I Am Me (Book One): Weakness

Chapter 8: Your Realizations

Mark's POV

It's been a pretty normal week. Even on my birthday, nothing unusual happens. I'm a little disappointed honestly. I may have said I didn't want a mate, but you can't blame me for being curious as to what fate had in store for me. Whatever, I am a full-grown adult and can now do...pretty much what I've always been doing. It might seem like a bummer regarding my birthday, but here's the thing, I never told anyone when it was, my bro has his own life, and my parents would much rather spend quality time with me and my bro if they feel like doing anything special. Even then, it doesn't even have to take place on my birthday when we spend time together and they made me realize that on my first birthday when I overheard a conversation between them and my grandparents regarding me not having big celebrations in my honor. To their credit, even with their busy schedules, they do well enough. My father is the towns beta in health, so he pretty much knows the going ons about everything in the Pack. He'd never tell me do to doctor patient confidentiality, but still, it's real cool. I'm proud of him. My mother is a private secretary for the Luna. Though the Luna entrust the alpha and Betas with running the town, she still visits the little places like mom and pop shops and diners to show her support and provide whatever they need when they need it and my ma keeps it all organized for the Luna. They are very busy people, but they try hard still, so I have nothing to long for.

Needless to say, I got reacquainted with my wolf. Granted, he never left and was always there, but in the stage of everyone's teens, bar a few like Carter's cousin, the wolves are rather calm. There to comment, but not there to take over until our beings are in total sync. And I'm pretty sure an example of it when they aren't can be seen by..um-Isaiah! Yeah, him. His wolf is wild, but in a controlled fashion, if that makes sense. You can tell his instincts are a driving force, but that wolf is too intelligent for its own good. As amazing as it is for a wolf to be so prominent so early, it's also a pity to watch the struggle of someone who can't get ahold of a part of their being.

Oh well. So, after all is said and done, I am here, in my room, reflecting on all the happenings. Just me and my wolf. He's a very pretty wolf too. He has beautiful light coat with light brown markings flittering on my back and head. It's messy, but beautiful, just like me. I've always shifted every so often on the weekends to give my wolf some time to be a wolf, but it's always so hazy when I shift. That's why I only did it every so often, when I figure no one is out and about on my usual paths, which is usually around 12 in the morning, while everyone is asleep. Now, it's a lot more clear when I shift. I can think, feel, and my wolf can do the same in my human form. We are one as we should. As for my wolfs view of me, well, he's been eerily quiet. Granted, my wolf is naturally so quiet due to its Omega nature, but it feels like it's keeping something from me, like-

'Like you don't want to admit to yourself something?' What? What do you mean? He speaks with his higher pitch of my usual voice, but deeper than most Omegas voices, 'I'm your raw unfettered emotion manifested in a creature of instinct. I acknowledge what you won't, but I can feel your reasonings in my being. Your emotions are not detached. I feel them just as, if not more strongly than you do. Because of it, I am keeping for you the things that I wish I could yell to the skies above. Luckily for me, you will figure it out on Monday.'

Figure what out? What are you talking about? Just like that though, he stays silent and I must wait as two days go by in the blink of an eye. Or what feels like one since I mostly just pondered what my wolf meant and talked to Katrina about the going ons. She is worried about when I find my True Mate, going so far as to nearly breaking things off so that she doesn't get in the way. I tell her how unnecessary it is, on how nothing will change when I find my hypothetical mate, who I probably will never meet for the rest of my lifetime.

Monday morning.........it smells like strawberries. They smell so good. What's.....I was wrong....I knew nothing of what it was really like. This is the real world, and I made it a whole lot more complicated as I stand in front of him. My mate. Hiding his features under the hoodie and glasses. Only his beautiful pink lips are visible, perfectly kissable. He doesn't notice me. Maybe he does. I don't know. Me and my wolf checked out a while ago when I opened the door to the school. 

Isaiah Lovelock. Mine. I'm in so much trouble.