“You’re…” pausing as I stared her over. She seemed normal but you could never tell these days. “Not like on any drugs or anything, right?”
Danielle cocked her head back before leaning forward with raised brows. Yeah, I just made it weird.
“Excuse me?” She countered with an attitude. “You knocked on my door asking if I’m on drugs.” She stepped further out as if she was ready to fight, but that’s when I noticed the letter and familiar seal from the university in her hand. “Are you?”
“The letter!” I exclaimed with relief. “You got one! Oh thank God! I thought I would have to explain this, okay so look.” I cleared my throat, feeling a bit more confident now. Maybe I can be the star pupil who champions this school. “My name is Maggie Grey. Vice President of Beta Nu Pi, and student secretary at Drew Collins University,” I stated proudly with a raised chin. I attempted to channel my inner Clementine, she always seemed so convincing when obnoxiously proud. “Home of the Ancestral Mythical and Magical and the leading institution in the Underground. I’m a second-year grad student in the teacher program. Your meeting is scheduled within the next,” looking at my phone with a pout of my lips, “hour.”
Shit, time is flying. When I looked up with a smile, it fell flat when Danielle just stared at me like I grew two heads, and she was trying to decide which one is real or not.
Yep. Just like I knew. I sound like a crazy overgrown woman child talking about a black Hogwarts. Today is going to be one of those days.
I was better off asking for drugs.
Coach Namir
Dr. Marvin T. Holmes stands in the center of the courthouse steps that lead to one of the most powerful buildings in the Metropolitan City of the Underground. The network of mythics, corporations, and just the basic need to survive in the Underground for all resided here, a train stop away from Cedar Park.
The white church with the red doors, where everything started was blocked off and heavily guarded, but I heard the rumors of the aftermath. You weren’t even allowed a few feet from the sidewalk to even take a picture of the destroyed historic building. The doors were covered and taped off with spells laid so thick, you could almost see it wavering in the air.
I pulled my Braves cap down, attempting to keep my face hidden underneath its shade as I towered over most of the frenzied media looking to get the money shot. Dr. Holmes was standing before everyone with his head raised, shoulders squared in a gray suit that looked fresh from the cleaners. The whites in his eyes looked to be fading, nearly invisible until he blinked.
Even now in chains, he still looked like any second now, he would break free and go on a murdering spree. Looking around, I tried to count how many of us could hold him off just in case something was to go off. I knew I could hold my own given whatI am but there were far too many women…Not enough exits and working doors. I shook my head, breaking free of the thought as an officer walked up with a red box that was chained and locked with silver buckles latched over it.
“Did they have to bring my dear Aunt into this?”
I didn’t bother turning around to know Bellamy Holmes was standing right behind me, blending into the crowd. He wasn’t as anonymous as he’d like to think he is even if few people recognized him as the grandson of the biggest criminal in the Underground.
“Is that who’s in the box?” I questioned.
“Yep.”
I could hear the cigarette lighter flicker as my nose tweaked at the smell. It was no ordinary cigarette just from the smoke, I could tell it was to dull the senses of those around us. Bellamy exhaled as a thick puff of white clouds blew past my face before muttering to himself. I suspect that’s how he’s been able to move freely amongst the rest when he does decide to step out.
“Let the shit show begin.”
The media began to scramble as cameras flashed and flickered. Reporters from all over the Underground including the social media journalists were front and center demanding to know what happened the day of the funeral. The day of the white church.
“Is Marvin Holmes going to be arrested?!”
“Where is the rest of the First Family?!”
“What is going to happen to Drew Collins University?!”
The chief of police stepped up to the podium and simply nodded as everyone continued to yell out at once.
“When are we going to get answers!?”
“I want to know what happened!”
“Is it true the First Family and the Kinfolk fought?!”
My brows jumped at the old school name before looking around. I haven’t heard the pack being called that since…I was a pup. You had to be in the know or around family to hear that term. Nowadays, we are just known as the Pack.
“Could this mean civil war against the wolves again?! Is history repeating itself?!”
“I want to know if we as the general public have anything to worry about?!”
“What does this mean for us?!”
