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I walked quietly into the courthouse, following my upbeat mother. She jabbed repeatedly at the elevator button. As the bell dings an the elevator arrives, she let out an exasperated sigh. We stepped into the small, cramped, room which was enveloped in silence and uncomfortableness. Reaching the third floor, we exited the elevator. She was almost sprinting to receive my schedule for school. Racing to catch up with my mother, he caught my eye. His long, shaggy, black hair framed his perfect hazel eyes which were now rested curiously on mine all while speaking to a man in a black business suit. I continued walking, unwillingly and we both stop when my mother enters a room to talk to a woman named Heidi. I waited patiently sitting against the wall by the doorframe slowly nodding off to sleep. My eyes snapped open, now looking intently on the boy's eyes.

"My name is Michel...I just started school here. I moved all the way from an unknown town in Mexico," his voice soft and smooth.

"Claire View?" I asked shakily as he helped me stand up. He chuckled at my size. I was small and petite.

"Yes, how'd you know?" He asked.

"Lucky guess." His hand bumped mine and sent shivers down my spine.

"Mate..." He whispered. I gulped deeply. My hands were already shaky before he insisted on touching me, now I was trebling. I wondered if he was Alpha or Beta or from a lower rank, but for one thing for sure, we were both werewolves.

"Serenity, I have your...schedule -" she slowed her sentence to a complete stop as she noticed Michel and I. My mother was a full blooded human, never to know of the joy a mate's love. How I am a full blooded werewolf? I have know clue. She handed me the sliver of paper she clutched in her hand. As he held my waist, she instantly knew who he was.

"Alpha Michel, Luna Serenity, excuse me, but I must be returning to my own pack house. As should you be returning to pack black water. I will be waiting at the pack house for you Luna, I expect to see you home by dark," my mother said, turning on her heel. She rubbed her large baby bump. She wasn't too old, only thirty-seven, still young enough to have a baby. A beautiful baby girl named Clarity will be born in a matter of three months.

"Take care Mum! I will be home soon!" I yelled as she walked down the hall.

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