The Chosen One •

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The vibrating of my phone in the middle of my class is starting to distract me more than I want it to. I know exactly who it is and I want her to stop right now. Tara is my best friend who doesn't take school as seriously as I do, so she blows me up during class. Well, sorry bitch this math class ain't easy plus it's before thanksgiving break, which means these teachers are going to overload us on work.

So much for a vacation.

The guy next to me smirks as I roll my eyes at the sound of my phone. "Boyfriend blowing you up?"

"No," I simply said. "Mind your business,"

"Damn bitch, didn't have to be so rude," He scoffed. Bitch? Oh I got your bitch right here in my hand.

"Brevis balbutiendo," I softly said under my breath and blew in his direction.

"N-n-no wonder y-you d-d-don't have a m-m-man," He stuttered and then slapped his hand over his mouth. I didn't even look in his direction and I tried my hardest to keep a smile from sneaking on to my face.

The class went on for another thirty minutes and I haven't heard anything from Peter Piper. Our teacher soon dismissed us with an assignment due by the time our thanksgiving break is over and we return to classes, with the assignment being a five page packet of math problems. Puta madre.

While grabbing my bag and books I overheard Peter Piper talking about a weird feeling coming over him and then he couldn't stop stuttering. I finally let the smirk appear on my face as I walked out of the classroom. Getting my phone out of my pocket I look over Tara's texts.

Tara 🇯🇵 🗡: bitchhhhhhh

Tara 🇯🇵🗡: girl fuck that class and answer me!!

Tara🇯🇵🗡: fine. 🙄🙄 just call me when you get out

Tara 🇯🇵🗡: Damn your teacher is still talking ???

This crazy ass girl. I called her and she didn't even let the phone ring for a second. "Damn girl" I laughed.

"So Isabel did you think about it?" She loudly asked through the phone. I sighed. Of course I've thought about spending thanksgiving with her and her family. We've been friends since freshman year of college when we got stuck in the same dorm and four years later, here we are. Best of friends.

It's just that I'm used to going home to my parents for holidays so this will be a first. "Yes, I thought about it and I'm still not sure," I teased.

"Come! Please I'm tired of being the only normal one," She whined over the phone which made me laugh.

"Fine! I'll go," I exclaimed. She screamed which made me back my phone away from my ear. "I'll meet you there though. I convinced my parents to have Thanksgiving on Wednesday, so I'll be there Wednesday night,"

"Uh no way! Because you're gonna back out," Tara said. See? She's my best friend for a reason because chances are, I would've been at home and then my parents would've mija guilt tripped me into staying.

"I promise. I won't," I rolled my eyes, I can hear her mutter under her breath.

"Okay, well I want your flight information when you get back to the dorm and just so you know I'm driving the car my parents wouldn't let me take here," She's more of a street racing, fast car kind of girl. It doesn't help that her overly wealthy family bought her a sports Mercedes Benz.

Tara and I are complete opposites. I'm an only child, an adopted one at that and my family does well for themselves. Not enough to buy foreign cars but we own the house we live in and they could afford to get me a Nissan Altima my senior year of high school.

Now Tara comes from a very wealthy Asian family. Her mother is a lawyer while her family is a businessman, and unlike me she has an older brother. I've never met her family in the four years that we've known each other. I've come back to the dorm and heard her talking to them via FaceTime but I'd be too tired to interact.

Like I said, we're opposites. Tara gets money wired into her bank account while doing community hours to prove to her parents she's not a brat. Which, for the most part she isn't, she's the most down to earth rich girl I've ever met. She's taken homeless people to dinner and gotten them hotels before. Her hearts big but so is her families money, and that helps her spending addiction.

I, on the other hand, have two jobs while maintaining a 4.0 GPA just so I can be comfortable away from home on multiple scholarships. My parents wanted me to go to a community college closer to home in Phoenix instead of coming The University of Colorado. They really didn't want me coming here because of the population of wolves in this state. There are packs in Arizona but there are also covens so there are territory treaties in place and we are separated by dozens of towns. Here? There are no covens in this state and I haven't sensed another person like me on campus in all my four years.

"Alright, I'm on my way," I sighed then hung up.

The drive back to our off-campus dorms didn't take long. The entire way I imagined what Tara's house looks like and how her family will react to me being there. She told me that they are okay with her bringing me and they're excited to meet her roommate for the last four years. They just don't know one thing about me that could change their minds.

I was adopted by a very Cuban family and they've raised me like I was there's, without any second thought. We just happened to be witches. When I was a kid, I used to wonder if my birth parents were witches too or is it possible for a human to become a witch. I don't know. When I got to 3rd grade I finally asked my parents and they told me that humans can, but they aren't the same as we are. We are born with ancient ties to the gods and goddesses running through our veins. The older I got the more it made sense.

I got out of my car and heading to our apartment. Tara didn't even wait for me to get to the door before she opened it. "I heard you," she shrugged.

My parents don't know that Tara is a werewolf. It's absolutely forbidden for us to be friends. Ever since we helped the vampires in a war against the wolves, we have never gotten along, this was all centuries ago might I add. Many didn't agree with their being a hierarchy within our world and that's why the war happened twenty years ago, a war that killed my mother. It's only a matter of time until there's another war.

But to me? The more I do my own research, I believe the vampires were just jealous and greedy for power and used the vulnerability of my kind for their plots. Vampires and wolves have never gotten along, while the rest of the species stay pretty neutral. I read in a book, that I accidentally found in the town libraries archive, that wolves used to mate with witches. If the gods and goddesses allow it, then witches can reproduce with vampires. The book has more information on hybrid vampire-witch than they did on witch-wolf.

Either way, my controversial views have stayed locked in my head never revealed to anyone. I don't want to upset my parents by thinking of wolves as friends instead of foe, so I never bring it up. Tara is the best friend I've ever had in my life. Honestly? My only friend. Growing up, no one liked me and that caused me to be home a lot. Tara brings out a piece of me that feels hidden away and it comforts me more than it scares me.

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Hey y'all! This is my new story! I wanted to try something new and I loveeeeeee a good mythical/immortal book so I decided to give it a try.

This is chapter one, let me know how you like it and I'll continue to post ❤️