Jasper woke up to a warm golden glow coming through his glass window. His dark green eyes slowly fluttered open to see his roommate, Marshall, toying with something in his hands.
"What is that?" Jasper asked rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching. The sound of Jasper's voice sent the black haired boy jumping out of the corner of the room, a small wooden figure of a wolf in his left hand. "Oh, good morning Jasi." Marshall sighed, his muscles relaxing.
"Just working on some wood carvings." The Delta smiled, pushing his glasses onto his nose, and holding the small wolf figure up in pride. Jasper blinked, looking over the tanned boy, before glancing to a chest full of the wooden figures. "Don't you have enough of those?" Jasper asked blankly.
Marshall gasped, holding the wooden wolf close to his chest.
"There is no such thing as enough!" Marshall praticly growled. Jasper chuckled at the sire, he always seemed to be over dramatic.
He stepped outside the two's dorm. His dark green eyes scanning the terrain around him. He felt today wasn't going to be a 'Normal Day'.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Hello Loves! So This Is My First Book, So I'm taking constructive Criticism, AND Ideas for future chapters. Let me know what you think!~
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His Other Half
WerewolfJasper is a nineteen year old boy, and the Subordinate of the pack. He has been looked down apon by his packmates since he was the weakest out off his litter. He thought his life would never change. Same thing day after day. Until he met, His Other...
