"Alright children! Follow me now!" Professor Alistair shouted and sighed heavily. He was worried that this year's new arrivals would be as bad as the group that arrived two years ago at this school but, none the less, looked forward to meeting them all. The usual girls dressed in skimpy clothes made him cringe on the inside, the heavily built boys made him shift away and the nerdish looking children had him feeling sorry for them. But one student had his curiosity spiked.

She was quite tall and looked around 19, but she could have been younger. Her body; unlike everyone else, was covered in baggy clothes so there was no shape to her body. Her hair was hidden under large slouching beanie and then her face was covered by shadows cast by her hoodie. All of her clothing was black and at the moment she looked very daunting. Her aura was pitch black with spikes of an almost clear metallic gold flung through it like lightning and Alistair jumped upon seeing it.

See, Alistair could see people's aura's, as well as read people's emotions. He had never seen an aura like that before and had no idea what to think of it. Black was associated with darkness within someone, but the metallic gold was spiritual energy and power. He looked once again, and startled again. Her aura was now pure white with the same spikes through it. The angelic qualities. He shook his head and the aura was violet. He gave up there and started walking into the large building for the supernatural children.

_Ω_

"Students, welcome to Arisondale School of the Gifted and Talented. I am Headmaster Ruben and these are your teachers. We are extremely lenient when it comes to rules but those set to you by your teachers must be followed. As for the main rules of the school…" Pierce Jacobs turned out to the Headmaster almost as soon as he had started talking. He had heard this speech last year when he was 16 and the year before when he was 15, and didn't need it again. Supernatural… blah, blah, blah… Rules… blah, blah, blah… It was always the same speech and he could see that everyone else that had been at the school to hear it was bored already. Most of the newbies were tuned out as well except for those that were obviously going to be the teacher's pets.

His eyes of dark blue roamed the rooms; picking out those that would most likely be in his classes this year. He knew that he would most likely be stuck with a lot of Goths in Magical Defence, that or egotistic males that were on to many steroids daily to count. History would be with the nerds or dumbasses, and Sport would be with girls that hate sport or boys that think it was a competition. Uh, why did he have to be in this stupid supernatural school? He was almost Alpha material in his Wolf Pack anyway! But he couldn't complain. He had yet to find a mate; destined or suitable, to take as his own. He had another year to find one before his father would force him to mate, so he had been looking right throughout the school; talking to everyone and anyone.

He was still scanning the room when a heavenly scent hit him. It was like fresh rain and black roses. He tried to find the source of it but couldn't. He looked around and only saw a girl dressed in all black and completely in shadows. He stared at her until she looked up slightly and they both froze. She quickly looked down and didn't make eye contact with anyone. Pierce turned back around while Headmaster Ruben finished his speech, completely ignoring his words still.

"- And after today, I would like to see you all in the school uniform. They have all been delivered to your rooms along with the rest of your things. Have a good day, you are all dismissed." Pierce shot out of his seat to go to the girl, but she was gone. He sighed and ran a large hand through his light blonde hair, causing some of the close-by girls to swoon as his arms flexed. He lowered his arms and walked back to his friends but not before looking at the door to see the figure of black rush past it.

_Ω_

After she had gotten out of the halls, Halo had run down the halls and into her room. She was rooming by herself, thankfully, and she was happy when she started to take off her baggy black clothing. Underneath the baggy clothes was a beautiful girl. Her skin was the colour of honey and body curvy and full. She wore only a singlet and shorts at the moment, so you could see the wounds and cuts that adorned her skin from her close encounter with two male werewolves. They were fast healing as she was a werewolf herself and her enhanced genes made it even faster healing. She was a purebred werewolf; true, not bitten, and because of that the traits and skills of her family line had somehow been passed on to her. These traits and skills included gifts and abilities over most things.

Halo dragged the slouch beanie off her head and with it gone her dark purple and black hair fell on her back once more to sit just under her hipbones. She brushed it out and stood in front of her bathroom mirror to look at her eyes. They were a light violet colour, which set off her skin nicely. She sighed at the thought of not having her hair up in hiding or her eyes not covered in shadows. One of the rules had been the banning of hoodies and hats. She cursed under her breath and exited her bathroom. Grabbing the box that had been left on her desk, she flipped open her black pocketknife and cut the box open with the flick of her wrist. She pulled out five crisp white shirts with the letters ASGT written in a beautiful cursive and three short red and black tartan skirts and two pairs of black denim short shorts joined the shirts on her large king sized bed. Shoes were optional here so any sort of shoe could be worn with the normal school outfit.

Halo reached into the box again and came up with a note and a package.

This is your sparing uniform. I know it is quite revealing but as you are a shifter I have been told it is easier to shift with as little as possible clothing. If you also do dance this will be used. You may also be put into classes specifically for shifters so there may be a no clothing rule in there. Though I will be in your Magical Defence, I can't get you out of the non-clothing rules.

Sincerely,
Miss Arivia,
Magical Defence teacher

I shrugged at the thoughts of nudity in a shifters class; our shifting genes made us overly confident with our bodies. I was surprised I had a note from the Magical Defence teacher, but then figured that most of my peers would have gotten one as well. I opened the package and gasped slightly as I pulled out my sparring uniform. It was a sports bra, tight and black, with purple writing over it. I smiled at the Latin words that had been printed on it. Love, courage, faith, destiny, beauty. I pulled out some black Lycra short shorts as well and a pair of white sneakers. I could tell right now I wouldn't even use them during Defence. Maybe dance but not defence.

Another package was underneath my first one and this note was from the sports teacher, Coach Daniels.

This is your sports uniform. It must be worn every class unless told otherwise.

Short and sweet, cool. The sports uniform was a black sports singlet with Arisondale written across the front of it in red. The short sporting shorts had the cursive ASGT in red on the right short leg and a pair of black and red sneakers. Halo liked this sports uniform a lot more than her other one she had had in public school which had been an ugly green t-shirt and dark blue shorts. She shivered at the thought of it and started hanging up her uniforms and her normal clothes.

After that she collapsed on her bed, ready to fall asleep. She quickly grabbed her laptop and put it on her studying desk to charge. She put her iPhone 4S on charge and then bundled herself underneath the massive doona and fell asleep with one question on her mind.

Who was that guy in the dining hall?