[Monday]
Zane's Lamborghini roared down the road, its engine humming like a predatory beast. The world outside blurred as the wind whipped through the car's open windows. The sun hung high, casting an amber glow over the city as the morning dragged on. Beside him, Malia was glued to her phone, scrolling mindlessly through UuVe, her fingers dancing over the screen.
"Zane, did you know that if you have sex too frequently, the chance of impregnation decreases by 15%?" Malia asked nonchalantly, her gaze fixed on her phone.
Zane, eyes focused on the road, didn't look at her. His voice was calm, precise. "That's a lie. It's actually 6.73%. And it's only significant for people with blood type O. You, on the other hand, have A blood type, making you...special, in a way."
Malia raised an eyebrow, her attention snapping to him. "Special? What are you talking about?"
Zane smirked, his hands still steady on the wheel. "You're special because, after being bitten, your blood would have mutated to Rh+, the same blood type as the moon goddess. It's rare among werecreatures."
Malia stared at him, shocked by his knowledge. "How do you know that?"
Zane simply shrugged, not missing a beat. "Don't ask how I know."
Before Malia could respond, she slapped her hand down on his lap with a mischievous grin. Zane winced, more out of surprise than pain, though he shot her a sidelong glance.
The drive continued in relative silence as the city passed by them. Zane's mind wandered, but he focused on the present—on the game that would soon begin. He glanced over at Malia again, her attention now completely absorbed by whatever she was watching on her phone. He found a certain tranquility in these moments, despite all the chaos that often swirled around them.
The Lamborghini pulled into the school parking lot, its wheels crunching on the gravel. They both checked their gear, making sure the advanced guns were safely tucked away and set to safety. The knives were secure in the compartments of their boots—well-hidden yet easily accessible.
The moment they walked onto campus, they were greeted by their usual group. Isaac and Erica were in the middle of a heated conversation while Monica stood nearby, looking ever-so-slightly embarrassed.
"Where are the others?" Zane asked, giving them a pointed look.
"Asha's with her cheerleading squad, Boyd's off at Coach's office, and Alicia's running late," Isaac replied, leaning casually against Monica.
Zane raised an eyebrow, glancing at the two of them. "I see you two are getting close."
"Yeah, these two lovebirds were just kissing and you missed it," Erica teased, her phone buzzing incessantly in her hand.
Zane shot Erica a look. "How many people have you been with that someone's texting you this much?"
Erica, unfazed, smiled and shrugged. "Actually, it's this guy, Kal Walker. He's cute, smart, and really nice. He's on the swim team, and I'm thinking of asking you to turn him."
"Wait, what?" Monica chimed in, raising an eyebrow. "You barely know the guy, and he's texting you?"
Erica leaned in, her voice low but confident. "I kinda sucked his dick."
The others stared at her, wide-eyed and speechless. It was Alicia who spoke up first, walking up just as Erica finished her sentence. Her jaw dropped, and she nearly spat out her juice. "What the hell, Erica?"
Zane, ever unbothered, merely nodded. "Well, it depends if he wants to be turned. People never realize how much their lives change after they become supernatural creatures. There's a lot more to it than just... well, you know."
Malia watched the exchange with mild amusement, but then her gaze shifted to Zane, a curious look in her eyes. "Zane, if I... you know... sucked your dick, would that make you feel good?"
Alicia froze, her drink hovering mid-air as her eyes bulged in shock. The entire conversation came to a halt, all attention now on Malia's bold question.
Zane didn't bat an eyelash. "Don't do it. It'll feel good, but they won't want to kiss you afterward. Trust me on that one."
Malia looked at him, contemplating for a second. "Is that true?"
Zane nodded, his face serious. "Yeah, it's the strongest toothpaste in the world. You get it in your mouth, and it's game over. I won't kiss you again for a long while."
Malia seemed to process his words, a slight frown pulling at her lips. "Okay, I won't bother then."
Alicia, recovering from the shock, tried to regain control of the situation. "Wait, what—" But before she could finish, she was interrupted by a new presence.
Asha arrived, accompanied by a new face. A girl with light brown hair, a slender yet athletic frame, and a natural charm that radiated from her every movement. She wore a black coat over a pink blouse, paired with tight jeans and combat boots that suggested both toughness and practicality.
"Who's this?" Zane asked, his voice curious but wary.
The girl smiled, introducing herself with a friendly tone. "Hi, I'm Stella Rhodes. A sophomore."
Zane's instincts flared. Beneath the surface of Stella's seemingly ordinary appearance, he could sense an odd mixture of power—demonic and witch-like energy intertwined in her aura. His gaze sharpened as he observed her more closely, his eyes glowing faintly purple.
"She's not just a normal student," Zane thought, his mind already racing. "A demon and a witch? This could be interesting."
His eyes locked onto Stella's for a split second as he probed her origins, his thoughts a blur of calculations and hypotheses. He entered his mental space—a white void with thousands of cubes suspended in time.
"Let's see what's inside," he muttered to himself, focusing on the largest cube in the void.
Time slowed, and the air around him shifted. He phased through the cube, momentarily lost in a sea of information. Within moments, he had the answers he sought, but he was not ready to reveal them just yet.
Returning to reality, Zane found Malia's eyes on him, waiting for a response. "Yeah?" he asked, looking at her.
Malia tilted her head, a smirk playing on her lips. "I thought you zoned out there for a second."
Zane nodded slowly, his thoughts still buzzing from what he'd learned. He turned back to Stella, now engaged in conversation with the others. He stepped toward her, his voice calm but laced with an edge.
"Stella," he began, his tone measured but inviting. "How about joining our pack?"
Stella froze, her eyes widening ever so slightly. A flood of information rushed into her mind as Zane subtly shared the possibilities of what joining him could mean—strength, power, and the protection of a supernatural force that few could challenge.
Her lips parted as the weight of his words sank in. "I... I'll think about it," she murmured, her expression unreadable.
Zane nodded, a sly grin curling on his lips. "Good. Don't waste your potential. You don't realize how powerful you could be."