Jen sighed as she headed out the door to school, noting that Sam had decided to accompany her. She knew what was coming.
"What the fuck's going on, Jen? Huh?" Sam asked her angrily.
"Nothing's going on Sam," Jen replied, already angry at her brother's questions.
"You mate with Kyle and expect me to believe it's NOTHING?" Sam shouted, drawing looks from an elderly couple out on their morning walk.
"It WAS nothing Sam. Nothing beyond self-fucking-defense, okay? I didn't know he was a werewolf, alright? I had one fucking choice to make. If I didn't do what I did, I was dead. I didn't plan on us mating. It was simply nature taking its course!"
"Yeah...right...rutting bitch," muttered Sam under his breath.
Sam's words cut Jen, but instead of tears, which was what he meant for them to create, only pure hatred rose inside of her. She was alpha female; how dare he say such a thing to her! She spun around to face him, furious beyond what she or he expected her to be capable of. "So...is this the part where I cry, and say that I'm sorry? Is this the part where I tell you I love you, and that I'll never do it again?! Well let me tell YOU something, Sam: it's NOT going to be the last time! Things are going to change around here, and if you're not careful, you're going to end up like Kyle!"
The intensity of Jen's words stunned Sam into silence. He could only whisper "What?" when she mentioned Kyle, unable to summon any argument to her furious words.
Jen gave him an enigmatic smile before running the rest of the way to the school, leaving him still standing on the sidewalk, stunned. "Don't worry, you'll find out soon enough. I'm quite sure it's all over the school by now. Hell, I'm surprised you didn't know already; it was front page news in this morning's paper."
Jen walked into the building, happy that noone bothered to call her names or even to really stare at her. The students were huddled in varying groups, and the topic was clearly the mangled corpse of Kyle, which had been found about a block away, at the football practice field. A grief counselor had been sent by the Sheriff's department to help the students cope with the news, and Ms. Davidson was wandering around, lending a sympathetic ear to anyone who needed it. They exchanged a secret smile and glance at one another, with Ms. Davidson giving her a barely-noticeable nod and wink.
The message was clear: Start bringing in others. This was intentional that the body was found so close to the school.
Jen had decided she would take control of the school first, as she knew the people so well. She silently hoped this wouldn't cramp her style, but she remembered Ms. Davidson's comment about thinking many steps ahead of everyone else.
Jen knew how she would gain a foothold in the school.. it was by bringing her teachers over to her army. If they were in her control, it would be much harder for her to get into trouble, and could also help her isolate other students who were candidates for the change. Mentally, she made a list of her teachers.
Her loins burned for the touch of another woman, as the newer, darker part of herself reveled in the sin of it all. She had four of them. Which would she choose?