Chapter 249: An Attack?
"So why are you telling me this?" Angela stammered, her eyes burning with anger. She didn’t even know if it was because of what Renn had done or because the woman standing in front of her was actually his mother. "Why do you even care that I should know?"
"I’ve been in your position before, Angela," Principal Valois said. The wind brushed across her face, making her red curls dance around her shoulders. Looking at her, one wouldn’t think she was lying. "People lie when they know you love them. When they see how vulnerable you are. Men are not worthy of our love."
Angela’s chest tightened. "Do you even realize what you’re saying?" she asked, covering her face with her palms, though no tears came. Her face burned with anger. She wanted to slap this woman, to storm off and face Renn herself. "I knew you had a son in this academy, but it never crossed my mind that it was him. I thought the bond between you two was different... not by blood."
Principal Valois shook her head slowly, her eyes filled with regret. "I’m sorry that you were deceived. It wasn’t my intention. Renn refused to let me tell you or his brothers. He wanted to keep it a secret, but I couldn’t anymore. I’ve already told the others. I only hope you can forgive me."
Angela clenched her fists, her phone gripped tightly in her hand. "I don’t care that you’re his mother," she said sharply. "You shouldn’t have told me if Renn didn’t want to."
The woman froze for a moment, surprised by Angela’s calmness. Principal Valois nodded weakly, her throat tight. She had expected Angela to lash out, but instead, the girl’s silence spoke louder than anger.
Angela’s phone beeped. "Excuse me," she muttered, turning away. Her heart felt unbearably heavy after everything she had just learned. Renn had lied to her. After promising there would be no secrets, he still hid something this big. Did she really mean so little to him?
She opened the message. It was from Alex. For a moment, she wanted to tell him everything that had just happened, but then she read his text.
Hi, Angel,
I couldn’t wake you up because you were sleeping so peacefully after everything that happened yesterday. I had to leave early for an assignment for the pack, and Stales is helping. We’ll meet you later at the celebration.
From the way Alex sounded, it was clear he was busy, so Angela didn’t bother to tell him what had happened. She only typed okay. It was better to go straight to Renn and let out the anger burning inside her.
As she walked, her steps heavy with rage, she began to notice how quiet the surroundings were. Maybe everyone was at the celebration. The silence felt strange, almost too still, as if the air was holding its breath.
Then something struck her. She stopped suddenly and pulled out her phone again, reading Alex’s message carefully. He said he had an assignment to do with Stales. But in her vision, it was Stales who had the assignment, not Alex. Alex was only supposed to help. So why did it sound like he was the one doing it now?
Her heartbeat quickened. The quietness around her. The empty path. The direction she was heading toward the hall, not the library. None of it felt right.
"Shit," she muttered under her breath and broke into a run. She quickly sent a warning through the communication link to the Alphas, then tapped a single word and sent it to Alex—Trouble.
Before she could reach the hall, a black van appeared, blocking the path. Panic rushed through her veins. She turned to go back, but men were coming from that direction too, dressed in all black, just like in her vision.
Her instincts took over. She sprinted toward the woods, her heart pounding. Those men weren’t Marcus’s men; she could tell. They moved differently, silent and calculated. When she saw others coming from the direction of the East House, her stomach twisted. This wasn’t a coincidence. It was an ambush and she was the target.
Angela ran as fast as she could, trying to reach the Alphas through the link. Only Taros responded. She managed to tell him what was happening, her voice shaking.
"I’m coming right now," he said, and the sound of his voice gave her strength.
The woods were cold and eerily quiet, the trees towering over her like silent witnesses. She pushed forward, hoping to reach the cave and hide there until she could think of a way out.
But then Miss Valois’s car came into view, speeding toward her. Angela stopped, confused. Did the woman know there were men after her? Could she be here to help? She didn’t trust her, not after everything that had happened, but part of her hoped that maybe, just maybe, this woman wasn’t her enemy.
"Why are you running? Shouldn’t you be in the hall?" Miss Valois asked, her voice steady but her face tense. She hadn’t even fixed her hair or makeup to hide her identity. That alone made Angela’s anger toward Renn rise again, but this wasn’t the time to think about him. If Valois could help her, then she would take it, no matter what happened before.
"I have men after—" Angela stopped halfway through her words. Her eyes narrowed. How did Miss Valois even know she was here, in the woods? They had parted ways near the west house, and now she was standing here, near the east side, as if she had been waiting. Something wasn’t right.
Then Angela remembered that Kaito had been called by Principal Valois just minutes before she left the dorms. The memory sent a cold shiver down her spine.
"Have you seen Kaito today?" Angela asked carefully, her eyes darting around. The men chasing her seemed to have lost track of her for the moment.
"No. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen him," Miss Valois replied, her voice smooth and casual. "Come with me, I’ll keep you safe."
Angela stepped back, her instincts screaming. She was ready to use her primal strength to run, but before she could move, Miss Valois was already beside her. The woman was much faster than she looked. Angela felt a sharp sting in her neck—a needle.
Her eyes widened in shock. Her vision blurred almost instantly.
In her vision, she had seen this. A lupine sedative.
"You can’t run from your fate, little wolf," Principal Valois’s cold voice echoed as a cruel smile curved her lips.
Angela’s fingers clutched her neck as her body began to tremble. Her mind spun with confusion and disbelief. Those exact words—she had heard them before, in her vision, right before everything went dark.
Her heart pounded painfully as realization struck. This was it. The same fate she had seen. She had truly been fooled by both the mother and the son.