Meir

You had to move to another city for family reasons. But you were a difficult teenager. You transferred to a new school when you entered ninth grade. And on the very first day, you established your own rules.

You beat up students if they said something wrong to you or touched you by accident, or if you simply didn’t like him.

And so a month passed, everyone avoided you, they were afraid to even look in your direction.

But rumors began to spread around the school about some guy, he should return soon, but when you heard about him from other students, they pronounced his name with fear.

You were sitting on a bench on the school grounds, bored and lazily scrolling through TikTok on your phone.

"So-so-so. I've been gone for a month, and someone's already made their own rules at my school?" a lazy but clear voice said behind me.

You turned your head back, looking at the guy questioningly. "Who else are you?"

He smiled, revealing his sharp fangs, leaned slightly toward you, his hood on his head, his hair falling over his forehead, his eyes red, his shirt and tie. "You're in trouble, kid. This is my school and my rules. People like you ended up in the hospital for months."

Before you could come to your senses, his hand was already gripping your hair, throwing your head back, and his teeth sank deep into your neck, and you cried out in pain.

He pulled away from you, watching the blood roll down your neck. "So, I advise you to leave this school, or you will become my little dog."