My name is Ember Blackwood and I go to Red Oaks High. I personally don't think I'm anything special even though my friends say otherwise.
I have blue eyes, pale skin, and red hair that's always straight and flows down to my waist. I don't see it. I have a semi-flat stomach, curves some curves here and there. But then I have some very major scars, one running diagonally across my stomach, one running across my left breast and all the way down my side, and one more huge bite mark on my shoulder.
Standing here with me is one of my best friends, Rachel Everstone that I've been living with ever since my parents where killed. I have an older brother but when I was five, he was taken during rogue attack on our pack house. My mom and dad were the alpha and luna of the Blood Star pack, which means, yes I have alpha blood within me.
If you are wondering, in fact, I am werewolf. In this world, humans think they're the only ones who have power, but guess what, we're stronger, faster, and are superior in many ways. But when you think about it, we are kind of similar in some ways. We both carry emotions and have the same body type, not counting all of the enhanced sight, hearing, scent, speed, and strength we have.
Anyways, I live in Clinton, New Jersey, which is a small, charming town best known for the humongous waterfall within the center of town. This waterfall is lined with small boutiques and shops, but one coffee shop in particular is my favorite place in town. It is a small, brownish-red colored building, one window on each side of the door, the door itself is made of a smooth, mahogany with a thin black outline with a big sign on the top of the building that says in bold writing, "Cafe Luna" which I think is a very cute name for a coffee shop.
I'm at school for the time being with Rachel and my other friend Michael Roberts. Rachel has mid-back length, platinum-blond hair, forest green eyes, heart-shaped, light pink lips, and slightly tanned skin. While Michael has short chestnut-colored hair, big brown eyes, small taupe-colored lips, and peach skin.
At the time, we are standing in one of the halls next to all three of our lockers, talking about my upcoming birthday celebration, which is also the day the alpha's son was born, and his welcome home party after being gone for 2 years in alpha training school, how funny.
As I was putting in the combination to my locker, I saw out of the corner of my eye a pair of piercing golden eyes staring at me. I turned around and saw that it was none other than the alpha's son himself. He stood there at 6'5 with slightly long, dark- almost black- brown hair, a perfectly defined jawline, and the same golden eyes I caught staring at me continuing to do so.
Once he caught me checking him out, he placed a confident smirk on his face that caused my heart to speed up. Once I was done scanning my eyes over his perfect body, I met his intense and curious gaze with my own.
After a few minutes staying in the exact same positions, neither one of us wanting to break each other's gaze, Michael tapped on my shoulder, causing me to spin on my feet and stare at him with surprised eyes.
"Are you okay" he asks me as he looks at me with worried eyes
"Yes, I'm fine.." I cleared my throat, "Now we need to get to class so lets go." I say as I start walking down the hall at Michael's side, sparing a moment to look back to see that the alpha's son, Jakson Carter, has disappeared from sight.
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Just One Touch
Werewolf"MINE" he shouted from across the room, looking directly into my soul with those piercing, golden eyes of his, while every person in the room turned their heads towards me. I ran out the door, deep into the woods while dragging my long, blood red d...
