Wolf High

Welcome, angels!

A couple of things:

♡ I don’t always mention contraception or STI’s, please assume the characters are being safe and not playing pregnancy roulette.

♡ I use British English. PLEASE do not correct my spelling with American English (it’s super annoying sorry 😩, not everyone spells words with a ‘z’ or one ‘s’.)

♡ That being said, if you notice any grammar mistakes, it would be great if you could point them out.

♡ I write mature romances. The words ‘clit’ and ‘cock’ will make an appearance. If that’s not your thing, please leave without complaint.

♡ You can follow me on Instagram, naughtyxchristian.

Shifters are my spirit plot line so I was living the dream writing this one for you. I really hope you like it!

Thank you and enjoy! L x

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My alarm goes off. I press my phone screen blindly until the annoying tune stops. The temptation to sink back into my bed and cover my head with my pillow is strong, but the sunlight breaking through my curtains reminds me why I set my alarm in the first place.

I have school tomorrow.

It’s been two months of summer, and it all ends tomorrow. I set my alarm last night in an attempt to ease myself back into routine in preparation. I regret doing it now, but I know tomorrow’s alarm is only going to be worse because I have to actually leave the house.

It’s only eight o’clock as well. I’ll have to get up at half seven tomorrow and I’m already dreading it. I love my bed, I want to stay in it forever. I roll over to face the window, turning my nose up at the sight of the white curtains with orange flowers. I don’t love those curtains.

We only moved into the house last week, so curtains aren’t exactly high on the list of priorities. I don’t even know how you get new curtains. Do you have to order them on Amazon? Hire someone to come into your house, measure and make them? Fuck knows.

With a groan that a large moose would be proud of, I drag myself from the comfort of my bed and trudge into the bathroom. I take a shower, lingering under the hot water with the same longing I felt for my bed. It’s almost half quarter to nine by the time I’m done drying off, getting dressed, doing my hair and make-up. There are still lots of boxes in my room, but the first things I unpacked were my essentials like toiletries.

“Dolores! Come downstairs, please!”

I mutter under my breath at my mother calling me by my full name. She knows I hate it. I’ve even applied to my new school as ‘Lola’. There’s no way I’m being the new girl and being called Dolores. It just makes me think of the movie Sister Act, and there’s no way I can live up to Whoopi Goldberg.

I pull my hoodie sleeves down to cover most of my hands and shuffle downstairs in my fluffy slipper socks. I might be up, but I have no intention of leaving the house just yet.

My family are gathered in the kitchen around the dining table. My mother sits on one side. My twin, Flynn, is sitting directly opposite her with a spare seat next to him that has been pulled out for me. At the head of the table is my father, who sits a hopeful expression on his face.

“Your dad has some news, take a seat,” Mum says, gesturing to the chair.

I cross my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes at my dad.

“Have you slept with another one of your students?”

Flynn stifles a laugh and my father’s face drops. My mother’s contorts into pain and I regret making the jab, knowing it hurt her too. That wasn’t intended.

“Dolores!” She scolds me. “Don’t you dare be so rude. Sit down, now.”

I grit my teeth and resist the urge to roll my eyes. I slide into the chair opposite him at the other head of the table instead of the one that has been chosen for me. I’d rather have the entirety of the table between us. No one says anything for an awkwardly long minute. I keep my expression bored and wait for someone to talk. My father clears his throat and sits up straighter on his chair.

“Anyway, my news. I have been accepted to be a guest lecturer at the University of Willow Creek,” he says.

He looks around the table expectantly, no doubt wanting some kind of congratulations or maybe applause. He’s not getting shit from me.

Three months ago, my mother found a text message on my father’s phone. A simple text. It put a seed of doubt in her mind. A week later, when my father came back from eating dinner out, she found lipstick on his shirt and confronted him.

He confessed to everything, falling apart like the guilty fuck that he is. He had been sleeping with one of his students -a twenty year old- for nearly a month.

His infidelity broke my mother. It broke all of us, really. Flynn started partying and drinking and staying out past curfew. I started ignoring my dad. I think I’ve said a sum total of a hundred words to him in the last few months. I’m no closer to forgiving him. He wasn’t sorry for long enough in my opinion.

Sure, there were apologies and tears and a few gestures of flowers and chocolates for Mum. There were fights and confessions. He broke down and got on his knees at one particular low point. And yet, despite all that, I have this sneaking suspicion that he might do again if given the chance. I don’t think he will actively seek out to cheat on her, but I have this feeling that if someone offered it up on a platter, he isn’t a strong enough man to walk away.

And that’s why I don’t think he deserves my attention. Or our mum.

She should have left him, in my opinion. I was all ready for her to. I’d found a flat for her to rent, I’d got out our suitcases and told her that I would come with her, but she wouldn’t leave him. Instead, a fresh start was proposed.

