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“I guess it would be. Definitely can’t deny that” Colsin finally agreed. Nevertheless, he did acknowledge that this would only happen if he couldn't find his true mate. “But don’t hold your breath, brother,” Colsin added so as not to give his counterpart too much hope.

“You know how voracious my appetite is, Colsin,” said Shadow. “I have a feeling about this one.”

“Only because you seem to be transfixed on her tail, Shad,” Colsin argued as he watched her turn the corner, Colsin responded hastily, without much emotion. “There’s a lot of pretty girls in Mystic Cove, Shadow. Best not to dwell on a nobody. We can’t afford to waste time on someone like that.”

“You don’t know what she is, Colsin,” reasoned Shadow. “She is an Undecided. We have no way of knowing what she is yet. Nor do we know her title.” Colsin’s beast continued to try to reason with logic. The young alpha was curious as to why his counterpart was trying to convince him of this.

“An Undecided is ultimately considered an Untouchable, Shadow,” Colsin impatiently reminded his wolf. “And even if that wasn’t the case, never in history has an Undecided been a high-ranking inhuman, Shad-not in our kind. Not in any kind that I know of and I know good and well that you remember the conversation that we had with the alpha. Regardless of how cute she is, it doesn’t change the unarguable fact that we need an alpha, Luna. We need to ensure the Stone’s family legacy. We cannot afford to risk that on some nobody…simply because she is okay to look at. “Besides, I don’t think dad is too fond of the lone wolf and her daughter. It’s best to stay on his good side,” said Colsin, taking into consideration that his father had been particularly more impatient than he already was since the death of Colsin’s mother.

Sensing his counterpart’s feelings, Shadow decided to give the conversation a rest for the time being. “Whatever you say, Colsin,” he said as they headed to class.

Physical Abilities was a class that Nel quickly realized would be her least favorite. This would be her third time attending the class, and yet again, there was no permission from her mother to display any sort of power.

As she watched the majority of the classroom display abilities bordering on similarity, Nel realized that the little that she had displayed would be scrutinized by the others as she hadn’t yet seen anyone display one like hers. Most of the student’s powers consisted of protective shields, different forms of telekinesis, telepathy, and empathy, and others of magic bordering on sorcery. 

Admittedly, Nel was amazed to see the powers that were being displayed, but with each student who was up, she knew that she was closer to being called on and embarrassed. They weren’t supposed to have their phones with them during an active PA session, but Nel needed to know her mother’s answer. And although her mother had done a poor communication job thus far, a small hopeful part of Nel thought there was still a chance that she’d finally get a yes from her mother.

“Miss Larken?” 

And there it was, her name finally called. Everyone’s eyes were on her, and she hated every second of it. There was no point in looking at her phone to see if her mother had finally reached out with an answer because Nel knew she hadn’t.

Nel swallowed the lump in her throat and shook her head. There was nothing to show, and usually, when there was nothing to show, that meant that she didn’t have to step up.

“Still don’t know what your power is, huh?” asked the teacher. His name was Mr. Wilde, and his eyes said what his mouth wouldn’t. 

“No, sir,” she replied. “Not yet.” 

“Would you like to come out and at least try to see if you have something to bring to the table?” 

Bring to the table; in some sense, this was a bit of an insult to Nel. It was almost as if she’d have nothing to bring to the table if she displayed no powers. On another note, however, she couldn’t help but agree with him. In what way could Nel be useful in a society of inhumans if she displayed not one iota of inhuman nature?

Cautiously, Nel looked around, and it frustrated her that so many of her peer’s eyes were on her. They wanted to know if Nel had anything under her sleeve. It was hard not to notice everyone’s eyes on her, but what was worse was a particularly heated stare. The young alpha stood there at the end of the line, arms crossed, watching her almost expectantly. She didn’t like this heated stare and it seemed that the girl standing next to him didn’t enjoy it much either. Sara.

Frustratedly, Nel looked away, realizing that she’d no doubt have a problem with her later. Quickly, she shifted her verdant and solemn gaze to the ground, trying to figure out what answer she wanted to give the teacher who’d asked a reasonable question of her. Did Nel have a trick or two up her sleeve? Yes, she did, but could she display this power?