Fated to Professor Blackwood

CHAPTER 1:

SOPHIA'S POV.

“...and who walks around with bigger tits simply because they turned?” My sharp ears picked up on stray gossip and some follow up laughter. I halted in my way and hid behind the open door.

“So unlucky. It's the first time I've seen jugs that big that aren’t even attractive.” Someone else narked just before laughing.

I was certain they were talking about me. I looked down at my chest and my eyes were watering up. I was embarrassed.

I hadn't been myself since the last full moon. In fact, since ever. But it was worse this time.

My wolf had never turned and left me the same. I was older than eighteen but I never had control of my wolf.

I hated full moons. I occasionally had weird dreams too, but my favorite was the sexy mystery man who would hold my hand under the full moon.

But why did my freakish wolf leave me with unequal, overgrown breasts this time?

“She embarrasses me… it gets worse every time, but I can't tell her I'm done. Don't know if I can.”

I broke on hearing that voice and discerning it's disgust. It was Tristan, my boyfriend. Naturally, everyone in the class and a large bunch of the school hated me. But not Tristan. He cared for me. Or so I thought.

“Tch, I don't know how you still put up with the freak after she almost killed you, man… Would've broken up with her a long time ago.”

Yes, I almost killed Tristan and four other classmates three full moons before. But it was an accident. It was because of my wolf. It was scared and I wasn't in control.

No matter how much I explained and apologized, the school board wasn't to know. To make things worse, I was now banished into the woods during the full moon.

I thought Tristan forgave me. He was my only anchor in a sea of haters. I never had friends and was always alone.

Tears rolled free on my cheeks as I covered my mouth with one hand. The one person that I loved the most was embarrassed of me and could barely stand me. The bullying had never hurt this much.

I lost my parents at a young age and was taken in by the school. I didn't have any life outside of school before I met Tristan. He loved my innocence and told me I was special when I told him about my wolf.

Was this how he truly felt?

I swallowed hard as I struggled to drag my feet away from behind the open door, turning away from the direction of the heartbreak.

“Sophia?” I halted again, as I heard his voice call my name.

“Hey! I thought that was you babe. I didn't know you were- um…” Tristan’s fake smile faded as I turned around to look at him, my face reddened and my eyes relentless with tears.

“I embarrass you… Tristan?” My shaky voice was holding up poorly.

“Wait, Sophia…”

“Don't touch me, you son of a bitch!” I yelled as he attempted to hold me together.

He must not have known that I heard him pour his heart to his ‘friends’. His soft and gentle touch that I always craved meant nothing to me now.

“W-Well, what do you want me to say? Huh!?” He yelled back, pushing me with one hand. Tristan never yelled at me before, or as much as laid a finger on me. More tears flowed down my cheeks.

“I've been struggling too, Sophia. The world doesn't start and end with you! Or how do you think I feel?”