Stupid Dog

Prologue

I knew from the moment I walked into my English classroom that he was in there. The air was filled with a delicious smell that I'd never smelt before; one that overpowered all of my senses and had my eyes searching for the source. He was in here alright. My mate. The person I was designed for. The one true soul that was bound to my own forever. The person who was destined to be mine and mine only. To love; to protect; to die with. He was here. The smell of peppermint, wood and spices, mixed together to create the sweetest fragrance I'd ever experienced clouded the room. My mother had been preparing me for the moment I found him. She told me that not everyone finds who they were designed for and if you did, you were one of the luckiest people alive. To a werewolf, like myself, a mate would complete you - give you feelings of joy, safety and love that no other being could give you. You would be drawn to them like no other and your whole world would revolve around them whether you wanted it to or not. I remember asking her how you knew who was your mate. And her reply was simply, "When you find them, you'll know." I hadn't really believed her. I mean, there were millions of people - thousands of wolves - how would I know exactly which one my mate was? What happened if I walked right passed him and spent the rest of my life searching for him? Up until today, no other person in my school was a werewolf. There were no werewolf scents or traits that myself or my brother, Liam, had picked up on. We were the only two in our school. Everyone else was simply human.

But as I sat down in my seat, my eyes drifting around the classroom, I knew for sure that the person I belonged with was in here. The wolf inside me was going crazy. She knew he was here too. She picked up on the scent  - something so distinct and beautiful that I wondered how I ever missed it before. I'd been in this English class since day one, two years ago, and never before had I smelt what I was smelling now. 

And that's when I saw him. My breathing stopped as I laid eyes on the most beautiful creature I'd ever seen in my life. He stood, obviously a new kid to this school, by the teacher's desk, talking quietly to Mr Wilton about something I didn't bother listening into. The wolf inside me was stunned too. I couldn't feel what she was feeling. All I could see and feel was the sudden attraction I had for the male that my eyes rested on. His brown hair was swept around his head, a fringe cascading over his forehead just above his piercing blue eyes while his hands were planted in his pockets. His lips were curled up into a half-smile as he spoke that melted everything inside me, his white teeth revealing themselves with each word he spoke. His skin looked smooth as silk and perfectly colored to a golden tan. He was tall; almost 6 foot but with a body of muscle that screamed attractive. All in all, he was the most gorgeous guy I had ever seen in my life. But it wasn't his appearance that drew me to him; it was his scent. Something so strong and so different, something that controlled me, that took me captive and had me inhaling just to make sure that the smell was still there; that he was still there. In the few seconds I'd taken in the sight of him, my heart was aching to be near him. My wolf whimpered to be closer; to be able to touch that smooth silky skin and run a hand through his messily positioned just-had-sex hair. She ached for his wolf. I ached for him. The attraction was almost too strong for me to handle. 

It was even stronger when he turned and locked eyes with me. I should have looked away, after all, I had been caught staring at him. But all the other girls in the class were ogling over the attractive new boy as well. 

My wolf growled inwardly at that. She didn't like the thought of anyone else's eyes on what was hers.

Easy, I told her.

He's mine. 

If that’s what he wants, I corrected her.

See, finding your mate is one thing. Getting them to accept you, as theirs is another. It’s up to the male mate as to whether or not he accepts the female as his mate. It’s highly frowned upon among werewolves to decline them, still not unheard of.

But at that moment, I didn’t care. All I could see was his electric blue eyes boring into mine. A mixture of confusion, love and possessiveness was all I could find in their depths. It was everything I believed my own eyes mirrored back to him. He could feel it as well. He knew. We both knew. I held his gaze, my peripheral vision taking in the perfection that was his face; his straight nose, strong jaw-line and eyebrows that were now pulled together as a thoughtful look passed through his eyes. My lips had slightly parted as I took in his jaw-dropping face but I quickly snapped it shut, a blush creeping up my face. He must have noticed because his lips curled up into a small smirk that made my face flame.

“Take a seat, Timothy,” Mr Wilton’s voice was the breaker of the moment.

Timothy.

His name was Timothy. How perfect.

It felt as though my mate’s eyes were snatched away from me like a toy was being snatched from a baby, causing an inward hiss of protest from my wolf. My eyes were glued to his built figure as he walked past the still-in-awe girls and the jealous-because-he’s-getting-everyone’s-attention guys towards a desk at the back of the corner. I sat about two rows ahead of him, but even still I could feel his presence close by and pick up on that delicious scent that was slowly killing me.

Go to him, my wolf pleaded inside me.

That won’t look suspicious to all the humans around, I scoffed.

You want it as much as I do.

After that, she remained silent for the rest of the lesson. I could feel his beautiful blue eyes piercing holes into the back of my head. Not once throughout that entire lesson did I relax or was I able to get his face out of my head. It took all I had not to jump out of my seat and throw my arms around him, begging him to accept me as his.

Instead, I remained seated, trying desperately to listen to what Mr Wilton was saying, but it wasn’t working at all. As soon as the bell went, I flew out of my seat, stuffing my things into my bag with shaky hands. My wolf was growling at me, demanding that I slow down, turn around and go to him. But truth be told, I was scared. What if he didn’t like what he saw? I have long blond wavy hair that extends halfway down my back. It’s the only thing I’m proud of, appearance-wise. Other than that, I’m a little plain. Green eyes, pale skin, short and petite. Nothing special but not entirely hopeless. Compared to him though, I was a charity case. He was probably used to beautiful girls throwing themselves at him.

My wolf growled at the thought. It didn’t please me either. 

As I was zipping up my bag, the fragrance that left me breathless floated past and as I lifted my eyes up, it felt as if I was being kicked in the gut. I watched his back as he left through the door of the classroom. He'd walked away from me. From us; my wolf and I. Maybe I had gotten this whole mate thing wrong. Maybe I was making things up. 

You and I both know he was meant for us, follow him! My wolf demanded.

Desperately fighting the urge to do what she said and run after him, I slung my bag over my shoulder and left the classroom, turning down the opposite way that my mate went and walking away just as he had. 

I'd gotten it wrong.