The Luna's Triangle

Every wolf knew that after Wolverine High, it was college. Every teen wolf prepared for college.. including myself.

We all heard a lot about college, the fun, the freedom, the next step in pursuing your dream, the people, probability of meeting your mate. The last one though, not everyone was enthusiastic about it.

It meant an abrupt end to your whoring as a wolf and the beginning of your eternity with one person. That was how it worked here in my world.. speaking of worlds, unlike the millions of novels you read where every mythical creature lived together on the surface of the earth, the reality is very different from that.

Humans are of a different worlds from ours, we coexist with a few other mythical creatures which do not include vampires and witches but, we can, from time to time, visit their world in our usual forms. Unlike humans who have to let go of their physical body to live in either of our worlds.

Those novels got a few things though, we were created by the moon goddess Selena who remains the mother of all werewolves.

Moving on to avoid boring you out with the historical history of werewolves I present to you my journey; the sex life of college wolves.

Welcome to Euthia, the number three college on our planet. Everyone in this school is a hoe, well except they're already mated. Mating also works differently in my world, we don't have a fixed age to find you may be fifteen and find them maybe thirty and never found them but you can know when you will be finding them they visiting a seer.

Late last year I got the confirmation of when I would be meeting mine, and guess what, I'm only a couple of months away from meeting him. I plan on enjoying the next few months to the max and settle down with probably no regrets.

Don't give me that look, everyone does the same thing

I can't tell who I hate more, my high school teachers for lying to me about the whole first year college experience or myself for actually believing those lies.

I didn't really know a thing back then about college.. the blame should fall back on them. I'm cross at them, college is more stressful than every other stage I've been through my life.

"Hi." I say returning a wave to a familiar face whose name I have no vivid memory of, but I know I probably know from somewhere in school. Another college trait, meeting a whole lot of people and then forgetting who they are.

I was racing to the elevator, something I now did every morning because I was late for class every fucking time.

I was also racing for another purpose, the elevator doors were about to shut and just one person was in, missing this elevator meant waiting for another two minutes which I don't have for the next one.

Shutting out distractions, I increased my pace and literally slided through the small opening before the door sealed shut. I would have taken the stairs though, but then who wants to climb till the eleventh floor when you're ten minutes late already.

"Good morning." I greeted the guy whose face was buried into his phone and proceeded to check myself in the mirror.

I'm sorry but not sorry, looking good is a must in this academy.. not just for your whoring business, but for your identity as well.

I looked mighty fine, I was pretty, drew cat liners to make my eyes more beautiful even though they were hidden behind my glasses. Wore a gloss and a choker necklace, black and beautiful, was clad in simple high waisted jeans and crop top and had two rings on my left fingers and wore flats.

There was one more thing I needed to check out tho, how my butt looked in these fly jeans.. but I couldn't, I was in an elevator with someone else.

As though he had been reading my thoughts he looked up at me, I recognized him instantly.

For the past one week we've been entering the elevator together every time, at first I thought it was coincidental but I am having thoughts about it being planned. But then what could a smoking hot senior be looking for in a plain Jane? I couldn't even tell.

We never exchanged words, ever. We'd just fish out our headphones and get lost in music and waited for the ding of the elevator.

As routine, I wear my headphones and play a sublimation for wealth and beauty.. just because I could. He returns his attention to his phone and continues to go through whatever he had been looking at.

Abusing my abilities, I check out what his looking through.i wouldn't be surprised if it were porn and he has an airpod plugged in on his other ear.

Much to my surprise, it's a pdf of one of his course I'm guessing. I mouth a wow to myself, honestly I didn't take him for a nerd. He was just too hot to be one.

I mind my business the rest of the elevator ride and as soon as the doors slide open, I'm dashing through them heading for the general auditorium where we're having a general class.

As soon as I go through the classroom doors I text my girlfriend Crystal to know if she reserved a seat for me. She replies an enthusiastic yes and asks me to meet her at the left side of the auditoriums front.

Walking through the hundreds of seat, ignoring the lecturers scornful eyes I walk towards the front and sight my artificially blonde friend. She waved me over and I hop my way to her.

"Good morning." She says as soon as I plop that the soft seat.

"Good morning." I half moan as the seat caressing my butt gives me a wierd satisfactory feeling.

"Someone woke up on the pretty side of the bed today huh?" She said cheekily complimenting me.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Shut up, we both know you're prettier." I say winking at her. She snickered and pulled up her phone to the table.

"Guess whose nudes got leaked?" Trust Crystal to carry these types of news on her head.

I pretend to be interested, even though I'm more interested in the boy on her right who looks like he could model for a teens magazine.

"Stefan Troy?" She shakes her head.

Just Incase you're wondering, Stefan Troy is a senior whose dick pics went viral a couple of weeks back and I only knew about it because of Crystal.

"Nope, she's a girl." The guy next to her suddenly gets interested in the topic.

"I sorta heard the news." He chips in cooly stealing my attention. I watch him crack his knuckles attractively and lean into his seat, just because I found him attractive made everything he did attractive.

I'm no simp but, I take pleasure in watching beautiful things.

"You must have heard her name then." Crystal says giving him room to speak, taking hint that I'm liking him already.

"Amelia Cornfield." He says smacking his lips. My insides flip as the sound comes forth.

