"Anabelle... you're the reason I do all of these things. How can you not see?"
Being friends with Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski, and also being born in the same stomach with someone right next to you as you played with your umbilical cord as he...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE MY GIRLFRIEND, THE ALPHA
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The entire morning was a complete blur for Anabelle. She worn the same clothes she had on the previous day and did not decide to do her makeup or even fix her hair. She just... did not care anymore. The girl was an Alpha werewolf. She stared at herself in her locker's mirror as she kept shifting her eyes from red to the glorious, brown ones that Scott likes so much.
Scott.
Scott crossed her mind every damn moment since. She didn't know what she was going to tell him or if she should even tell anyone. Not even if she ran into Derek. Deucalion had a death wish with her name written on it if she revealed what she now is to anyone. The only way Deucalion would find out is from Travis, which explains why Travis has secretly been watching over her since this school day begun. Peering over walls, hiding behind people's backs, but she still noticed him.
The noises. They told her that the noises and such wouldn't be a problem, which is kind of the truth, but it was still annoying her. The various lockers closing, footsteps, delinquent voices, all of it was seriously pissing her off. And, she felt bad for anyone who tried to talk to her today because she was going to snap on them. And, the shifting. There were multiple times in the span of twenty minutes where she would feel the claws forming, the facial hair, and her eyes changing. It was killing her. She was sweating profusely.
"Hey."
She didn't even have to look at the person, she instantly recognized the voice.
"You know, we have to look out for one another now, right?", he continued.
She rolled her eyes. "Fuck off, Travis."
Ana cringed at the perfume that Kali gave her, which 'masks' the smell of her werewolf scent so no other werewolf could smell her. She sprayed once more, after spraying a million times this morning. Travis coughed.
"Jesus, would you chill with that?"
She ignored him and closed her locker, and begun walking down the hallway. She could feel Travis' footsteps hot on hers. "Hey! Ana!"
He grabbed her arm forcefully, pulling her back. She turned around, eyes glowing red and he glowed his back. "I'm not scared of you, Travis. I can kick your ass now. What the hell do you want?!"
He faltered, staring at her with soft eyes. "You're in our pack now. We have to watch over one another. I have your back and you have mine. Got it?"
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