The Two Lunas

Chapter 2

I was walking back into hell. Well school, but same thing. I hate it. It's basically comparable to being attacked by all you're senses. The florescent lights glaring down at you. The yelling, and laughing, and god knows what else, blaring in your ears. The smells. Dear God the smells. You have teens who haven't showered in god knows how long. You have sluts that smell like rotten fish, or dirty pussy. You have kids that think they can cover up the smell of sweat and dirt with a gallon of cologne, and that's just the humans! Then you have the werecats from our pride, the werewolves who's pack grounds starting on the other side of the small city. Then, there are a few rogue shifters that go to school here, since this is neutral ground. As long as they live in town, and live either north or south of town they're fine. I have even got a whiff of what smelled line a fox shifter. Though I imagine he must stay in town. It would be too dangerous to be around large rogues. Not that all rogues are violent, some seem friendly enough, but others, not so much. Like Aries. He's a werewolf rogue. And, I can honestly say, nobody would mess with him. He's close to seven foot, and built like a Greek god. His name is alarmingly appropriate. The Greek God of war. He was clearly born to an Alpha Rogue. Even Pierce, the son is of the alpha from the local pack isn't that intimidating. I have heard some claim that Rogues smell like rotten flesh, or something else putrid. That's not true. They smell wild, untamed, and have a strong smell of nature. Maybe Rogues that go feral smell that way, I don't know. I've never come across someone who went feral. That usually only happens if someone is rejected by their mate. And then, that's only on rare occasions. Like they bonded and were incredibly close, then rejected. Which almost never happens. Usually, if someone's mate dies, they don't go feral. Instead, they die of a broken heart. Although it has been said to happen from time to time. The rogues here aren't generally violent. But that doesn't mean they aren't territorial. They tend to collect in small packs and mind their own business. I have heard of rogues being evil, talking to my step-father, you would think all rogues are evil. But most just want to live peacefully and be left alone. At least, around here. We've never had any major problems with rogues, and there are a few rogue packs around our territory.

What I find most I interesting is a small freshman girl. She's also a Cheetah. And I can't help but wonder if she has the same father as me. Her cat smell is faint, she smells more human, I have to assume her mom is human. If it was a one night stand like my mother, that would have been quite a shock when here daughter turned five and shifted for the first time. I have considered talking to her. She's maybe 5'3 with long black hair and super petite. Honestly, she would make a perfect cheerleader. She moves with a grace that only a cat could. She seems to keep somewhat to herself. Though she is more social that I am. She had a couple close friends. Actually, now that I think about it, I think the fox is one of her friends. He's even smaller than she is. Poor guy. And he's so twitchy and nervous. I've only noticed him a couple times, but he left an impression. You can definitely tell he's not on the top of the food chain, so to speak. I watched Aries walk past him in the food hall, and I thought the little guy was going to have a heart attack. I haven't seen him eat in the cafeteria since.

Then again, I'm not on the top of the food chain either. Cheetahs may be big cats, but almost any other predator is higher up on the food chain than us. Even vultures can spook my cat. So, it probably doesn't help my social anxiety being surrounded by so many fierce prey animals in this school, and at home. I usually just shove headphones in my ears and try to ignore all the bigger animals. Fuck, my cat doesn't even have a growl. We purr and meow like a fucking house cat. My only advantage is how fast I run. Thought that is only so helpful, because I get winded quickly and can only run short distances. And I smell a bit like a lion from my mother's DNA, so predators might leave me alone because they'll assume I'm stronger than I am. But,I have almost no strength. The pride tried to train me to fight. I am agile and quick, but I can't take a hit whatsoever. And no amount of training makes me bulk up. Plus, my natural response is to run from a fight, needless to say, Silas found me an embarrassment and quit training me quickly. He didn't want others to see how weak his step-son was.