Amalia's Dream

Chapter 1: Little Paws

Amalia sat patiently, waiting for her sister to come back from the bathroom. Serena had practically thrown herself at Amalia, begging to go to the library. In truth, Amalia had so many things to do her head buzzed with stress. I couldn't say no to my sister, she thought while flipping through a small children's book. She calculated the rest of her time out to do homework and chores then some essential time on her iPad. If they left in ten minutes, she could possibly get it all done. Knowing Serena, it would be another twenty.
Moments later, Serena finally came out of the bathroom and stopped to see her sister. "We need to wrap it up, please." Amalia told her sister gently, hoping that convincing her would be easy. Serena shriveled her eyes up and squeezed her lips shut tight. Amalia knew that face. That face meant she was going to be here for however long she wanted. Amalia sighed, and murmured "Actually, never mind. Take your time."
Serena smiled and left her in the quiet room, in a stuffy chair. Amalia should have brought her books and homework. She checked her watch, and then groaned inward. There would be no time for her to run home and get it then come back without the library closing.
She leaned her head back on the chair's overstuffed back and closed her eyes, hoping that for some reason Serena would magically ask to go home, and she could finish all of her chores and homework. Amalia curled her legs up in the huge chair, tucking her arms away and sighing. Quickly,she dozed off.
A thump half pulled Amalia out of sleep. "Serena move over." she shoved her sister away, who was pressing into her side heavily. The lump was bigger than her sister, and didn't move away after the shove. Amalia tried and failed to pull herself away, instead leaning into her sister and snoozing again.
"Amalia. Amalia! Wake up, we have to go. Who is this?" Serena's wary voice yanked Amalia awake. There stood Serena, a hand on her hip, eyes scrunched up. The lump on her side weighed in her. She looked over, eyeing the person who decided to sit with her. He was asleep, head against the chair, facing her. His hair was short and dark, with pale skin and freckles here and there. He was tall and muscular, with a slightly wide neck. He snored softly, pressed against her.
Amalia shifted and stood, slipping away from the boy as pleasantly as possible. He only turned his head and snorted. She put her finger to her mouth, shushing Serena. She didn't know him, and wanted to avoid the awkward conversation if he woke up. Serena quizzically watched her, but kept quiet. In her hands was at least ten books. They left the room, picking up their feet so that the stranger didn't wake. As they rounded the corner, Amalia heard the sounds of feet shuffling in the sitting room. The man must have woke up. She gripped Serena's hand and jogged to the exit. Whoever the man was, he creeped her out. Why would he just cuddle up with her in the middle of a library. She was frazzled. The warmth he left in her side wouldn't fade, even as they stepped into the bitter cold outside. Serena sprinted to the old Honda, swooping into the passenger seat and waving Amalia forward frantically. She jogged gracefully, slipping in and turning the car on. Cool air breezed over them, so she turned it down until it warmed up. Serena immediately opened a book and began reading. Amalia stared at the steering wheel, thinking and blushing madly. She glanced back at the grey stone building, and wondered who the strange man was. "Are we going home or are you just going to ogle at that building all day?" Serena griped and gestured to the street.
Amalia sighed and shifted into drive, rolling away the library. "Do you know who that boy was?" She confided in her sister, but immediately regretted it. Serena visibly stiffened and glared.
"If I knew who he was, I wouldn't have asked you." she sneered and snapped back to her reading. Amalia apologized a few times and instead focused on getting them home.
The next day, Amalia drove herself and Serena to their high school Cherrygrove. Her little sister immediately left her to go to the school study hall. The scents of humans and wolves mingled together. Cherrygrove was an exclusive private school, where brilliant and open minded humans are given the chance to blend in with the local wolves. Because Serena and Amalia were part of the Grove pack, they had to go to Cherrygrove.
Amalia strolled to her first class, using her iPad for music. She was usually alone, and she liked it that way. Without warning, a man began to walk close to her, almost touching her elbow with his. He didn't look at her, just kept walking. She could smell the wolf on him. He also looked suspiciously similar to the stranger from the day before. Now, she noticed his long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. His thin lips and pointed nose. Then he looked at her. She was stunned by glowing amber eyes. He looked at her with slight amusement. The stranger knew who she was, but she didn't know him.
"May I help you?" She murmured, secretly hoping he would go away. He smiled brightly, making her blush slightly.
"Yes actually. My name is Stiles Masterson, and you are my mate." He answered clearly, and bumped elbows with Amalia.
Amalia scrunched her face up and leered at him, "This is a joke right?" She began to feel hurt. Her chest constricted and pulsed, thudding against her chest. She watched him, as his face turned from confused to worry in a snap. " This is a sick joke, sir." She picked up her pace and walked away, her wolf whimpering quietly.
"Wait up!" He called, his voice somehow soft, even though he was yelling. The boy jogged towards her, keeping up with the brisk pace she set. With his voice, blood rushed to her ears and cheeks, her heart thumped desperately and couldn't seem to focus on the path. Tears were threatening. Why is he doing this, she tore her eyes away from the path to see him staring at her with his dazzling eyes. Amalia gasped and clenched her fist tight. Every fiber of her being wanted to stop and bask at him, along with the howling wolf in her heart. Her wolf almost took control, and she skidded her foot in a stammer.
"I'm sorry. Really, you must have the wrong person." No one would be her mate. That would be impossible. Especially someone like him. Whines from her chest begged to differ. Amalia denied everything. No, the Moon God made a mistake. She couldn't be his mate. "I have to get to class." She kept her eyes on the ground, for fear that If she looked him in the eye, he could capture her for sure.
"Hold on, I'm new here. Could you tell me where to go before abandoning me?" His argument and plead wore her down instantly. She peeked up and tucked away a hair strand.
"Can I see your schedule?" For a second, all he did was stare, ushering forth deep red stains on her cheek. She focused on the paved walkway once more. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a rumpled paper. Pulling out the crinkles, he gave it to her.
Amalia gawked at the classes as soon as they met her eyes. They shared four classes, including study and lunch. She was doomed. Doomed! "Ah, um. We share first block, so you can just follow me." Amalia buried her uncomfortable and embarrassment, handing the paper back and shifting the backpack on her shoulders. She turned away from him and pressed on her iPad, letting the music become so loud she could only her the fast thudding of her heart. What an awful year it was turning out to be.