My Destined Werewolf Mate - Chapter 162

The dread Eva has been apprehending all this time finally came true. Watching such an aggressive form of Clara who never stood up for herself, broke the arm of that bully just for Eva. She could evidently understand her loyalty towards her but she was blaming herself for all the chaos created within the school after that incident. She was shuddered thinking that something awful was on its way to happening to her.

But to her surprise, Clara was absolutely serene amidst the chaos. She showed no sign of panic. Instead, she started to smile more often. But somehow, her smile wasn’t pure like before. A diabolical shade of dubiousness started to project through her grin as if she seemed quite satisfied after what she had done.

Instantly on that day, everyone present in that room during the incident was suspended from school for a week followed by a submission of a written apology. Though the school authority didn’t terminate Clara, Eva knew it well, it wasn’t the end of their catastrophes that were coming on their way.

A week passed by with much anticipation and anxiety. Eva confessed every little thing to her parents that have been happening in that school. They were shocked at first but especially her father, Stevan decided to stand with Clara no matter what. She was overwhelmed to get such huge support from her family and was waiting to confess everything to her bestie till they meet.

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After a week, Clara joined the school again holding her usual tranquil eloquence looking much braver than usual.  But with her arrival, the cast of the other kids of her class seemed to be much terrified. The ginger-head girl was critically injured and hospitalized for major surgery. Conscious of her vicious attack, the rest of the kids didn’t dare to pick on Clara anymore and held their silence before the approaching storm.

But, Travis didn’t seem to be any restraint. He seemed much restless, palpitated from earlier, and continued glaring at her surging his wide black eyes as if he was plotting something heinous against her.

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Soon enough, Clara was summoned by their homeroom teacher, Mrs. Bonita who was holding a frowning face glancing at some records. As soon as she walked in, she raised her chin up and gawked at her scowling her eyebrows.

“Submit your written apology.” In a cold voice, she commanded her.

“For what?” Scrunching her pointed brows, she narrowed her gaze at her.

“For what? How can you have the audacity to ask that?” Mrs. Bonita shrieked out slamming the records hard on the table. “We were kind enough to not terminate you from the school yet you still haven’t a bit of shame for what you did?”

“That’s what I am asking ma’am… What did I do wrong?” She reciprocated boldly, standing straight before her.

“You darn brat!” She jolted up from her chair and snarled at her angrily. “You broke the arm of a student! She is in a bad state right now and yet you are so brazen to defend your deed before me? How disgustful!”

Clara quietly glanced deep down in her eyes and a painful small smirk appeared on her lips. “I have been bullied by those people over a period of a year. Every teacher, every member of the school knew about it but no one tried to bother. No one even tried to punish Travis when he hit my forehead with a metal can, causing my head to crack open. I was bleeding profusely, crying bitterly in the nurse’s office…but none of you teachers decided to stand up for me or even ask for a written apology from him. I guess you can still see the scar here?” She stroked her soft hair bangs up from forehead and a clear, dark scar was still evident on the temple portion just above her left eyebrow.

Letting her hair down, she smirked at her. “This time, when I did the right thing which should be done to a bully, you are asking from me a written apology letter? Ma’am, aren’t you all being too unfair on me? Just because I don’t have a status or a family, you people treat me worst than an animal? Should I submit my written apology or should you all atone to me–”

SLAP!

All of a sudden, before she could interpret her words a tight slapping sound rang among the walls which were quite unexpected for her. Scowling her jowls angrily, Mrs. Bonita was fanning herself in anger after hitting her quite violently. Clara stood still like a rock, lowering her grimace down with her fury dark eyes blazing in wrath.

“How dare you talk back to me? You are such a disgrace to our school! Either you submit the letter today or—”

“I won’t apologize to anyone. I was never wrong and I don’t regret anything…” Her dark voice sounded cold as ice as she murmured it. The storm of anger started to consume her inner core and her facial expression turned fierce as an animal. She clenched her fist behind her back and unknowingly, her arm started to tremble hard.

“You won’t? I have never met such an awful kid like you in my entire life! If you won’t write the letter then you are terminated from the school starting tomorrow. Today will be your last day here. Got it? Now leave!” She turned her face away from her walking back to her desk fiercely after spatting her harsh words.

All of a sudden, the arm that she was hiding behind her back started transforming against her will! Thick greyish white fur started coating her small arm and long, razor-sharp nails started to emerge out from her paws, in a fraction of a second. She wasn’t sane anymore and her inner wolf was finally taking over her body.

Fiercely raising her chin up, she gnashed her teeth in anger and mumbled inside her mind, taking a step closer to her. “I will kill you… I will kill every nasty human here before I leave–”

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GRASP!

All of a sudden, someone quickly grabbed her fur-coated small arm in the back while she took a step forward stopping her from moving ahead. She raised her chin up and saw a tall, handsome man with dark brown hairs covering his forehead was standing beside her gawking distinctly. His charcoal black enigmatic eyes seemed very skeptical while he clenched his grip tighter over arm thickly coated with fluffy fur. The sudden interruption was so quick that Clara was awe-struck for a few seconds.

Mrs. Bonita turned around distracted by bold footsteps that emerged in. Abruptly, she surged her eyeballs blurting aloud, “Mr. Ricci? Why are you here?”