Come to think of it though, who the hell Is Amelia Cornfield?

"Argh, did you see the pics though?" Crystal asks her curiousity nearing its peak. I'm not going to lie, I also wanted to know.

"Er.. is any of you by any chance a feminist?" He asks and we both shake our head sideways vigorously.

"This is wrong but, I did see them and holy smokes her boobs are fine." He says rubbing his palm over his face.

We both giggle, although mine was as a result of discomfort.

"She's the prettiest she wolf I know." Crystal says making puppy eyes. I cringe inwardly.

"Do you wanna see her boobs Jane?" "Nope, I don't wanna?" I say pretending to be suddenly very interested in the gibberish the lecturer is saying.

"Come on Jane." He boy pouts making me smile and shake my head in pure disbelief.

"I bet Jane has nice boobs, come on pull one out for me to see." The boy says when I ignore both of them.

"No need." Says Crystal. "I have pics, took em while she was washing herself up one time."

I go crimson with embarrassment.

" You wouldn't dare." I deadpanned making her giggle stupidly.

"Torres." The boys treches out his palm for a handshake. I take the handshake and murmur my name out.

Since we're wolves, he hears me perfectly.

"It was nice meeting you Torres, now can I focus on the class?" I ask zipping open my small back pack to take my jotter and pen. Honestly I suddenly got interested in the class as he began to talk about our bodies as supernaturals.

"Sure." That was the last thing he said before I zoned into the teaching.

*

For the next one hour I had my butt glued to the soft cushion that I felt too weak to get up and head for my next class.

Crystal wasn't patient enough to let the lecturer leave the class and was already out before his time was up.

I forced my legs in standing position and hung my backpack once again and exited the auditorium quietly.

I wish I could say I was successful, unfortunately I wasn't.. few metres to the door and I hear someone squeal my name and run.

As soon as I lost control of my focus, I could hear literally every sound around me with all thanks to my ability.

Barely seconds after I managed to put my life together someone gave me a heavy tap on the shoulder making me shriek in pure annoyance.

"What the fuck?" That was me yelling and trying to even my breath out.

"My bad." She said tucking her hand into the pocket of her joggers.

"Martina.. you scared the shit out of me." I said stressing the shit.

" It wasn't on purpose." She said shrugging and I shook my head forcing myself to not demand an apology from her.

"You called me." I spoke up tilting my head a bit to show my disinterest in the conversation already.

"I saw you with Torres, you know him?" She asked leaning in a bit.

If everyone wasn't keen on minding their frickin business and getting out of here, they'd have stopped to give her a once over.

"Do you know him?" I ask instead of replying. I suddenly feel sick internally, her presence.

"I don't feel too good Tina, I gotta run.. plus my next class has started." I tell her, patting her right shoulder and spinning on my heel to face the door.

I mingle with the bodies and millions of scents to leave the auditorium.

As soon as I'm past the pack of wolves my phone notification goes off.

A message from an unsaved contact.

I'm pretty sure every college girl has had this experience, unsaved numbers calling, texting, unfamiliar faces saying hi. Maybe not just girls, but I experience this every day.

I swipe to open the message that reads.

'hi'

The message set my mood off and I feel sour, a simply introduction would do instead of a measley hi.. who texts a girl like this these days?

I ignore the text and quickly put on my headphone and head to the next class blasting a subliminal, knowing fully well every untrained wolf can hear me and ignoring every preying eye.

My next class is like a stone throw away from the auditorium so it doesn't take me a while to get there.

Since I'm quite late and none of my friends share this class with me.. I settle down somewhere in the middle of the class on one of the hard benches and fish out my jotter.

I remove the headphones and leave them to dangle from my neck.

"Pretty little thang." Someone says from behind holding both my shoulders and crossing his feet over the bench so he could settle down on my right next to me.

I don't bother to turn as I can tell him by his scent.

"Levi." I say allowing the warmth of his hand heat my skin. His touching gesture was very appreciated.

He let his hand drop down my back slowly and rest behind me on the seat. I turn to face him drinking in his beautiful qualities, I had the prettiest friends on campus. Not allowing myself to be carried away I frown at him.

"Keep your hands to yourself Levi." I say shrugging his hands off. Even though I so much wanted to satisfy my hormones, I had my pride and worth to protect.

He laughs and holds my shoulder pushing me against his body. I snuggle closer resting my head on the crook of his neck while he traced invincible lines on my left arm.

"What have you been up to?" I asked rubbing my right hand behind his back because I suddenly felt the need to.

"Nothing much, you?" "It's the same for me. I thought you were going to miss this class, you've not been attending it for weeks now." I point out twirling his shirt and looking at the front of the class waiting for the lecturer to breeze in.

"I've been busy with a lot of things lately." He replies and I nod.

The lecturer walks on and makes us detach to sit upright for the next lesson.

Since it's Pre-med classes, I pay full attention not wanting to miss out on anything, but then how would I give the lecturer my full attention when a wonderful good looking friend of mine decides to caress my thighs while class is going on.

"Why are we caressing a lady's thigh while class is going on?" I ask holding his hand in place.

He cocks an eyebrow.

"Well we both know the lady likes it." I smack his hand off at the comment.

" She doesn't, fuck off."