Chapter One

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-Monica Thompson's POV-

In my pack every birthday is a joyful one, no matter what rank you are. It's the same thing for that person every year until they turn seventeen. This is when we shift. The thing is, people have the whole fact of being a werewolf wrong because they're missing a few key points.

First, we don't just get to shift at some point during the day on the day we were born. We can only shift sometime after the minute we were born because only then will we truly be seventeen, all before that we are just celebrating the fact that we were born at all. In my case I have to wait all day because I was born at 9:12 p.m.

Second, it's not you and your wolf in your body, there's only one entity. You. The wolf is just another part of you, like a trait, and its just another form that our bodies are capable of taking. And that voice in our heads? It's not like another person talking to us it's more another part of our personality coming through and telling us what were doing is not the best idea or that somebody needs help and sometimes it tends to know more then we do. So I guess it could seem like another person, but its really just another side of us, so, this side doesn't have it's own name.

Third, we don't automatically love our mates. We have a choice: we can choose to love them, or choose not to love them- as in rejection. Another thing to go along with mates is that strength doesn't matter. What matters is what kind of person you are or will be because no matter what you do, what choices you make, destiny will take you where you're meant to be. the last thing for mates is that we get to feel when they're cheating on us, even if we haven't met them yet. It's the fact that we are meant to be together and they're choosing someone else over us, that causes the pain. But I've only learned all this from what I've been told because I haven't met my mate yet seeing as how today is my birthday and I'm laying in bed staring at the ceiling in the middle of the day because I'm not allowed to come out of my room until told.

I felt someone mind linking me- mind links work like chat rooms, there's private and public- so I listened in on that.

'Get ready. There's a box with a dress outside your door.' As I recognized my best friend Camille's voice flitting through my head I sighed and walked to the door to retrieve the box. Inside I found I dark blue dress with a high neck that tied up around my neck, covering my whole chest. The dress fell to about three inches above my knee and had small floral patterns on it in different shades of blue and green. It was pretty yet sexy in a very conservative way.

I added a light layer of cover-up to my face. Then, put a nude color eyeshadow on and put darker shades of brown heading towards the outer corner of my eyes and a thin line of black eyeliner to my upper lid to make my eyes seem more open and draw more attention to my dark green-gray eyes. I framed my eyes by adding mascara to my eyelashes.

I took a step back to look at my face and took notice that even though it sounds like a lot of make up it was a very light look and wasn't caked on at all and went quite well with my dress.

I head over to my closet to pick some shoes. I end up wearing some black heels that add about three inches to my height and that made my already long legs look even longer. After this I walk back over to my vanity and pull my short, light brown, hair up into a high pony tail and add a few bobby pins to the back to help hold up the baby hairs.

For accessories I put some silver hoop earrings in and some small diamond studs in my second hole the put on a few of my bracelets. I step back to look at my final product and I'm happy with what I've put together in the last hour.

I sit on my bed waiting to be called down for my party. I look at the clock and see that it's almost 3:00 p.m. Seeing that I sigh and scoot back to the head board on my bed and pull my book off my night stand. Pulling it open to my dog-eared page, I start to read about this girl who decides that she's going to talk to this guy on the Internet that she doesn't know and ends up getting kidnapped. But it ends well, I know because I've read it a few times before because its very informative and it really shows you the reality of how this could really happen to anyone. Getting kidnapped, that is.

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