Tina stayed perfectly still, every inch of her body radiating calm and submission. She knew the alpha’s gaze was fixed on her—sharp, unblinking, evaluating. She resisted the urge to look away. Instead, she met its stare with quiet steadiness, careful not to challenge it.
Ever so slowly, her hand crept behind her, inching toward the door handle. Her breathing was shallow, her fingers trembling slightly, but her gaze never wavered. The alpha let out a soft whimper—an unexpected sound that revealed something deeper: unease.
Whispering a silent prayer, Tina eased the handle and nudged the door open, just wide enough for her to slip through. The alpha’s eyes tracked her every movement—steady, intense, unwavering. The two wolves at its sides grew more alert, shifting their weight, but they stayed in formation, flanking their leader with quiet precision.
Tina edged out with painstaking care, her movements slow, fluid, and deliberate—each step a silent plea not to provoke a response.
Once outside, Tina quickly pulled the door shut behind her, sealing the wolves inside. Without wasting a second, she sprinted down the hallway, her heart hammering in her chest. The school, eerily quiet after the earlier chaos, now felt like a twisting maze of empty corridors and flickering lights.
At last, she reached the staff room, where a handful of teachers had taken refuge, still shaken and trying to piece together what had happened.
“We need to call animal control,” Tina said, her voice low but urgent. “There are three wolves in the storage room—and one of them is carrying something. I think… I think they’re not here to attack. I think they need help.”
But her urgency was met with hesitation.
The other teachers exchanged uneasy glances, their discomfort evident in the way they shifted in place, avoiding her eyes. A heavy silence settled over the room until one of them finally spoke. “The police have already been called,” he said, his tone calm but detached. He kept his gaze fixed on the floor, unwilling to meet Tina’s intense stare. “There’s nothing more we can do.”
Tina felt her stomach drop. A wave of frustration and helplessness washed over her. She tried again, her voice now laced with desperation. “But we can’t just wait around. What if they’re hurt? What if we’re already too late?”
Her words hung in the air, unanswered.
Despite her pleas, their expressions didn’t change. The decision had been made. One by one, they turned away, leaving Tina alone in the hallway—her heart heavy, the full weight of the moment pressing hard on her shoulders.