Tall Dark Stranger

Tall Dark Stranger- Chapter One

Hey there people!!! I know I´ve been awol for a couple of days, but I´m back! I decided to write yet another story about werewolves. I just really like them, and although i have stories with Angels, Demons, Vampires and Fae planned, I still need to hammer out the little details on those! Hope you enjoy this story in the meantime.... plz comment or vote! :) ;) :P

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I hate New York.

I´m kidding, I love New York. I just hate being here right now. Yeah, that sounds about right. I thought coming here with my dad and best friend Amalia would be nice. A change of scenery, if you will. The oportunity to spend some more time together.

Bull shit. My dad, as Beta of the Blackmoore Pack, has to stay with the Alpha, Morgan Adair, at all times. A Gathering is held every 5 years, and this time Morgan brought his beautiful daughter Amalia along for her to find her Mate.

Me? I´m pretty sure that although I turned 16 about 10 months ago, attention is not gonna come my way. See, you don't change into a werewolf until you´re 17, so that still ages away. And given the fact that every other were don't consider you a "real" were until you change....enfin. Amalia is 18 now, and since she didn't find her Mate at home, the gathering is the perfect place to find her a partner.

And given the fact that everyone pitties me, back at home or anywhere else, I stayed in my room today. My mom died about a year ago, and it was hard on us. Me and my dad that is. She was his Mate, his partner, the other side of his Soul. And yet he didn't follow her. Some weres do that, dying shortly after their partner. But my father promised her he´d take care of me.....

So here we are. In New York City. Morgan paraded Amalia in front of tons of weres just this morning, like she was some sort of sales item to be auctioned. But what Morgan says, Morgan does, so Amalia better just suck it up. She´ll get him off her back once she´s found her Mate. I hope.....

A knock on the door surprised me. I´d been bored out of my mind. The afternoon had passe while I finished reading my book in record time and watched some lame ass TV show before just staring at the ceiling (which had some pretty interesting figures in its crumbling paint....).

I walked towards the door, but before I even reached it Amalia´s voice sounded through it.

"You´re going to open the freaking door or what?!" she said as I threw it open and hugged her swiftly before pulling her inside.

"I thought you were man-hunting or something like that" I said smiling.

"I was, but my dad gave me the afternoon off" she was laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Morgan Adair just "gave" you the afternoon off?" I huffed "Yeah right. What did you promise him in return?"

Amalia closed her eyes as she sighed heavily. I knew Morgan Adair loved bargains, and although his daughter was the apple of his eyes, he wouldn't just let her off the hook like that.

"I may have said I´d go out tonight..." she mumbeled as she opened one eye lazily.

"Go out? Where? With who?" I fired away, pretty sure I knew the answer.

"You know...to a club. With you" she was looking at me now with those puppy eyes that begged me to go with her.

I liked that about Amalia. She didn't use the "Alpha look" Morgan loved to use. You know, the I´m-the-Alpha-I´m-your-superior-jut-deal-with-it look that really pisses me off. Sometimes. Ok, most of the time. More like always.

I nodded, sighing as Amalia jumped off the bed and hugged me, saying something about hair and makeup....

I wasn't really listening, in my defense. As she dragged me from my room to hers, all excited about our night out, I was actually kinda happy. It would mean we´d have some time together, we would go out, score some drinks. Hell, maybe even dancing. It might not be my biggest hobby, but right now I could use something to cheer me up.