Coincidences

Coincidence

As the years passed, no one place ever became home. They left quickly if a wolf pack ever discovered them, each one pairing up when heading into a new state to work for as long as they could before they were discovered or if Amilya deemed it unsafe for them. They were able to build enough cash to place into a bank, sharing the same card. It was new, buying things for themselves. Learning whatever Amilya could teach them. Every library in every town was frequently visited by them because knowledge was a type of power too. Not to mention it was a useful place to create the fake documents they needed without anyone the wiser.

After much discussion on where to go next, it was decided they head further north towards Michigan where there were vast forests, lakes, and places they could hide from both rogues and normal werewolf packs. There was still a simmer of hope within each of them to some day find a place to call home.

Amilya was now 17 and on the cusp of turning 18. Her dark, wavy black hair, when not pulled back, reached the middle of her back. She stood at six feet tall with solid lean muscle which she hid behind baggy pants and hoodies. Her ensemble was complete when she wore a mask to cover the lower half of her face, needing to hide the two scars that cut the corner of her lips. Scars scared humans easily apparently. She was standing with the other three just behind her, staring up at the tan colored building with long windows in the front by the entrance. Greenwood Highschool. Many places required a higher education degree, Amilya and her family knowing they wouldn't make enough to support themselves on mediocre jobs forever.

Though none of them were sure how old Tyler was, they assumed he was around the same age as them, putting on all his forms that he was 18 years old. It helped when one of them was a legal adult age in many of the cities they traveled through. His blonde hair was styled messily, green eyes beautiful. He was wearing skinny jeans and a creamy brown sweater with a poofy white scarf, nuzzling happily into it. Sipping at a cheap cup of coffee in hand, he smiled nervously at his family.

Raven wasn't sure what his age was either, all of them agreeing he would be 18 like Tyler. Amilya finally found him a black eye patch that nearly matched his hair color so it blended easier. It was much more difficult for Raven to get a job, many humans they had tried to get jobs from not accepting someone with a disability. Amilya nearly ripped out someone's throat before her family had to drag her away. Raven smiled nervously back at Tyler wearing black skinny jeans and a forest green button down shirt. He had on his lavender puff coat he nabbed at a Goodwill, the lanky young man getting cold very easily. Michigan was icy in the mornings this time of year.

"Do... do you think we'll meet our mates?" Kai asked shyly, tangling his fingers together, looking down at his shoes. He was in dark blue skinny jeans with a dark gray button down that brought out the gray color of his eyes. He had a lighter gray sweater vest over it, a cute bunny hair pin holding back some of his dark bangs. A few pieces slipped out, Kai looking absolutely adorable.

"Not with the soap she bought," Raven grumbled, Amilya scowling at him.

"For the last time, your mates can sniff past it! It just blocks out our werewolf scents!"

"Because that's how they get you when you buy something like that from a shady market," Tyler sighed, Amilya groaning at them.

"Come on, we have to go find the registration desk," Amilya huffed, shuffling the three into the school.

*

Carver hated waking up early in the mornings. Especially after getting out of a boring meeting with his brother and papa late last night. He trudged to do his morning routine, half tempted to crawl back into bed and ignore the rest of the world. With great willpower, he pulled on some jeans and a fitted dark blue shirt that showed off the muscles in his torso. Flexing in the mirror, Carver chuckled to himself, musing his dark hair stylishly. He was about 6' 7" and the quarterback for Greenwood Highschool. She-wolves threw themselves at him, but Carver and his brothers swore a pact together long ago.