-The Girl and her Mate-

Chapter 1

Skyla's POV.

I was sitting at my desk at the back of the classroom head in hand, zoned out and daydreaming when there was a knock on the door and the click of it opening. I heard the teacher walk towards the door. Lily, a girl at the opposite end of the classroom to me whistles towards the door, which woke me up from my 'trance' that I was in. This is when I noticed a familiar scent. I then hear his voice talking to my teacher. Out of 'habit' I look at Lily and then to the scent and voice that I recognise. He then quietly introduces himself to Miss. B, something that no ordinary girl would be able hear or understand, sitting at the back of the classroom. "I'm Damon, your new form student," he whispered with a slight scowl, until he looked at the prettier, more popular girls and gave them a sly wink and his signature smirk. Oh, how I've missed that smirk. He's 17 turning 18, but looks quite a bit older. He has a sturdy build with abs and biceps with visible veins, not as impressive as his younger brothers though. He has dark brown hair with green eyes, a light leafy-green colour, whereas Cole has dark emerald eyes with a hazel tint to them which perfectly matches with his black hair. He's hot even for someone whose destined to never see him as more that a friend. But I quickly dismiss these thoughts... last thing I want is for him to search through my thoughts, which would quickly ruin the intensity of what I do next. This all happens within seconds.

After the half a second of admiring my old friend I get furious, after everything his brother, my soul mate, Cole did he deserves it. I storm up to him roughly grabbing his collar getting slight gasps from the rest of the class; I've also missed the attention- being Luna and all. I push him assertively toward the large window, effectively shocking him, but he smoothly recovers his shock with a smirk, the same one as his brother, which they both get from their father. "Damon, what the HELL are you doing here?!" I shout infuriately. Miss. B stands there not knowing what to do and the other students either don't know what to do or are too terrified of Damon, I don't blame them but I show no weakness. "Skyla, you need to calm down," he says almost convincingly, but I don't back away. "You promised me. You promised me tha-." Again Damon says "Calm Down!" but he says it a lot more forcefully this time, his werewolf voice beginning to show. 'This is not the time or place' he implies and I know it too, with so many prying eyes of my classmates and teacher. Even with my ability to remove this argument from their minds I'm sure it would take too much time and effort, so instead I decide to press down a bit harder onto his collar bone. He takes this as an offensive move and aggressively twists us so that I am now the one against the glass window. He grabs both of my wrists and pins them against the wall, just as he and Cole used to when my ego would get the better of me. After a second of deciding what I could physically do in this situation I realise I can't do anything without creating a scene and quickly manoeuvre my hands so that I am out of his grasp and push him by his chest- my angry Luna werewolf coming out- and send him flying across the room.

I gruffly say "can I step outside for a second?" as I stamped through the door, I roughly heard a muffled yes. Damon followed me out questioning me with a hint of frustration but a genuine bit of confusion also. "What have I done Skyla?" he asks trailing behind me as I'm rushing down the corridor. The rest of my class is piling at the door with my teacher trying to get them under control. 'Why isn't he using mind control?' I think to myself before saying it out loud... whoops. Was it the fact that he genuinely didn't want to lose my trust or something more; maybe it was the fact that I'm blocking him from my thoughts without realising.

I took a few deep breaths. "What are you doing here?" I ask beginning to calm down, and suddenly growing curious.

"Well... how about this...- I'll explain on the way there." Damon said, choosing his words carefully.

"On the way where?" I ask.

"To the pack house." He states bluntly.

My heart skips a slight beat recalling the memories of that place, my old home. I whisper "OK," under my breath.

I take the lead and he respects this even though he is faster and stronger than me, but still knows that he could get in serious trouble if he disrespects his Luna. I run forwards and leap swiftly through the window, slightly missing the glass and landing on one knee.

*In Damon's car on the way to the pack house*

"So what are you doing here then?"

"What do you mean here?" he says being purposefully vague, but being careful not to anger me, after years of living with me he knows how much he can push without being pushed back.

"I mean here as in 'picking me up' from school, sitting in the car with your Luna and taking me to the pack house." I could see Damon's scowl return every time I mention Luna- after years of only listening to his 2 year younger brother he's forgotten that he is in my pack and not the other way round.

"Our pack isn't in a good place. Cole can't cope without you and a dysfunctional Alpha means a dysfunctional pack, he's getting weaker, people are beginning to see this as an opportunity Skyla."

Then I said "mmmmmmhhhh," as in 'my-packs-falling-and-my mate-is-losing-control-of-my-pack-(which-I-inherited-by-birth)-and-himself-and-is-slowly-dying' but I think he understood this as a lack of formalities. So he followed that by a small bow of his head and a bit of his body, which I thought was kinda dangerous by the way (even though I can't die, as I'm part vampire, but he could, and he'd die for me).

"Oh no... I- I didn't mean it like that," but I did appreciate it, after being pack leader every day of my life and then suddenly leaving it all behind.

After all this chit-chat I didn't realise that we were already here until Damon smiled and pointed to the front door. I opened the passenger car door, got out of the car and took a deep breath in, then began to walk towards my old home.