Chapter 7
***Kaiden***
"That's good! Write smaller and on the line."
We were making progress. After the 'fight' that went down yesterday, I decided to show my mate the basics of living as a werewolf. Of course, she was smarter than anyone I ever met and learn faster than anyone in her situation would.
She was now a professional teeth brusher and power walker. I recited to her the rule of the pack constantly, but she pretends to sleep every time.
It was hard. Hard in the sense that I was losing control of myself.
Hard because she has the most beautiful legs and the most delicious scent.
Hard because every time she fell down, I had to tell myself that it would be worth it in the end.
Hard because I don't want to teach her about the outside world and keep her for myself.
But, I also found it exciting. Teaching her was a challenge I enjoyed.
The first day of the week was over, and my mate's progress surpassed my expectations. Truth be told, I am dying of curiosity. I tried to find any traces of her on the internet, but I came up blank. There was no trace of a lost genius.
She was a white canvas neutral of any shadows and secrets but filled with a whole lot of sunshine. I want to know everything about her.
My curiosity only increased when my mom informed me of her past. I was shocked. Zamora was her name. Her parents mysteriously left the country 12 years ago with no trace of their daughter.
Zamora turns her head toward me disrupting my thoughts. Her gold eyes watch me curiously as her fingers tap the paper in front of her.
I nod, encouraging her. Her eyebrows furrow in concentration and she tries to put her thought on the paper and answer the question as best as she could. She retains some skills from her past but... She seriously writes like a 5-year-old.
Teaching her from Kindergarten to now is going to be one of the most difficult challenges in my 18 years of life. Of course, the fact that I was already taking college classes says more than enough about my abilities.
It would be a lot easier if I had professional help, but the thought of a stranger near my mate, in her space, made my teeth ache and my eyes glow in anger. My wolf didn't like that at all especially since we weren't bonded yet. It was going to be tough in high school.
Although she basically sucks at English and Writing, there was some hope for her in Math and Chemistry.
All I knew was that the internet and Youtube were going to become our best friends. Goddess knows how much Netflix has helped her to speak.
Zamora hums and nods to herself. Then she slowly turns to me and shows me her paper in pride. I start clapping, and she copies me happily. I smile and ruffle her hair.
I took her paper and look at the answers.
I point at the header for her name. "Next time, leave it blank or put 'Idk' if you don't remember how to write it. We can also come up with something unique just for you."
"Why?" She asks. I was still getting used to her voice. It was low and raspy and threatens to silently kill me every time I hear it.
"Umm?" I hum distracted by the tilt of her neck.
"Why?"
"Why what?" I hum and look at her.
She opens her mouth and closes it. She looks at me and scrunches her face in the cutest manner. It was adorable. I smile and poke her cheek.

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