That is Your Mistake

Mikayla walked through the desolate school halls. The echo of her steps being the only sound she could hear, leaving her with an uneasy feeling. She clutched her bag closer to her chest as she neared the end of the hallway. Mikayla rounded the corner and immediately froze, her heart thumping so loud it hurt.

Ghostly stood there in the middle of the hall, “Mika…” He growled. His ears pressed against his head and his fangs bare.

Mikayla tried to step backwards but only stumbled and fell, her bag landed with a thump next to her. Her mouth quivered as she attempted to speak but only a soft squeak came out.

Ghostly moved towards her, his tail bristled and moved in a threatening manner, “I’m getting really annoyed and tired of chasing you.”

She managed to whisper, “W-we have to put a stop to this… I-it’s not healthy…”

He growled, “Not healthy? If you knew how to control your scent, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Mikayla grabbed her bag and glared, “I controlled it just fine. It is you who needs to control your instinct.” She opened the zipper and rested her hand inside the bag.

He took a few long steps, moving closer, “I’m at fault? It’s always you Ome-” Mikayla pulled the gun out of her bag and pointed it at him. “You wouldn’t dare…”

She narrowed her gaze, “I will. I’m so sick and tired of being wary of my surroundings all because you won’t leave me be. We broke up months ago.”

Ghostly smirked, “You’re too weak and pathetic to shoot an Alpha like me.”

Mikayla flicked the safety off and stated, “Your mistake for underestimating me.” She aimed her shot and pulled the trigger.