And Then There Were Four

Pollux.

I hadn't bothered setting an alarm for classes, expecting I would get up early, just like I had done so many times before. The problem was though, today of all days ended up not being a day why I got up early. The moment the sun hit me in the face, I had opened my eyes

and realized I only had forty minutes to get ready for class and make my way there.

Lucas could have been nice enough to tell me it was time to go, but as I passed his room in a rush, it was clear he had left long ago by the empty look to his room from the cracked door he had left open.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

"Fucking asshole," I muttered under my breath as I followed the route I was explained when I had first arrived. The letter had been vague, but I could see the peaks of the school from the window in my room.

Rushing through the gardens, I headed down the cobbled streets of the town, making my way towards the dark peaks of the school ahead. The entire argument from the previous night with Cassie and Odin rolled through my mind, but trying not to let it bother me, I pushed through until the large doors of the school came into view.

Did I know where these damn classes were? No.

But I was going to have to figure it out because I didn't have another choice.

The moment I passed the threshold of the building, I came face to face with a dark-skinned boy with blue eyes and black curly clean cut hair. He leaned against the pillar just inside the entryway, a white t-shirt clinging to his muscles, and blue jeans tight around his legs. I wasn't sure exactly who he was, but when his eyes met mine, he laughed.

"Pollux, right?" His voice was cool and collected tone. He glanced down at his watch and pushed off from the wall, walking towards me.

"Yeah... who are you?" I wasn't trying to be rude, but honestly, I had no idea who this dude was and yet he knew my name, obviously. He must have been waiting for me.

Chuckling again, he rested his arms

across his chest as he looked me up and down. "My name's Bronn, Bronn Straton m your tour guide for the first day, but I will admit we were supposed to have started forty-five minutes ago."

"Yeah, I overslept," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck in a sheepish way. "I take it class already started?"

"Yeah, you could say that." He chuckled as he turned and gestured with his hand for me to follow him. "However, they will make exceptions because you're new. Just don't make it a habit."

The way he said not to make it a

habit had me rolling my eyes behind his back. I had just graduated high, school and the last thing I wanted to do was go back to school again. had no interest in going to college. I was supposed to be training to be the best Alpha my world had ever seen, and instead, I was dealing with more bullshit than I wanted.

I suppose the training grounds here will suffice to strengthen me.

I just didn't want to do anymore book work.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, I instantly groaned because Bronn led me to a door that said Magic Basics 101. "What's this?"

Glancing over his shoulder at me, he quirked his brow and frowned. "Your first class."

"My first class? I don't remember this on my schedule." I said, pulling the paper out of my pocket listing four classes, and most of them were sparring and training. "Oh, yeah." Bronn chuckled. "Your schedule was changed this morning. Here I was given this list."

Bronn pulled out a piece of paper from his own pocket and handed it to me. The class list on it was far from anything that I wanted. Basic Magic 101, History of Celestials, Art of Self Defense, Leadership, and then Training. My eyes gazed over the paper he handed me and slowly my irritation rose.