Fate

Chapter One: My Mistake.

(EDITED)

I pull on my short, black cami, and blue flannel, tiring the ends of it below my ribcage.

I pull my hair into a pony tail, and put on my Converse, not bothering with make up because, well I didn't own any.

I walk down the stairs and take the keys my mother has on her pointer finger, and kiss her cheek.

"I love you mom, I will be back at 11:00." I say.

She just nods. She was mute. Has been since dad died a few years ago.

Her voice from what I remember was like an angels. I love my mother more than anything, so I do everything I can do to make her happy. But she had written to me that I should have Fridays to myself, her being a stubborn woman and refusing to learn sign language.

I get in the car waving at my mom, and drive off towards the party a friend was throwing. I had been staying home helping mom smile and have fun. My mother had been trying to convince me to go out and be a teenager, but I refused until today.

My mom needed me. I mean, how was she supposed to live without Dad? I mean it was hard for me as is, he is my father, but losing a mate is worse than death, but mom held on for me, as most widowed mates did for children. At least I'm not blamed, I mean how could I, I was sleeping when he died in the accident.

An accident, to perfect to be an accident.

I shake those thoughts from my head, the thoughts that occupied my mind most of the time.

This was a night to let go of all my worries.

I arrive at the party, and leave the keys in the car.

Petty humans died off years ago. Here, werewolf folk lived in harmony, and didn't do petty things like steal.

But we did kill each other once and a while.

I walk to the door and walk in to the room of sweaty wolf's.

I walk to the drinks and take a cup. I don't know what it was, but did I care? No. I didn't. Because no matter what it was, I wouldn't get intoxicated. It's physically impossible for us to get drunk. We metabolize far to fast for the drink to take effect.

I down two cups and walk over to the crowd and start dancing, swaying my hips back and forth, losing myself in the music.

Suddenly warm hands start to feel up my stomach, and I reach my hands to their neck and pull them closer.

Turning around, he pulls me close and starts to kiss my neck, and I just lean closer.

It felt amazing. Well good. It was pretty slimy.

He grabbed my butt and I squealed. Boundaries.

I push his hand back up.

"To handsy yet, big guy." I say patting his chest as he smirks.

He kisses me and we just start full on making out. Again. Slimy.

We get lost in the music and each other.

A low growl sounds out but in just ignore it. A female probably got to handset on a mated male.

Suddenly something pricks my lower back and I jerk back before it pierces my skin fully.

That prick.

"You jerk! This is where you resort to if a girl won't be an easy lay? Find another slut to play with jack*ss." I say pushing him back.

He lifts his arms up, like it was hard to believe that i wasn't ok with it,  syringe still in hand.

He was trying to inject my spine with a numb shot, infused with Nightcrawler venom. A creature deadly to werewolf folk. It wouldn't kill you with the little amount people like him put in it, but it sure as hell would slow down your metabolism, and it would hurt, alot. So I guess there is a way to get high, but it's what creeps like him do to take advantage of females.