Part 1

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POV: Belle Adams

As I'm walking up to Central High I see a lot of upperclassmen. I may be Alpha's oldest but lord knows that will not stop them from pushing and shoving me. I try to find my friends but I don't see them anywhere. I pull out my phone and text them.

B: where are you guys???

D: near the tables.

V: which tables?? Dylan you need to tell us more information.

I find Dylan and run over to him. "PICKEL!" I yell as I hug him. Dylan is Beta's son and a year older than me and Vanessa.

"Hey Belle" he says as he hugs me back. "How's my little pupper?"

"Good."

Vanessa walks over to us with her mate Jaden. " Hey guys." Nessa says hugging me and dylan. J growels a little but doesn't do anything. Jaden and Dylan are the same age.

The bell rings and we walk to our different classes. I go to my math class and wish that I didn't have math first period. After our teacher makes us introduce ourselves and puts us into seats we start talking about what we're doing this year in 9th grade. The bell rings and I go about my day.

After school Dylan has to take me to the pack house (where we live) and then go back to school for some after school things. He drops me off and I go to my room to find my younger siblings sitting on my bed. "How was school?" Bryce asks me. My 9 year old brother can be sweet at times , I think jokingly.

"Good."

"Where's Pickel?" Amber asks.

"He had to go back to school. He'll be home later."

Dylan has been pickel since I was 3 and he was 4. He had a pickle in his hand and I was learning his name but he had said pickel and not Dylan so I called him Pickel. It is stuck and now 11 years later all of our siblings call him that. Most people think we're dating but the truth is we're waiting for our mates. And he is like an older brother.

The week had gone by fast and we are now on our second week of school. Our first Football game is coming up and Me and the rest of my band friends meet up in the parking lot. As the Dirators are getting the bigger instruments un packed a couple of older guys maybe jr, or seniors walk up and grab their instruments. One walks past me and I get his scent, he smells like the men's ocean handsizeter. Mate my wolf Ellie says. He's human. I'm going to be Luna and the alpha is going to be a human! Crap.

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