le time skip
Blythe's POV
Welp, today's my birthday. April, 1st. Let's see what happens.
I woke up peacefully, surprisingly. It kinda scared me. I had made my outfit the day before because apparently, this is a "big day" in the words of Camó. She lent me her nice skinny jeans with rips in them, with a black tank top that apparently "shows off my boobs" yet again, in the words Camó. Also a nice light blue cardigan. Oh, how could I forget, Camó gave me her bra. Yep. Welp, I went downstairs at around 6:15 and only like four people were up. I started doing my daily routine, making breakfast, cleaning, going to school with Camó, stuff like that. I heard Blythe's door open and we sprinted to her motorcycle, in a race of course. But you see, no one was around so I could run. Normally I would walk, it gives me time to think. But Camó literally forced me to go on her black Ducati Panigale V4 R. She gave me her all-black helmet. When I say all-black, I mean ALL BLACK! Black visor, black plastic. No one could see my face. The last thing I thought before we sped off, 0-100, was 'This is going to end badly.' I mean, Camó knew my worries, so she told me through the Sena:
"You're leaving the pack today, remember?" That honestly reassured me a lot. I don't know why, But it did.
We made it to the school in about ten minutes. We were going FAST and I mean fast. When we pulled into the parking lot I heard whispers all around me, like 'Who's the new girl?' or 'Who's that with Camó?'. Did I mention Camó curled my long brown hair? No? Alright. Well, She gave me some pinky lipgloss and mascara to put on. I don't know when she gave it to me, but it had to be after nine p.m. But I did my best, Camó thought I did well. I pulled her helmet off and gave my head a good shake.
"You ready?" Camó startled me with her words.
"OH, OH! As ready as I'll ever be." I said trying to be confident.
As we're walking into the school I smell the best thing ever. It smelt like orange and grapefruit. It was something wonderful, a smell combination that was not too overbearing but just right.
"Do you smell that? The orange and grapefruit?" I ask cautiously.
Camó just shook her head. I guess I'm just insane.
River's POV
I was standing at my locker talking to my future beta, Josh when I smelt vanilla and lavender. It was so wonderful that I could bury my nose in it all day. My wolf was going HAYWIRE in my head
'MATE GO TO MATE!' Pond, my wolf was screaming in my head.
'Alright, Alright, Alright.' I turned the corner and found a beautiful girl staring at me. She had long dark brown hair, puffy pink kissable lips. Immediately after I looked into her eyes, I realized it was Blythe.
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Hombres LoboBlythe is a fifteen-year-old girl in her sophomore year of high school. Everyone hates her except from her sister, Camò. In Blythe's 'pack' she is an omega, does all chores, cooks, cleans, basically is a pack slave. Camò is a Epsilon, or just a comm...