Mum’s a surgeon and she transferred. She got into Willow Creek County Hospital, and we moved here. A fresh start for the Greenwood family.

Fuck that shit.

I don’t see how this is supposed to make things any different. If anything, my dad just has new options. Our new house is gorgeous, it’s only a fifteen-minute walk from school and a ten-minute drive into the city centre. It’s 20 minutes from the hospital for Mum. The problem is, she’s on call a lot so I doubt she’ll be home all the time. Not enough of the time to keep an eye on Dad.

I kicked up a fuss about moving at first. I know, I’m good at it. I tried to refuse to leave our old town and my old school. I’m a teenager though, it’s not like I get any say in what happens to us. I had to give up the fight and move.

It’s not going to be that bad, though. As well as being a lecturer, my father is a painter. He has found a studio to hire which apparently has ‘the perfect lighting’. It’s like fifteen minutes from our house and will be where he spends the majority of his time outside of work.

Flynn and I are seventeen, so our parents are cool with us being in the house alone, which is a good thing because that’s how it’s going to be for most of the time. With my father at the studio and Mum at the hospital, we’re going to have the whole of the new house to ourselves a lot of the time. I kind of like that.

“Cool,” Flynn mutters sarcastically, finally breaking the silence.

“We should all be pleased for your father, this is an exciting opportunity,” Mum says.

I can see the tension in her smile. When your husband cheats on you with a student, it can hardly be comfortable to send him out into temptation with a whole new roster of students to pick from in a new town.

“Very exciting,” I mutter and get to my feet. I can’t stop myself, the words slip out as bitterness takes hold, “Try to keep it in your pants though this time, yeah?”

“Dolores!” Mum shouts.

Dad’s on his feet, the wooden legs scrape against the tile as he lurches up.

“How dare you be so disrespectful, young lady!” He snaps. He knows I hate it when he calls me that. “You have just lost car privileges for a week.”

I’m slightly irritated by the punishment but force myself to shrug. “Fine.”

“Your allowance is suspended for two weeks!” He shouts after me as I turn to walk out of the kitchen. “Go to your room!”

“Was going anyway,” I mutter under my breath.

I take the stairs two at a time and stride into my room. It’s childish, but I slam the door behind me. I throw myself onto my bed and stare up at the ceiling, wondering why the fuck my dad had to ruin everything for us.

We were happy, weren’t we?

I roll onto my stomach and pick up my current read, choosing to lose myself in a book to calm down.

I’m a couple of chapters down when my door pushes open. I don’t need to look to know it’s Flynn.

“Knock knock,” he says uselessly.

I roll onto my side and look at him. People say we look alike, but I think that’s only because we have the same button nose and muddy-brown eyes. He has longer eyelashes than me and I could strangle him for it.

My hair is a mix between black and brown, I keep long and down to my elbows. It’s super curly so I often braid it. Flynn’s hair is a much lighter brown than mine and he tries to go with the tousled but short look. I don’t know if he pulls it off or not, he’s just my annoying brother to me. He’s more than that, actually. It is true what they say about twins, he is my twin flame. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

“You okay?”

I shrug and sit up, closing my book. Flynn shuts the door behind him and sits on my desk chair.

“How pissed do you think Dad was about my comment?” I ask, smiling evilly.

“Pretty fucking pissed, he only just stopped ranting like five minutes ago,” Flynn replies and grins back. “That was fucking hilarious though. I wish I had your ovaries.”

“Yeah, your balls are pretty small in comparison, you never say shit,” I tease him and he scowls at me.

It’s true, though. Flynn feels the same as me about Dad, but he hates confrontation so he’s never said anything. He’s stuck up for Mum and made it clear that he’s on her side, but he doesn’t make the same little digs or snide comments that I do. Even when we were younger, it was me that called out other students if they were mean to him, he never said anything himself, he’s a gentle giant.

And he is a giant. He’s half a foot taller than me. He plays basketball, football and rugby. Half of his free time is spent playing sport, the other playing video games. It’s a miracle I see him at all, really.

“You know I don’t like the confrontation,” he responds, making me smirk.

“I know, I’m the bitch in this twinship.”

He frowns at my response and shakes his head.

“You’re not a bitch, Lol, you defend those you care about. I’d say you’re the kindest person I know.”

My chest feels tight with emotion, I’m touched by his words. I reach around and grab my pillow, hitting him with it.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me blush. Besides, you gotta say that, we share DNA.”

He smirks and snatches the pillow out of my hand. I squeal as he hits me with it, making me laugh. Throwing the pillow back on my bed, he gets to his feet and walks to my door.

“Don’t worry about car privileges, I’ll drive you around this week.”

I smile sweetly at him from my bed.

“That’s why you’re the best brother ever.”

“Yeah, yeah. By the way, Dad’s going to the studio soon and you’ll be off lockdown. Wanna go into the city centre and explore?”

“Hell yes!”