Broken

Mate

Chapter Two

         

          I ran up the stairs to my bedroom and quickly stripped my clothing off to take a shower in the adjoining bathroom. Number one benefit of being an only child, no fighting over bathrooms. I quickly washed my pale blonde hair and scrubbed the dirt off of my body. I shut the water off and wrapped a towel around me. As I continued to get ready for school, all I could think was Mate, Mate, Mate. Though whether that was I, or my wolf, I could not tell. But as I dried and styled my almost white hair, I knew that everything I did was for my mate. I looked into my own bright green eyes and thought, today will change everything.

          I arrived at school while everyone was still in the parking lot, grouping their cliques. Perfect, I whispered to myself.  I lifted my nose in the air and sniffed all of the scents, knowing the one I wanted to find would be irresistible and hypnotic. I sniffed once again, noticing a repugnant smell. I looked over to see the “easy” group. Oh, that explains everything; I smiled to myself, loving my newly heightened senses.  I walked further into the crowed, knowing that I have to meet the eyes of my mate to fully recognize the bond.

          The thing about werewolves is that we can’t find our mates till were both at least sixteen. But once we do, we are each others everything, even before we mark each other as our own and complete the bond with…well, sex. I tried to remember every clue about how we recognize our mates: Electric touch, amazing scent, gravitational pull from our heart.

          I entered the school and walked down the hallways, aware of everything and everybody. I’ve never been sociable, and after so many beatings and teasing, I was never really interested in people, so instead of having groups of friends and being out-going, I’ve always just observed others. People talked around me, thinking I don’t hear them. But I heard everything. I know things that peoples own best friends don’t even know, but I never tell. It’s not my place. While in my ramblings, I smell the most beautiful scent ever. A mix of campfire and old books.

 

Mate.