Jacklyn

Prologue

*Five years ago*

I roll out of bed, or roll to sit at the side of my bed is more accurately. I am a morning person if I want to, this morning my body does not want to. Slowly I start my morning routine after the daze in my eyes is gone: Toilet, getting dressed, downstairs for breakfast. Even my breakfast routine has standardised it self: First I get everything ready then I eat it in order, 1st sandwich, yogurt, 2nd sandwich and as last I drink my milk. Then I wash up and continue the rest of my morning routine. I go upstairs, brush my teeth, go to the toilet (again), gather my stuf for the day and depending on the amount of time I have left I read or hurry to school. It has been like this for years. As I walk out of my house I wished my mum goodbye, my dad has long left, way before I woke up. That is how it worked in our house, dad would leave early and be back on time to get dinner ready and stuf while mum would leave 'late' to see us off but she would be home late. I didn't know any different. The two of us made our way to the school building where we went our separate ways.

I walk up to my friends, we were quite a big group, basically all wolves about our age, which made nine in total. We meet up at school on time seconds before splitting up to go our separate ways to class. I see Lesly yawn, causing a yawn wave in the group, no wonder really. Yesterday our pack had a big, if not massive party, like we always have when a member turns seventeen, old enough to find their mate.

Every wolf will find his or her mate one day and they will be together the moment they meet. It is love at first sight, or tough actually. Nothing big, a hand shake or a brush or even a short 'poke' would do the trick as long as it is skin against skin. Or at least, that is what my parents always tell me. I just hope I will find my mate sooner rather than later. Most wolves find their mate before the age of 25, with bad luck 30. Only on a rare occasion did mates not meet till after thirty. With every newly 'of age' wolf in our pack bets were made on how long they would stay 'happy single' before 'being tied down'. Some tried to make it as long as possible by covering every inch of skin to avoid contact, we would chase that person and try to touch them, boy or girl didn't matter. Others tried to find their as quickly as possible by trying to get skin to skin contact with as many old enough unmated wolves, we would do our best avoiding those, it was a game.  Others like me did neither and just went on with their lives. To be honest as much as I want to find my mate, and I really do, I believe I will find mine when time is ready. I mean I'm only in highschool. I guess that is why I haven't even touched everyone in our friend group since I turned seventeen. The others know how I think and respect that, if we have no reason to touch they do not try to touch me.

Minutes came and went as I continue my school day, English first, leaving me bored out of my mind, Math makes up for that, but god German... I can't remember why the hell I chose that, it is insanely difficult. As I walk to lunch I accidentally stumble into Lesly, as I recover my self I hear him laugh.

"At least I don't have clumsy as my mate" I pretent to glare at him and stomp him on the shoulder, I had not suspected him to be my mate anyway, definitely not my type. Then again, a a mate might be completely different from what one expects. My day get even better, or I am just getting clumsier, because I turn around only to bump straight into the next person. As I steady the both of us our hands brush against each other. The feeling is like sparks running up my arms to my heart. I felt warm, which let me tel you is unusual for wolfs. Fireworks seemed to explode in my stomach, I knew that second I found my mate, and I was ready to find out who it was. I looked up and my eyes widened even more as I looked at the person I had walked into.