Chapter 11: Seduction

Sage wondered what was happening. The method of killing was similar to the way the cook was killed. It scared her to her bones as she realized that anybody could be the killer in school and even outside the school premises.

"Look," the boy with the laptop said. "Another news report."

There was another report on the net with the same headline as the one they just watched. A female reporter was live on the scene, and behind her were paramedics taking out bodies on a stretcher from a building into an ambulance.

"The murderers seem to be in multiple towns and cities around the world. Many bodies have been found with two holes in their necks. These murderers seem to be aiming more for orphans. Behind me is another orphanage home that has been attacked by these killers. Only a few of the kids were left unharmed. What are the intentions of these killers? What is the government doing about this? And most importantly, are we safe?"

Sage was triggered when she heard that more orphans were being killed. She also was an orphan. If it wasn't for her uncle, Erick, taking her in, she would be in an orphanage home and also have to witness this tragedy.

Drake had also heard the news this morning. It made his blood boil when he heard about the awful things the vampires were doing all in search of the hybrid.

"Those bloodthirsty monsters," Drake sighed. He had zero care about the hybrid or vampires, but if this continues, he might have to join other werewolves like himself and search for the hybrid or better still, attack them.

"Drake, Xia's over there. I heard he lost his dad," Chris, a friend of Drake, stated.

"Xavier, wait up," Drake called out to Xavier, who was on his way to class.

"How can I help you?" Xavier questioned with a cold gaze.

"I heard about your loss. I'm so sorry, man. How's your mom? Is she doing okay?"

"Yeah, she is. Thanks for your concern," Xavier replied and turned to walk away.

"Hold on," Drake said, making Xavier stop in his tracks. "You guys are in search of the hybrid, right?"

"Yeah, aren't you guys also searching?"

"No, we're more focused on coming up with a tactic to defeat the vampires." Drake's reply received a frown from Xavier.

They both were werewolves, but from different packs. Xavier knew it was risky for one pack alone to battle with the vampires, but if his father didn't stop them when he was alive, he wouldn't say anything either.

"Anyway, I wanted to know if you've noticed his girl in school. You guys both have history together. Black hair, average height, petite body..." Drake stopped when he noticed the clueless look on Xavier's face.

"Look, Drake, a lot of girls I have history with will fit that description. I'm not like you who only comes here to look for pretty girls."

"Are you referring to the girl that beat your ass because you bullied her friend?" Chris, who had been quiet, asked.

"Shut up, Chris. You are not involved in this conversation," Drake snapped.

"Whatever, I just felt left out," Chris muttered under his breath.

"Wait!" Xavier turned to Chris. "Are you saying a girl actually beat up the mighty bully?"

"For real, man."

"You know men are not meant to hit ladies, so I just let her have her way," Drake tried defending himself. He didn't want to look weak in front of Xavier.

"I'm so disappointed in you, man," Xavier shook his head mocking yet jokingly.

"Whatever! I'm not telling you what I wanted to anymore," Drake said before stomping off like a little child.

When Sage confronted Drake, he noticed something off about her. For one, she had a bit of inhumane strength, but she was a petite human without any muscles. Drake had come to a conclusion that she was a spy for the vampires undercover. Drake didn't want to say anything about Sage because he didn't have any proof against her; he was just about to inform Xavier so he would be conscious of her. But why should he bother himself? No one took him seriously anyway, and he didn't care.

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It was the last class for today, and as the teacher taught, Xavier was putting all the problems he had to face in order of importance in his head and trying to provide solutions to each of them. He couldn't help but think that things would have been easier if his father was still alive.

Xavier recalled what Drake said, and he frowned. 'To think that some packs have not been looking for the hybrid. The werewolves were not putting their all into this search, but the vampires were ready to shed blood just for the same goal. I don't think we realize the weight of the issue at hand.'

"Mr. Clint," Miss Flora, the history teacher, called out from the front of the class, bringing Xavier back to the real world.

"Would you mind sharing with the class what you're so lost in your thoughts about or rather answer my question?" This was clearly an attempt to embarrass him. He had heard the teacher tag his name to a question before now; he just chose to ignore her until he was done with his thoughts.

'Even if I was deep in thought, there was not a thing you said that went past my ears and I didn't process.' Amongst the werewolves, Xavier was considered a genius for his strength, agility, skills, sharp senses, and his ability to combine them all at once. So even when it appeared like he was in a different universe, he was still very much attentive to his environment.

Tasha stared in desire at the person her eyes were set on. She noticed he had zoned out from the class, matter of fact he was like that half of the time she had classes with him, which made her wonder, did he actually come here to learn? And what was going on in that mind of his?

When Miss Flora asked him the question, he simply leaned back with a sigh and answered her question.

All Tasha wanted right now was just to make Xavier hers. No guy has ever piqued her interest the way Xavier did.

The class was done, and everyone proceeded to leave as it was the last class for the day. The teacher had already stepped out, and the only ones left in the class were Xavier and Tasha who was waiting to follow Xavier out the moment he stood up.Tasha realized he might not be leaving anytime soon and decided to move on with the plan she made earlier.

"Hey Mr. Clint," Tasha smiled as she rose from her seat.

"It's Xavier," he snapped without looking toward her direction.

"Please don't get wild, Mr. Xia," she said in a sexy voice while biting her lower lip as she approached his desk. "Such a nice name you got there. "Well, there’s no need to introduce myself since you already know who I am," Tasha said. She was very popular, so of course, even the new kids at school would know who she was on their first day.

"No, I don’t," Xavier replied coldly as he finally decided to look in her direction. His reply also was not what Tasha expected.

L'All good though, because if he knew my name already he would be no different from all those boys crushing on me… eww.'

"I’m Tasha, nice to meet you," she said, still keeping up the seductive voice as she placed her hand forward for a handshake. Xavier took it, but when he wanted to draw back his hand to its original position, Tasha held it firmly. His pull was strong, so she fell on him while he was sitting, and now their faces were just inches away. Xavier couldn’t move away since he was restricted by his desk and her body on him. Tasha wasn’t willing to move either; she loved how close she was to him.

"What do you want?" Xavier asked.

"I noticed how sad you looked in class. I just want to let you know I could make you feel good," Tasha replied, staring deep into his eyes, then staring at his lips while she bit her lower lip again.

Xavier wasn’t the type to let his emotions slip out through the look on his face. All she saw was how he would rest his face, with a frown.

It was clear to Xavier that Tasha was flirting with him, but he chose to play along. "How do you plan on doing that?" he asked as he wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her closer, which caused her to gasp and arch her back.

Tasha smiled. Things were going better than it had played out in her head. She was now sitting on one of his thighs and she loved how his strong arm gripped her little waist.

"I could show you now, if you don’t mind," she said as she trailed her index finger from his hairline down his neck to his collarbone.