The Denial

3: 18th birthday.

~Tyler~

I might not have mentioned this, but I'm a werewolf, and as you may know, werewolves have -or more like find- their mates on their 16th birthday, but for some reason, I still haven't. And its more likely that I'll find her today, on my eighteenth birthday. weird, but I don't want to find her. I want Grace.

Walking in the school hallway, getting many wishes from my friends, I caught a scent, a catchy one. It smelt so good, and I knew, its my mate. I couldn't resist but follow the weird scent of vanilla. I tried to stop my wolf, but it just growled and howled "mate"

There she was, my mate.

Her straight brown hair, flawless down her shoulders. Striking metallic grey eyes that can cast a spell on you.

Beautiful.

Her small frame covered in tights and an elegant black dress that stopped mid-thigh.

Beautiful, indeed.

That girl, my mate -soulmate.

Grace.

The girl I fell in love with when I was 12.

Mine.

Her scent got stronger as her eyes burnt through me. Walking past my opaque body, she stiffened, obviously because she felt the tingles. Now she can't resist me, not with the mate bond getting stronger.

"Found her?" A voice grabbed my attention.

"Who?" I turned to Jack; my best friend.

"Your mate?" He rolled his eyes, giving me his stating the obvious look.

"I -uh- no?" It came out as a question than an answer.

It just didn't seem right to announce such thing now.

Is it a blessing or a curse, mating her? That girl is mysterious, really. You know everything about her, but nothing at the same time.

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Now sitting in math class with one of my very hyper friends, Mark, who I am currently not giving attention to.

How will i tell her?

She's human and she hates me.

Even worse -she doesn't know werewolves exist.

The old, rusty bell rang, asking our dismissal.

Walking into the cafeteria, I caught her scent, and I could hear my pulse in my ears.

Mark, still standing beside me, cleared his throat, letting me realize I've been looking at her for quiet a long time.

"You're a fool," he stated frankly.

"A fool for her," I mumbled under my breath.

Mark sighed, and looked at me, "man, listen, first off, she's human. Second, its your 18th birthday. You are most likely to find your mate. Friendly reminder; there is 2% possibility that you will get a human as a mate. So get. Over. Her."

I rubbed the back, nervously. Pleading for an excuse or something to tell. Mark is trustworthy, I think I can tell him. I looked up to meet a surprised looking Mark.

"You found her, didn't you?" He asked.

Since I couldn't speak, for some reason, I gave him a nervous, toothy smile.

"Oh, my..." Mark trailed off. " Who is she?"

Again, speechless, I let out a nervous chuckle, then looked at my mate.