The Merboy's Mine

One

Hallo! First chapter, yeah. I hope you enjoy it and I really hope I can get some feedback once the second chapter is out. I'm still figurng out where I want to go with this story, but hey. I'm not a planner =P

I hope you like it!

Silver hair.

That's all I can remember. I still can't tell if it was a dream or a very surreal reality.

Well, now that I think about it, I remember strong arms, wrapping around me and hugging me to a bare, ripped chest. Those arms were warm, warm and icy cold at the same time.

I tap my pencil to my chin and frown at the drawing in front of me. I've been obsessed with things such as mermaids and sirens lately, more specifically mermen. I found them more enchanting than mermaids, with an air of mystery since hardly anybody will mention mermen. Like, maybe a genderbended Little Mermaid or something. I bite my lip, sketching the tail once more, shark like fins forming on the back of the tail. I smile, but soon close my sketchbook. It was time to go down to the sea.

As I trot down the stairs to the main floor, I run into my dad, who gives me a grin and a peck on the forehead, his golden eyes twinkling. I give him a wolffish grin, before grabbing my purse and trotting out.

We live near the sea, so when I go out I am instantly met with the salty fresh air and the spray of the ocean when the wind blows. Shaking my head at the wind and warm weather that immediately sticks to my browned skin, I wheel my bike out from the garage and hop on, instantly bursting onto the road with a blast of speed.

Once I reach the ocean, I park my bike, leaning it on a nearby palm tree and continuing on. The breeze from the ocean whips my dark brown hair around, turning the haphazard mess of curls into an even bigger haphazard mess of curls. I spit a strand of hair out of my mouth and frown, before continuing.

The sun beats down on my back as I slip off my over-shirt and pull down my loose basketball shorts. I'm left in an all black outfit--swimming shorts for girls and a black swimming shirt with the SeaWorld logo on it in white. I stretch my arms over my head, letting out an content sigh, before running at full speed to the water, letting out a happy yelp before tromping into the sea, jumping clumsily over rolling waves and getting knocked down by others.

I know how I probably look: Stupid and overexcited for a 17 year old girl.

Oh well.

I forget to clench my teeth as a new, larger wave catches me off guard, and I bite down on my tongue. Then, I whimper in pain as I taste blood. Augh, this always hurts, and why am I the only one in my family who does it?! I stop and retreat to the shore, plopping down just out of the water's reach and comforting my injured organ with the inside of my lips.

"Need help with that, love?" I hear an airy voice call out, and I look around before my eyes land on a teen boy who looks a little older than me, if not my age. I blink and study him. And my mind is only focused on two things.

One: He's shirtless and rocking it in a beautiful way. Broad yet wiry shoulders connected to perfect arms and an even more godlike chest.

Two: He's hot, if not beautiful. Silver hair cascades down his shoulders, straight and shiny. His skin is pale. Pale with the slightest hint of a wet shimmer, long, muscular arms swinging gracefully at his sides. He's tall, and I can only gape up at him as he comes up to me. He looks down at me, full lips curving up in the slightest hint of a smirk, eyes bright and such a gorgeous blue.

Now that he's closer, it's three things. He smells freaking delicious. Not in an I-Wanna-Eat-You way. . more like a smell you can't get enough of. You know that smell. That one that you stand in the store just sniffing with delight before you realize where you are again.

Mmhm.

That smell.

So good.

My eyes can only widen as he crouches next to me and runs a soft pale fingertip over the side of my mouth, his brows furrowing and a slight pout forming on his mouth. "You're bleeding..." He chuckles, and I swear to Zeus his voice is like a trillion crystal wind-chimes in harmony. "Did you bite your tongue?"

Blinking, I nod.

I let out another whimper at the pain and the acrid taste of blood as I turned and spat with disgust at the taste. "Ufh.." I shake my head before turning back to the one who has graciously been given the nickname of Beautiful Creature.

"The waves are rough this time of year." Beautiful Creature says with a slight smirk. "I should know."

"That's why I love it." I reply with a sigh of contentment, my mind immediately focused on the sea. "Wild, untamed, the ocean is the best." I smile.

Wait. Hold on Becca. Yus, he is hot, but no. You just met him. Stop talking. Stahp.

BECCA.

I--

...What...this feeling...?

Dad told me about this before. This feeling of...

I look back up at the boy, my eyes wide. He stops talking and looks down at me, blinking before he bends and comes closer. "Such golden eyes..." His eyes widen as I study him, searching for some sort of sign. Werewolf? No. . .Human? Definitely not.

I whimper and jump to my feet, taking off at top speed, not even bothering with my bike.

My body feels like it's falling, like butterflies and dragons mingling in my stomach, like there's a snake around my throat. Dad warned me about feeling like this, and my wolf was not helping with her constant yelping; usually she was so quiet!

Dad...I think I just found a mate.

My mate.

And I don't even know his name.