

“The only thing we can determine for curtain,” Lucius said, leaning against the wall, “ is that you are superhuman, which means joining A Class is the only viable option.”

Superhuman…

“You have a very powerful force held inside your body,” he continues, “one you haven't tapped into, and have no idea how to control.

“During the extraction, you were able to break through because of that power. However, it's unstable and you need to learn to control it, hence joining A Class.”

Joining A Class, can I really do that?

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity,” Lucius states when I stay silent, “this opportunity can change lives.”

I could hear the condescending tone in Lucius' voice as he spoke, like my hesitation was ridiculous.

But seriously, I don't want to be in the same class as Draven, and Adrian. Much less having to see Rebecca all the time would just make everything worse.

The only bright side would be being with Cathy.

“I just want to graduate and then get a job,” I said, determined, “I just want a normal life.”

“I have no interest in becoming a superhuman.”

I get up and leave, not giving Lucius another glance, determined to emphasize my words with my exit.

The next moment I crash into a firm, muscular chest, warmth and power radiating just below the surface.

I stumbled back a step, my face on fire, I just fondled the headmaster's chest by accident. Lucius holds out a black intricate business card.

“Think about it.”

Once I'm back at the villa, or home now, I guess, I find William waiting for me in the living room.

“Lucius called,” William said, standing as I entered the room, “he told me what happened, what he found out.”

“Ah, that I'm not human?” I asked, feeling uncomfortable with everything and talking with William about it just added to the awkwardness of it all.

“That you have power,” William said, nodding, “yes.”

“I-I don't know what to do about all this,” I said, panic and fear bubbling up to the surface, oh, God what am I going to tell mom?”

William walks over to me, placing a calming hand on my shoulder to try and help.

“Your mother is a regular,” He states though I can see the worry and unease he's trying to hide, “ it's best that she doesn't know, at least for now.”

“I was keeping our marriage out of the public eye to protect her,” William continues, sighing, he runs a weary hand over his face.

“When the moments are right I'll tell her, but for now it's best that you join A Class.”

I try to think up a million reasons why that's a bad idea but most of those reasons are ones I can't tell anyone.

After some time, I relent and agree, reluctantly.

I have to say though, that for the first time tonight, I've met a shifter who didn't put me on edge and showed me what a stable, caring one looked like.

He cared about mom, and he could control himself, that made my opinion of him raise quite a bit after everything.

“You must make sure to focus on gaining control,” William said right as they were about to part, “If you can't you could hurt someone, hurt your mom in the future.”

Nodding, I said goodnight and walked back to my room. As I readied for bed I weighed the pros and cons of doing A Class.

While the cons weighed the pros, the one pro overshadowed them all, protecting mom by gaining control.

Laying down I finally made my decision. After today I'd be a member of A Class.