A/N: I'll update again in seven days!

Ginger's hand touched the cold handle at the entrance of the school. It must've been the feel of the smooth wooden object under her clammy hand that caused a sweeping wave of doubt to flood her gut. She swallowed and let her hand slide to the bottom of the handle as she inhaled sharply, letting the air fill her lungs completely before exhaling.

"You can do this," she whispered, trying to calm her fluttering heart.

She knew what the real world was like. She had street smarts and book smarts. They'd been sheltered, they're privileged, some of them were even royalty and probably have never had to lift a finger... they're demons. Ginger was miles ahead of all of them. She could do this. She could. And then she could finally be with Lucca.

Ginger could own these high school supernatural teens. She could bring them to their knees like she had adult Sups in the past, like the ones that begged for mercy when they realized this girl was going to end them. As she'd gotten older she'd found that if she used the werewolf dust from her sword on vampires and the vampire dust on werewolves she could render them paralyzed from the neck down for up to two hours. That's when they really begged.

Plus, she'd been hiding from the system ever since that incident with Lucca and the fire. After Bob, the grocery store owner, and the library basement she'd found a place with an apartment complex owner named Bubba. He was a mean, crotchety old bastard that would ogle her ass post-sixteenth transformation, but he let her pay him by doing odd cleaning jobs or cooking him dinner, instead of cash. She was sixteen, but she couldn't legally get a job without someone finding out about her and at the time, she hadn't had the means to change her identity yet, so it worked well.

What other teenager, supernatural or not, could claim all that?

Ginger bowed her head and exhaled. Her hand cradled around the curve of the fancy Venetian bronze door handle as her once carrot colored hair turned auburn fell, covering her face. Her stomach lurched and she dropped her head against the door.

What was wrong with her? Not even a pep talk could work? This was going to be huge and Lucca would love her for it. Humans would be safer everywhere after she was finished. She remembered Lucca saving a human male once from a born vampire, how he'd ripped into her with the serrated silver tipped knife, a miniature version of the sword Ginger had found so long ago. When the vampire had looked at him, Lucca had sneered and pressed a blue button, something her sword didn't have, which led her to believe there was an updated version of the weapon.

When the vampire was finally dead Lucca had left the body in the park to wait for his clean up crew, but Ginger had been there first and pulled the vamp far enough away to slice his chest cavity open. That knife Lucca had used targeted the heart of the creature. It was something she'd found out as soon as she got through the pericardium. Slivers of wooden chips had ripped through the vampires gut, eviscerating him from the inside until the shards entered the heart where it settled into a wooden ball of spikes.

Being near Lucca wasn't her only motivation. She wanted that serrated knife too.

Ginger pushed the tip of her nose against the door and turned her body sideways to rest against it. She needed to calm herself down a little more before she entered the building. So she thought about Lucca some more. She couldn't remember when her childlike awe and admiration for him had turned into a sexual burn that consumed her day and night. She'd even promised herself after the school massacre, once she got into H.A.S.P that she would confess to him.

And she wasn't that gangly carrot topped child...or teenager anymore. That had all changed at midnight on her sixteenth birthday. It was like she'd gone through a transformation really. Her awkward looks had literally vanished over night. Ginger hadn't even recognized herself that morning when she looked into her rusty vanity mirror.

Milky white skin with a soft pink glow had replaced her once splotched red and freckled skin, her light green eyes had changed to a bright, glowing blue color. She'd screamed loud enough that Bubba almost barged in on her. After that day her clothes were too tight as well. She had to lift a size C bra from Wal-Mart and two pair of jeans that catered to women who had much back. Now, when she went hunting, she had to bind her chest because the suckers got in her way. And every time she looked in the mirror, she had to double check it was her because she was so eerily beautiful. It's strange, because three months ago, before her birthday she'd been an ugly dog.

And she wasn't one of those annoying girls who pretended to be ugly. She had been ugly and then sixteen came and the ugly duckling was a swan. She'd wondered a couple of times if a witch had cast a spell on her. It couldn't have been for revenge though, because the only trouble she'd had being beautiful was she was more noticeable when she went hunting and she had to bind her breasts. That was just downright uncomfortable, but not revenge material.

People always stared at her, but for the first half of her life it had been because she was an unappealing carrot head with polka dots. They stared now because she was far too appealing and that made her nervous, made her clumsy, especially when males winked at her, ergo, her being more noticeable. Or maybe it was the fact that her sex drive had quadrupled over night too. She didn't want to be a hormonal teenager, but that's what she was blaming this transition on. Puberty, the internet had called it.

"Are you gonna go in or just make out with the door?" The deep voice seemed to side swipe her, startling her out of her thoughts.

This part could be the revenge material if it had been a witches curse versus puberty. The reaction happening to her right now, this could be it.

With her head still down, her nostrils flared at the woodsy masculine scent, and she clenched her teeth as a burning path trailed down her belly and pooled between her legs. This guy was toxic to her. Her lips brushed against the door when her mouth fell open, practically begging her to turn and sink her teeth into his flesh. She released the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding and swirled her tongue in a circle around her dry lips.

