My Fiery Mate

choed through the ro

ed up to find everyone in the class staring at he

Lireal, her heart ham

annoyance was evident in her tone. "Don't you even know that, Lire

...um..." She glanced around the room, seeing everyone staring at her expec

row in front of her. The entire class erupted into laughter, and Lireal felt a f

emember something as simple as

fuel to the fire. "Well, Lireal, maybe if you spent less time daydreaming and more t

to cut deeper than any insult her classmates could come up with. She felt as if she was being punished for something she had no control over

t of the classroom, not bothering to look back, her shoulders hunched inward, her head hung low. The hallways were crowded with students, but she didn't care; she just wanted to be alone. She

lapsing on the toilet seat, her shoulders shaking as she cried. The tears flowed freely now, streaming down her face. Then she

're related to her!"

lied another voice, which Lir

at killed her parents star

a demon child. She was probably the one

her chest. She wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear. But as she sat there, sobbing uncontrollably. Is that what people thought of her? She wondered. That she was som

ly. No wonder she doesn't have any friends. It's like

g locked. Fear gripped her as she realized she couldn't leave. Tears continued t

ow you're in there!" cal

there. But it was no use. With a loud metallic creak, the bathroom stall was kicked open, shattering the flimsy lock and sending pieces of meta

s she surveyed Lireal, cowering in the corner of the stall.

r voice cold and unyielding. "You should have been left to burn with your parents." Lireal's breath hitched in her throat as

. With a single, powerful blow, she struck Lireal acros

They had gotten their wolves' whilst she was wolf-less, leaving her defenseless against their brutality. As she struggled to regain her balance, she felt some

muffled sob. Her hands clutched at her hair, trying to relieve some of the agony as she looked up at the four girls who surrounded her.

ater. She walked up to Lireal. Lireal's sobs were audible, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With a wicked smile, Willow unscrewed the cap of the bottle and

their cruel amusement only adding to Lireal's agony. As she stood there, shivering fro

f from the onslaught. But there was nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. The girls took turns kicking and punching her, their blows raining down like a relentl

d the bathroom door and casually strolled out, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened. The hallway outside was crowded with students, their faces a mix of cu