A Second Chance

2013

Sophia

My school was nearly the same as any other, save for one subject- the 'Studies of the Moon'. Oh, and there was also the fact that all the students who attended the Arapaho Moon School were werewolves. 

Studies of the Moon may seem like it was a branch of astronomy or something, but it was basically just a fancy term for werewolf studies. Most of us already knew the things we were taught about in that class, but it was a mandatory subject to make sure that all bases were covered. Today it was the last class I had, and normally it was my favourite part of the day, but today I couldn't wait for it to get over. In fact, I just wanted the day to get over, because tomorrow was my 18th birthday. Now you might think, 'it's just your birthday, get over it', but it was more than that. Tomorrow I might find my mate. I was pulled out of my thoughts about my future mate by our teacher, Mr. Owen, telling us about our moon marks.

"As most of you already know, every werewolf is born with the mark of a moon and a single star on the back of their necks. For most wolves, this will be a white, filled-in crescent moon and a white star which only consists of an outline. 

A Gamma will be born with a red crescent moon, a Beta with a three quarters full white moon, while an Alpha will have a full white moon. Since the positions of Beta and Gamma are not inherited, any baby could be born with the Beta or Gamma marks, while it is always the Alpha's son who is born with the Alpha mark. If a she wolf becomes a Luna, then her moon will turn blue in colour. As for the stars, a second one appears the first time that a wolf touches his or her mate, and the starts become filled in when the mating process is completed. 

Lastly, if a wolf's mate dies, his or her mark becomes completely black." 

Mr. Owen proceeded to tell us some more things about the moon marks, but this was basically the major part of the lesson. I started to day dream about my future mate again, thinking that tomorrow I might have two stars on the back of my neck rather than just one.

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The next day, I woke up to the smell of pancakes and the sound of sizzling bacon, a breakfast which was made in my home every time it was someone's birthday. I wore my clothes for the day and proceeded to make my way downstairs to the kitchen. My mother was cooking breakfast while my father made us all our respective coffees and teas. My older brother, Jamie, was sitting at the table trying to finish a school assignment, which he had probably left for the last minute as usual. 

When my family saw me, they all wished me a happy birthday. My mom was looking at me with a glint in her eyes, and I knew even without her mind-linking me that she was thinking about the possibilities of me finding my mate today. 'Well mom', I thought, 'I'm thinking the same thing'.

Midway through breakfast, the doorbell rang. Since he came to our house nearly everyday at this time, we knew it would be William Durand, the future Alpha of our pack. He was Jamie's best friend, which wasn't surprising considering that Jamie was born to be the future Beta. Today was William's 18th birthday as well, and he might find his mate today, just like I hoped to.

Before I go on any further, I'm sure you must be thinking, "Damn, she's really hung up on the mate thing, isn't she?" Well, I'm probably the biggest hopeless romantic that you've ever seen, so I am pretty hung up on the idea of having a pre-destined soul mate.

Jamie went to open the door and I could hear them talking in the hallway. "Hey Will", I heard Jamie say. "Happy birthday man. You wanna join us for some birthday breakfast?" 

"I think I will man, thanks", I heard Will reply. But there seemed to be something different about his voice. It was the same voice that I'd heard for almost 17 years, but at the same time it was different as well. I put it off as my imagination, but then understood why his voice seemed different when he walked into the kitchen and the smell of peppermint and wood-smoke wafted over me. 

'Hey Mr. and Mrs. Chee, good-", Will started to say, but instead turned to stare at me. 'Mate', my wolf whispered in my mind. Will walked towards me and held his hand out. I dropped the knife I was holding back onto my plate and reached out my hand to take his. As our hands touched, as if to confirm what my wolf was telling me, I felt the skin on the back of my neck tingle, signalling the second star that now completed my moon mark.

A/N- Hey guys, this is the first story that I'm writing on wattpad. this plot just got stuck in my head, to the point where I just had to write it down. 

Sophia is supposed to be Native American, but all the names and everything is what I've found on the internet since I'm not Native American; I'm not even  American:) So if I write the wrong thing, please know that I don't mean to offend anyone, it's an honest mistake on my part; feel free to correct me.  

But otherwise, enjoy the story, I hope you like it!

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