The She-Wolf's Eyes

Chapter 1

Chapter One.

The entire place reeked of alchohol and my nose crinkled at the smell. I hated that smell, it brought no pleasure to me; just the urge to spill out all the contents that was within my stomach. Though, I can only blame myself; no one forced me to be here. I came here at my own free will. Anthony Harrion's parties were always better than staying at home, even when the company was unpleasant.

Drunk teenagers filled the space with loud talk and howls of laughter. A group of sophmore girls -- who have a tendency to be quite annoying -- were swaying their hips and grinding on one another, the sound of their giggles amazingly louder than the music. Though, it wasn't as if they were receving any attention from any junior or senior guys. Those upperclassmen were too preoccupied with a game of beer pong.

"Want anything to drink, Vi?" Elissa asked. With a hand on my arm, she guided us through the mass of people until we finally reached the kitchen. "I'm pretty sure there's something nonalcoholic in here."

I shook my head. "I highly doubt that, but thanks for the offer."

Pushing her chestnut locks to the side, Elissa searched through the cooler. From what I could tell, it was really hard finding something other than beer. "Ha!" she exclaimed, a look of triumph on her countenance. "There's Coke! And it's in a can, so they couldn't have possibly spiked it."

I clapped my hands together. "Congrats, Elissa!"

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up, Violeta."

We made our way through the crowd until we spotted Aubrey and Marcus, both standing seperately from the crowd and in deep conversation. Aubrey looked pretty with her short, bright red hair pinned to the side with a clip. Black eyeliner perfectly complimented her baby blue eyes. Elissa also looked nice in black romper and her brown hair cascading down her back. Even Marcus looked nice in just a plain gray shirt and blue denim jeans. I, on the otherhand, looked mildly okay in a white lace tank top and high waisted denim shorts.

Well, to be frank, the shorts actually made me all too concious of my thin legs. Sure, my legs looked average to any human being, but to a werewolf, I needed a little bit of more muscles.

Shut up, my wolf groaned. You look fine.

With a roll of my eyes, I forced myself to focus on the conversation between my friends. We were talking about our much hated Physics teacher, Mr. Thomas, when the crowd of teenagers were being pushed against us. I struggled to get out, forcing myself out from between two boys. In the process, I bumped into a rather tall person with a strong build.

Once we touched, small tingles of electricity shot through my body and a fire ignited from deep within me. The smell of mint and pinecones overwhelmed my nostrils. It was undescribably pleasant and I was already floating on cloud nine.

Look up, my wolf urged and, deliberately, I obeyed.

The whole world froze once my eyes connected with a pair of blue orbs that seemed to shift to green. They were absolutely wonderful to stare at. In that small moment, I analyzed almost every aspect of his face; his strong jaw, his dark, disheveled hair, and his thin lips. Just the mere sight of him caused my wolf to pur in satisfaction. Mate! she exclaimed with a leap. He's our mate!

For a second, I was overjoyed. But then my mind began to work again and that smile that was plastered on my face began to fade. In that moment, I recognized who that face belonged to and it was nothing to celebrate.

Ethan Chase of the Daica Pack.

From the way his visage shifted from awe to down right revulsion, I could see the wheels in his head turn as he soon realized who I was. The expression that overtook his countenance caused my heart to clench. Quickly, I pushed myself away from Ethan and and forced my way through the crowd as an escape. I was very much aware of his blue/green eyes that were fixated on me, but I pushed thought aside as I was determined to leave.

"Violeta!" I heard someone shout. I turned my head and saw my cousin, Marcus, coming my way.

"Hey," I sighed, stopping dead in my tracks.

"Where are you going?"

I let out a shaky laugh and nervously ran a hand through my frizzy, undulated hair. "Uh, I'm going to head home. I have an essay for English that I should really work on."

Marcus stared at me for a moment before nodding. "Alright. You need a ride?"

As if on instincts, I quickly shook my head. "No, that's okay. I'm a tough girl, I can walk home by myself."

He looked at me warily before finally saying, "Alright."

I gave him a reassuring smile before heading to the door. Hesitantly, I looked back to see Ethan. He was still standing in the exact same place that I left him, his eyes still glued to me. I took a deep breath before I turned the door knob and swung the door open, stepping out into the cold night air.

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Song: Celebrating Nothing by Phantogram