It was an instantaneous response to his voice alone. She didn't even have to know what he looked like, the smell was enough, another factor of her transformation that could be considered a revenge tactic. Smelling certain things wasn't always as pleasant as it was right in that moment. After her birthday, she could smell a mildewed mayonnaise and turkey sandwich from at least a mile away if she focused. But if her sense of smell had heightened with food and run of the mill things it had doubled in regards to the opposite sex. Particularly men she was attracted to and in some cases she only had to hear them. It was like a drug.

It was her drug.

Her eyes glazed as she sagged against the door handle, cringing when the whimper she'd been holding in escaped.

When she'd realized what was happening to her, Ginger had tried to put a stop to it. After all, she was saving herself for Lucca. But short of ignoring it nothing else seemed to work. Sometimes it was easier sometimes it wasn't. Like right in this moment, as her knees shook to keep from throwing herself at him. If she asked him to take her in front of the school, she would regret it. Lucca was going to be her first, for everything.

Ginger took a deep, shaky breath and clamped down on her bottom lip hard enough to draw a little blood before lifting her head.

"God," she whimpered.

He was huge and divinely gorgeous. His wind swept charcoal colored hair fell into the deepest green eyes she'd ever seen surrounded by inch long eyelashes. He was so very clearly not human. If she caved and let this wolf touch her, Lucca wouldn't be able to even look at her. He would hate her.

She forced the disgust to well up inside her and she scowled as her eyes seemed to linger on his lips. How could she even be attracted by the scent of a wolf? She was human, he wasn't, it defied everything, but no matter how hard she tried to hate him her body just didn't seem to understand.

"Whoa," he said, lifting his nose into the air and sniffing it. His nostrils flared and the forest green of his eyes darkened as he took a step back, lifting his hands up in warning.

Her body trembled with the effort it took to push away from the entrance of the school. She needed to resist this animal, but just as she thought the words another whiff of his woodsy wild scent caused another wave of dampness to seep into the crotch of her panties. When his eyes dropped down it was like he knew her secret and shame flushed her cheeks red.

He took a step forward, still sniffing the air. "You smell amazing," he said gruffly with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

This had happened a few times before. Though she didn't react this way to every man she'd encountered, the few it had happened to, aside from one, all had heightened senses and would sneer at her, or proposition her. She expected the teenaged wolf in front of her to do the same, but it surprised her when he cleared his throat and the red flush that had spread across his face deepened. "You're new?"

She gritted her teeth, not really wanting to converse with him, but if she wanted to blend in she needed to curb her dislike and her unwanted desires. Plastering a smile on her face, she lifted from her slouch, standing tall. She addressed him in what she hoped was a normal teenage valley girl tone. "What gave me away?"

"Your reaction to the-err, the-um, the building, honestly it is a lot to take in. Especially to humans," he paused, his brow furrowed as he gave her a once over again, "but it's not so bad." He smiled, shifting his school bag from one shoulder to the other.

"Humans?" Ginger paused. She knew the school accepted humans, but she was also aware that most humans were supposed to be ignorant of any supernatural beings, unless they were employed by a Sup family.

"Um, yeah." He paused again, suddenly looking nervous. "Who are you employed to?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"What family do you work for?"

Shaking her head and what she did next may not have been the best idea. "I don't. I'm new and hoping to get a family..." she said, but stopped when his face shifted into a scowl.

"This isn't your average prep school. This an elite school, you don't come here unless you have a family that you work for."

"But I was accepted regardless," Ginger said, keeping her voice steady as she folded her arms across her chest.

"That can't be right," he said.

"Hael, who is this?" A shrill, very high pitched voice snapped from behind him.

"Lyssa-"Hael paused and turned towards the voice. "I think admissions may have made a mistake. She doesn't work for a family and she's human... I think."

If Hael was a six foot night, then Lyssa was a five-eight day. She was the sun and he was the moon, a yin and yang that looked startling when standing side-by-side. Lyssa's hair was golden. It wasn't blonde, or wheat, it looked like shimmering gold with matching, slightly more syrupy, colored eyes. Ginger wondered how rich she could be if she stole a piece of Lyssa's curly long locks.

Ginger had known instantly that Hael was a wolf because he radiated wildness, strength, and even authority to an extent, but in Lyssa it was more subtle. She only knew the girl was a wolf for sure when her buttery colored eyes tinted red.

The thing about werewolves is that they're all very large. When Ginger had dissected her first werewolf she'd been surprised with the eight chambered heart: four atria, four ventricles, and two aortas. They were even equipped with duplicate veins and arteries, which had taken hours to sort through. With werewolves, it was like two people lived inside one body in regards to the anatomy of the heart, veins, and arteries. The transition from human shape to werewolf required more blood and oxygen to travel through the body, meaning they had multiple internal organs to perform other necessary functions as well. The left lung had also been different, bigger. Instead of the normal two, it had three lobes, since more alveoli meant more oxygen. Because of this, saying they were simply 'large' was an understatement.

How these particular Super natural's passed for human was beyond her. Even the kids were doubled in size compared to normal human ones. The most troubling thing about werewolves wasn't there size though; it was their wild, unpredictable natures and strength. Something Ginger knew she was about to experience.