"What do you mean I got in?" I ask thoughts swirling in my mind. This cannot be happening!
"You Cassandra Smythe, have been excepted into the Red Wood High School for higher education in Greeley, Colorado." explains the stiff woman in suit, sitting across from me.
Her tighter skin pulled tighter into a ballerina bun on her head. Her thin hair runs gray, with few blonde stands to show her 'prime' years. Hard to say if this lady ever had any the only thing near exotic about her is the bright red lipstick that has smudges on her crooked-almost-yellow teeth.
I mean she is a very nice lady over all. Her name tag reads Patricia Dubinoski. (Doo-ba-now-ski) She helps manage basically me.
I'm kind of charity case in her eyes. My dad disappeared when I was a year old, we haven't seen him since. My mother went crazy when I was four and killed herself, saying she couldn't survive without her mate. I don't want a mate personally.
I cannot explain this it poor old Patricia because she is a human . She's a breed I'm not. I am what is considered a werewolf. I'm a rouge. I'm not excepted into the packs that make my species turn round. I am a loner, a outsider, the enemy. The only way I can get excepted is if I find my mate. And I don't want my mate.
"Well, Ms.Smythe, here is our flight information we will go into further details at a later time." Patricia continues. I nod understanding but not thrilled. Here I come Colorado.
My head is bumped to the side hitting the hard plastic of the airplane window. I groan and notice that my ring has pressed a slight indent in my cheek from where I has slept with my fist balled. We touch down on the platform at 10:45 at night. The night is buzzing with lights and people. I love it the mountains are high and unforgiving. The perfect place for me. I slowly stretch as best I can in the confirmed spaces. Slowly moving to get my luggage.
Getting out of the plane and onto the stiff carpet the plain triangle patterns, and attempt at creativity almost feel welcoming . I look out the large window to my left, and see the platform holding all of the airplanes some landing, while others take off. The lights make the sky shine , and I see them. The mountains power radiating off then as they tower over the large city of Denver. I love it. I smile and spin, looking cliche but I think this is my place. My wolf agrees, her name is Heather.
The transit bus leaves me and Patricia to fend, the guy driving us I'd young looks like mid-20's his name tag reads 'Peterson' I nod my thanks to him, he smile back nodding slightly as he does. I tip him before grabbing my carry-on, backpack, and 2 suitcases. The rest of my belongings are in the insurance places moving truck. I don't like being parted with my leather jacket collection or my hair straightener. The basic function of the Cassandra life.
A/N I'll post everyday please believe in this story. Picture is the airport and the Rockies 😊
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The Alphas Rouge
WerewolfAll of her life Cassandra has been a rouge. Abandoned. Astray. Her mother died when she was young and her father has been missing for 15 years. She finds her world spun and twisted when she has a strange encounter with a black wolf, with gold amber...
