Lycan's Mate (His Claim)

in heavy pants as I tried to calm down my now agitat

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ld be lying if I said I wasn't happy that the weekend had finally arrived. I mean, it's not lik

exactly know what I was drawing, but it seemed like it was just a bunch of squiggly lines if you asked me. I became

r. Ah, so that was his name. Yes, within this entire week of me attending this s

More like nervou

ce noticed if he was in some sport here. He was fit to perfection and it seemed as if he did some extracurricular activity, but I never saw him staying after school for any sort of practice. Instead, he would always be standing in the parking lot

of this pack or do you have to travel to another one?" Cici

the hell were t

a headache, which was already starting to occur on my right side, I just went on with mindless doodling and continued to eavesdro

as standing beside my savior….Blake….earlier this week. I didn't know his name, bu

You can't talk abo

wn eyes open wide in confusion as s

urge to look back and tell them off, but something in the back of my mind held me at bay. There was something unorthodox about them, everyone in the school really,

voice was still audible to my ears. Sure, go

talking about. I don't even know why she even came here

noticing that their features were pretty much alike and I couldn't

e of my mind was increasing; and that thought literally took me by surprise. I never was a violent person. Call me a hippie but I never believed that violence was ever the answer wh

quiet down. She doesn't

to it that puzzled me. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but it felt like he wa

th my eyes trained on the scenery outside, I immediately focused my attention on him. Blake. It was a nice name for a guy and I couldn't help but repeat it a few times in my mind. It just fe

an, dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She always seemed to wear clothes that were a bit too revealing for a school; probably trying to get other male's at

reaction to seeing her hand lyi

nd I couldn't help the urge that ran through my body to simply stand up and

yes on me. I immediately looked back down at my notebook, a hint of red taking over my cheeks. I felt embarrassed for being caught in the act. I

y grasp; which I was grateful for. I needed this pen for the rest of the day. I had accidentally forgotten my small pouch wh

didn't bother greeting us and went straight to the lesson for th

think are the chances

ut mates? It just sounded deviant when these people

d out at the stroke of midnight," he responded

g you guys up. My sister is not easy to deal with." This was the other mascu

et into this conversation!" She retorted

d not to when you're s

at the sound. I knew exactly where it came from and just the mere sound of i

ve to do to you the second you realize you belong with me," another male voice responde

eat and I couldn't be happier. Amazing how someone finds out a few names by simply eavesd

coming assignment. It will be a book report on one of the books on this list." He lifted up his hand a

sed to writing many book reports and there was no doubt in my mind that I had already read at least one of the novels on that list. I alway

half of the list were books I have already read, as well as I enjoyed, throughout this past summer. The only reason why I had read them to begin with was because my teacher back in Chicago had handed me a sheet that showed a gene

the person behind me. A smile crept along my lips as I folded the paper in half and pla

history or anything, the teachers that always taught them were just plain BORING! And the professor I had for this class had to be the top most bor

re you had to twist and turn them a dozen times before you were able to open the damn thing. These were simple.

it hard, the locker protesting with a small groan as I walked away. I didn't want to stay here any longer. I needed to be in

ad planned for us this weekend. Luckily for me, the job he currently had wasn't one that needed him practic

summers there and go fishing. How funny it is that we now actually live in the same state! Well, it's not technically ours because we only rent it; but we are

as if it's screaming out in agony, begging for me to put it back in the water. Weird right? But that's how I usually think. As my father enjoys his meal, I tend to just eat a homemade salad I bring along as I read a book outside on the back porch. That's sort of my sanctuary. My dad only intrudes whenever he

ig deal about it? They were acting extremely idiotic if you asked me. It's just a party that most likely will happen again and again throughout the year. Seniors were known to party until they w