Chapter 4 ~Mine~

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"We're here!" Delilah chirps happily bringing me out of my daze. I look around us and see that we are parked in the beach's parking lot.

Damn this place is crowded. All types of cars are jam packed in this small lot. I'm surprise we found a park at all. I notice the sun going down and realize just how long it took us to get here from my house.

1 hour long of listening to music and Delilah's fresh gossip, can make anyone wish they we're dead. Delilah comes around to my side and links are arms together. "It's so pretty here. Look at that bonfire!" She suddenly yells.

I look where she's pointing and in the middle of the beach, a tall tower of orange fire is erupting. To say it was just a fire would be a lie. It looked beautiful and it took my breath away.

We looked around at all the seniors filling the beach and some looked familiar and some don't. There are at least 2,000 senior Werewolf's surrounding us.

We make are way towards the flames and music. A lot of people are already crammed around the Dj and swaying their hips to the music.

"Do you want something to drink?" Delilah asks pointing to the mini bar set up behind the Dj. I nod and she makes her way to the bar. I start swaying my hips to the music, joining my fellow pack mates.

I'm so caught up in the music that I don't even realize Delilah coming back with my drink and me taking it from her. I just sip the alcoholic drink in my hand and sway to the pop song playing all around me.

It's my twentieth drink when I actually start feeling a little tipsy. I grab onto Delilah and instantly notice she's not that balanced either. We both fall and stand back up giggling. That's when I smell it.

Blueberries and lavender is instantly filling my senses. I look around to find the pin point of the smell and I'm met with two large green eyes. And their focus are on me.

I instantly feel a pull that makes me wanna go straight to this stranger, but I'm suddenly blocked by a man that I recognized as Steve Noobe.

I start giggling when I remembered his last name. What kind of name is Noobe? I laugh and Steve joins me by wrapping his arms around my waist and makes his way to my showing stomach. I let out a

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