Chapter 11 I Can Shift?

• Jennifer's POV:
• News spreads fast, especially when it involves Brian. But Marcus didn't question me about why I kissed him. He just told me something about Brian.
• No! I shook my head vigorously, trying to push down the surge of emotions rising inside me. I shouldn't be thinking about this anymore. Brian's future has nothing to do with me.
• When I got home, Daisy was already waiting for me on the couch. The moment I walked in, she grabbed my arm and started bombarding me with questions, all of them about Brian.
• "Come on, tell me everything! What did Brian say to you? Did he confess his feelings?"
• Remembering Brian's bold move made my face flush with embarrassment, but I quickly shook my head. "No, he didn't." He hadn't confessed. He was just ... desiring me.
• Daisy looked disappointed, but she insisted, "Jennifer, Brian really sees you differently. I think you should be brave and go after him."
• I sighed, knowing she was just trying to help me move on from my heartbreak, but her advice felt more like trouble than anything helpful.
• Shaking my head again, I knew that nothing was ever going to happen between Brian and me. We come from two completely different worlds.
• Who was Brian, after all? A man whose every step sent ripples through the entire pack—a powerful figure who had even saved high-ranking members from other packs. He was looked up to and admired by so many werewolves.
• Though the kiss we shared today and his touch had stirred something unfamiliar inside me. However, all those thoughts vanished the moment I saw Marcus.
• "There's no future for me and Brian. Stop giving me bad advice."
• I tossed that remark over my shoulder and headed to my room to get some sleep.
• "But he's going to be the next Alpha! Didn't you see how Claude acted around him today, like a mouse before a cat.?Just imagine how incredible it would feel if you became Brian's Luna," Daisy called out, making me pause.
• I paused mid-step, sighing again. "Daisy, if he weren't the next Alpha, maybe ... just maybe there could have been something between us."
• The most important thing for me now was to adjust my mindset and go back to school to continue learning the combat techniques of werewolves. I need to awaken my wolf as soon as possible—at the very least, I don't want to be the weakest wolf in the pack anymore.
• Claude had been assigned as a teacher at the school, and I was the oldest student who hadn't yet awakened my own wolf. I hated how that reflected on him, so I dropped out, planning to never return. I figured I'd find an excuse after I got married. But now ... now I knew that I couldn't rely on anyone else. Only I could ensure my own survival. I needed to become stronger, at least strong enough to protect myself.
• Early that morning, I got out of bed and got ready to go back to school. I put on a set of sportswear to make myself look much younger and more vibrant.
• Stepping onto the training field, the sight of so many werewolves in action made my head spin. When I was still attending, I could feel the whispers of others. They thought I'd never awaken my wolf, that my presence was just a waste of the pack's resources. I believed it once, too. Claude's affection had shielded me from the harshness of those thoughts. He used to tell me it didn't matter if I never awakened, that he would always protect me. Haha! What a joke.
• Now, all I wanted was strength. I was ready to face their ridicule without backing down. I was willing to train harder. I have a feeling that my new life was about to begin.
• The only problem? Claude was still here. I saw him approaching from the other end of the field, and a curse escaped my lips as I turned to walk away. But he followed me, blocking my way as we reached a secluded path lined with trees.
• He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me toward the farthest part of the path. It was secluded, quiet—no one came here often. Anxiety crept into me. If Claude wanted to do something to me here, I knew no one would hear me scream.
• Ignoring my cold expression, he looked straight into my eyes, urgency in his voice. "Jennifer, I need to ask you something."
• "There's nothing we need to talk about. And I don't owe you any answers."
• I spat the words out icily, stepping around him to leave.
• There was nothing between us anymore. Why should I answer to him? Who was he to demand anything from me?
• "What's going on between you and Brian? Did you sleep with him?"
• Claude suddenly grabbed my arm, his voice loud and demanding, his face twisted in anger—like he'd been betrayed.
• I looked back at him coldly and let out a mocking smile. Males. They thought they could betray their werewolfess, but heaven forbid the werewolfess move on. Claude probably wanted me crying over him forever, like a helpless fool. But that wasn't me, and I wasn't someone like Maya, who was dependent on a man for survival.
• In retaliation, I scoffed, "What does my relationship with Brian have to do with you?" Does it matter to you whether or not I slept with him? Claude, don't you think you're overstepping?"
• The moment he betrayed me, any connection between us ended. What right does he have to question me now? Who I sleep with is none of his business.
• "You did it, didn't you?!" Claude's face twisted in fury as he yanked on my arm. His other hand grabbed my chest through my clothing. "Did he touch you like this? Did he make you have your climax?"
• "Let go! You're hurting me!" I struggled to push him away, but he gripped both my wrists tightly, leaving me powerless to move.
• It wasn't just the difference between a werewolf and werewolfess; it was the strength gap between a Beta and an Omega. I couldn't fight him off. All I could do was watch helplessly as he started to pull down my zipper.
• "You belong to me, Jennifer," he growled, madness gleaming in his eyes.
• The cool air hit my skin, making me shiver. I realized what he was about to do.
• I should've been scared. I should've begged him to stop. But I wasn't scared—I was furious.
• "My foot! Like hell, I belong to anyone!"
• As he leaned in to kiss me, I snapped, sinking my teeth into his throat. I felt something sharp emerge from my mouth, puncturing Claude's skin, and then ... I tasted warm blood.
• "Aaagh!" Claude shoved me away, his hand shooting up to his throat. He stared down at his palm, eyes wide with shock at the sight of blood.
• Did I really bite him? Did I grow fangs? I ... I can shift?!