A Queens return

Connection?

I stood at the secretary's desk, waiting patiently for her attention, a sense of apprehension washed over me. The room seemed to grow quieter, the air heavy with tension as I glanced out the window, my gaze fixed on the fluttering wings of the ravens that circled outside.

But before I could dwell on the uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, the door swung open and another student entered the room. He carried himself with an air of confidence, his gaze sweeping over the room through that window until it landed on me, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

I felt a flicker of unease at his intense scrutiny, a sense that he saw through the carefully constructed facade I presented to the world. But I quickly pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the task at hand.

Ignoring the other student's presence, I turned my attention back to the secretary, my patience wearing thin as she continued to focus on her work, seemingly oblivious to my presence.

But the other student had other ideas. With a smirk, he sauntered over to the desk, leaning in close to the secretary with a sly grin. "Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice dripping with false charm. "I couldn't help but notice the new face in the room. What's her name?"

The secretary glanced up from her work, a frown creasing her brow at the interruption. "That's none of your business, Derek," she snapped, her tone sharp and dismissive. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm busy."

But Derek seemed undeterred by her rebuff, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Come on, sweetheart," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "Don't be like that. I'm just trying to make conversation."

I clenched my jaw, resisting the urge to respond to his taunts. I knew better than to engage with someone like Derek, someone who thrived on confrontation and conflict.

Instead, I turned my attention back to the window, my gaze fixed on the ravens that circled outside. They seemed to sense my unease, their caws filling the air like a warning.

But despite the growing tension in the room, I refused to back down. I was a Silverfang, and I wouldn't let anyone intimidate me, not even an alpha like Derek.

"Come on, you can't just ignore her like that," he teased, his voice laced with amusement. "She's probably feeling lost and alone, and here you are, ignoring her like she's invisible."

The secretary finally looked up, her brow furrowing in confusion. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." she began, trailing off uncertainly.

But Derek interrupted her with a playful grin. "No need to apologize, I'm just trying to help out," he said, his tone light but with a hint of mischief.

I watched the exchange with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. Derek's actions seemed genuine enough, but I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his intentions than met the eye.

As the secretary turned her attention back to her work, Derek shot me a quick wink before sauntering out of the room with a smirk. I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards him, despite my initial reservations.

Perhaps he was just trying to help in his own way, even if it meant causing a bit of trouble for the secretary in the process. Whatever his motivations, I couldn't deny that his actions had at least succeeded in getting her and mine attention.

With a renewed sense of hope, I waited patiently for the secretary to finally acknowledge me, eager to finally receive the assistance I needed to navigate this unfamiliar new world.

As fast as Derrick came into the room, he also exited it. It seems as if the small meeting was somewhat different. I was unsure what to think about this.