Chapter 1

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Alexia's (Point of view) :

Sweep, sweep, sweep, oh and fucking sweep. That's all I do because evidently I'm now a maid. Fuck this I'll do it when I get home. I go to my bathroom and hop in the warm shower and shampoo my hair then I hop out and put a robe on. I do my hair and makeup with the things they gave me to use for the gala. Thankfully our pack is so rich that the invitations for the gala is a full hair and makeup kit including a blow dryer, straightening iron, and a curling iron. Also a beautiful one of a kind dress. Most of the girls have enough money that they just buy their own stuff anyways but if it wasn't for this i would be wearing jeans and a tank top to the gala.

We get to pic the color of the dress they send and I picked grey because it is my favorite color. My dress is light grey with a million or more jewels around the top. It is long and strapless and it has a shall thingy to I guess wrap around my arms. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever owned. Not that I have ever even had a dress other than for the Halloween party every year. I put the dress on and then the plain grey heels they sent and then I wrap the thingy around my arms and im out the door down the thousands of steps because the bell for the gala rang about twenty minutes ago. I run out the door and down the sidewalk towards the gala room.

I enter the door and stop in amazement. It is beautiful, it is worth coming just to see the decorations. There is millions of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and the floor is covered in glitter and a few flower petals here and there. And the there is the two rows where the girls stand which is lined with candles and the ground where we will stand has a pink carpet. The boys is identical but their carpet is a deep blue color. There are two rows for first and second year comers. The girls and boys who come here the first year and don't find their mate have to stand in one line and then the rest which are here for the first time have to stand in a row as well. the boys face us and there is a bowl of bonding water in the middle.

Bonding water is for the people who find mates. You take your hands and place them together and put them in the water and it automatically puts a bond between you and your mate in which it allows you to read the emotions and feelings of your mate. By the way this year we allowed our twin pack to join us which is uncommon because the elders get nervous because our twin pack at the moment is a lot stronger than we are because their hasn't been any warriors mate for a hundred years here so pretty much we have about a thousand fighters and they have about ten thousand. I look the two rows of men standing there and god each and every one in that row is like a underwear model.

'Du du du du du' I hear the horns blow, "Give a round of applause for the warriors of the twin pack." and then I start clapping and then I freeze. I smell the most amazing thing ever. It can't be I do not have a mate and if I do there is no way he is a warrior. Then I see him. He has dark brown hair and green eyes, he is wearing a shirt that is just tight enough for me to tell he has a eight pack underneath. He has warrior marks up both of his arms and he has a thousand. Which means that my mate might just be the so called vampire slayer that everyone talks about. Each warrior mark stands for one vampire in which a wolf has killed, when they get to a thousand they quit counting because most of the warriors don't ever get there. But when they do they are crowned prince of blood which means that they are the most evil and scary wolfs.

My mate is the prince of blood... Why me? I feel dizzy and start to fall when I'm caught sparks fly through me and right before I pass out I hear, "My mate!" ......ZZZZzzzz....


That is the end of chapter one. I hope it is a good length because I am writing it on a laptop so I can't exactly tell how long it will be on a mobile device. Thanks sooooo much for reading until next time.

-TBL

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