Chapter 2

First days of school was always the hardest for me. I never really got along with people because I didn't want them to see how hard I was struggling and feel pity for me. After a while I just gave up on trying to make friends and stayed in the corner keeping to myself. I had never needed anyone in my life to help me before so why would I need that now when I was finally making a way in the world.

As I drove up to The Royal academy's parking lot I couldn't help but gasp. The building itself was almost as big as the White House and there must have been a thousand rooms. There was no way I was not going to get lost on my first day and do something very embarrassing. I parked my car, grabbed my bags taking a deep breath and walked to the front doors.

Every inch of the walls looked rich. Extravagant paintings hung on every wall and tables looked hand carved. Everything in this room was worth more than my entire apartment. I walked to the Deans office to find out my schedule and my locker. Everything was so different from my old school but I wasn't going to let a few rich people try and change me.

After I found the Deans office and had a nice chat I was introduced to a girl named Kimberly. One look at her brand-new highlights and pearl necklace around her neck I knew that she could be farther away from being like me then ever. Although she seemed nice and welcoming I could tell that there was strain in her voice as she showed me around. She did not want to be here just as much as I did not want to be here. After we got to my locker she finally left me alone to sort out my things and thoughts.

Organizing my things was easier then trying to see if I could ever fit in here. Granted I had a full scholarship as long as I kept my grades up but this was a whole new world. The one thing I did notice was the strange smell like maybe I was not the only one with a secret to hide here. Everything reeked of wolves but I hadn't run into others like me since my pack had kicked me out, and I had run through states trying to get as far away as I could from those terrible people. I had no idea if these people would even realize who I was or if they would welcome me once they did.

Every class I went to all eyes were on me and each teacher gave me a pile of homework so that it would be easier for me to catch up. My backpack felt like a ton of bricks by the time I tossed it into my car and got in. Before I pulled out though I met eyes with a boy I had never seen before. He had dark curly hair and dark brown eyes that could take your breath away. Everything about him was captivating but the most worrisome part was that even though I had no idea who he was I knew why he was staring so intently at me. He knows something that I just realized, he was my mate. I had always dreaded the time that I would meet him because then I would have to finally let someone in to my crazy life. I just couldn't let that happen. I would rather die alone then ever feel like I have to rely on someone else.

When I asked my mother how I would know if someone was my mate. These conversations were the only thing that I remember about my parents. They had always treated me like I was older than I was, like I had to learn all of these things faster than everyone else, like they knew that their time was going to be cut short. I used to never think about my parents because the thought of losing them used to tear me about, the fact that I had to live without them for the rest of my life made me numb inside all over, but there was nothing I could do to change the past.

My mother told me that when you meet your mate you will get a flash of their childhood. The parts that made them who they were today. Their darkest secrets and their worst memories as well as all the good in their life too. This part had always scared me because it was forcing me to be vulnerable when I did not, no, could not afford to show anyone that side of me.

This man had a decent child hood. I watched for a second as I watched him run with a group of children, his huge smile and bright eyes had never seen a struggling day in his life. He was the total opposite of me and he would never understand my side of my life. The one thing that took me back was the crest in his room, it flashed by as an image of him reading on his bed blended into the others that I saw. It was a room fit for an alpha but I couldn't get my mind off the crest. I had seen it before but I could not remember where. I put that in the back of my mind to research if I had time after my homework.

After the flashes stopped I met his eyes again, he took one step forward to my car and without thinking I put my car into reverse and drove back home. I wasn't ready to have a chat with a mystery man who I had never seen before, who had obviously seen me before because he knew where to find me, he had seen the visions before me, he knew that I was his mate and the life I had lived to get here but he still set out to find me afterwards.

I got home and set all my homework out. Each class in a different pile. I put the new notes books in a pile and started to get to work. I had gotten the night off so that I could get through as much homework as I could, to finally catch up to all the others. The homework was a little more difficult from my old school but that was the least surprising thing out of the day. As the homework slowly got done and notes were written in the books my mind couldn't help but go back to the boy I had seen and the crest in his room. The only information on him was that he was a wolf, either a very rich one or the alpha himself. It wasn't 100% clear.

After hours of homework I finally gave in to hunger and bought myself some supper, it was unusual for me to go out and buy supper instead of making it but I felt that I deserved something easy after the day that I had. Waiting for my delivery to arrive I went to my bookshelf to see if there was anything on wolf packs or family history. After a while of searching I found a book of my old packs history. My father always said that you can run away from your past as much as you would like but it always had a way of finding its way back to you, and sometimes his wise words were correct.

On the book cover was the crest that I had seen in the vision. Not only had I found the old pack that treated me like dirt and cast me aside, but I might even be the mate of the alpha to be. What sweet irony that was. The one person they were so grateful to get rid of they had to welcome back wither they liked it or not, because I had a mate there. A mate that discussed me with every ounce of new information I learn about him.