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Misty POV

I continued the painting that I was working on in art class, ignoring all of the talking that was going on around me. I was painting two wolfs howling. I wanted to paint me and my sister but painting large white wolfs with a crescent moon on their shoulder may draw too much attention. 

I added enough color and detail to look somewhat real but my attention wasn't really on the painting

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I added enough color and detail to look somewhat real but my attention wasn't really on the painting. I was more focused on the thought of mates. I already had mine and he blew it so I'm not going to stick with him but angel as a good mate going for her. Being her older sister I was literally made so that she stays innocent while I take all of the dirt and blood. 

Well, it was to be suspected, being that her father is that god of the sun and the creator of the angels, while my father is the god of the dead and underworld. He also is the person in charge of the demons. 

I was part demon and angel was part, well angel. When we take over the role of the mood goddess we would end up merging into one person whenever we were going to be seen by anyone other than the mate that is to take over as the gods. 

She has her mate but what am I going to do about mine? I am not going to take back Asher but how am I going to find another mate if I was made to stay by my sister's side for the rest of eternity? 

A hand on the shoulder is what snapped me out of my thoughts. I look up and see my art teacher looking at my painting in aww then turning to angel's painting and cracked a smile. I look past the teacher and see that angel painted a wolf as well.

 I look past the teacher and see that angel painted a wolf as well

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I too smile at the sight of my sister's painting. There were so many colors to it and it fit her personality well. The paint looks dripped on in some places but it looked like it was meant to be there. I tun back to my painting and signed my name on the corner the same time that angel did and sat back for the rest of the class. We have been working on these paintings for two days and it felt good to finally be done with it. 

I looked around at the rest of the class and saw that most of the class were only half done and a few even looked like they had barely just started. I picked up both mine and angel's painting and set them on the right shelves so that they would dry before walking back to my seat. 

When the bell rang a few of the students ran out of the room like a bat out of hell. I chuckle under my breath at the little joke before walking out of the class myself with angel by my side. As we walked down the hall I listened to angel talk about the date that she and ace had one on. I kept a small smile on my face but to be truthful I wasn't ready lisening. I wasthing aboutthe missing part of me and angel that seems to have failed to show its self to us.

By the time we got into the lunch room it had seemed that everyone was aready knee high in conversation with their friends. I ignored the loud chatter of the room in favor of angel. As we sat down she continue to speak of the date and of future dates that she hopes to happen. 

I lisened to everything that she ha said about future dates to that i could give them to her mate if he would ever asks me in the future. The rest of the day seemed to fly by an by the end of the day angel had found out about the gym that i went to while she was with her mate. She kept saying thatshe wanted to see the gym and i could not tell her no so after we got home and change into dome work put cloths we were off to the gym that i ha stumbled upon. I pulled into the parking lot and walked up to the door were i held it open for her to go in infront of me. 

"So this is the place tha you found while me and asher were on a date?" angels asks afteri pay for a membership for her. 

"Yes." I replied as i followed angel over to the squatting mashine, the same one that i had first used when i got to the gym on her date night. She persied to work out and i found myself at the pull up bar in a pull up contests with a buff looking dude.

By the time he dropped I was barely sweating and angel had decided that she would climb onto my back and latch on like a koala. After a while I got bored and dropped all still holding on to Angel so she didn't get hurt.

I turned around ready to leave but was stopped by the shocked face of several large men. They look shocked by the fact that one of their own was beat by a small girl, nonetheless I was used to it. Through the shared link between me and my sister at chuckled and told her the boys are just mad because they are beat by a girl. She started to giggle and I cracked a smile before letting it slide off my face.

" you should smile more often. All girls should smile more often." One of the dudes said. I stopped walking to the front door and turned to look at him.

" and you should grow a pair of balls." Angel giggled at that and the men look like they were trying to withhold a laugh themselves.

Let's go Misty. We have school tomorrow. Angel said to me and I gave a quick nod response. As my twin and I walked out the door I could still hear the chattering of the men we left behind. I slide into the driver seat of the car and put the key into ignition. I put the car into reverse and then into drive, and speed back to the house.

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Hello my lovely readers

I'm sorry it took so long to update. Between school and try to keep my grades up along with taking care of things around the house life's been a little hectic.

But I'm trying and I want to thank all of the people that have rent this and been so patient with me. I'll try to get a new chapter in as soon as possible and I'm sorry if it takes as long as it did for this one.

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