At First Glance

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 A fucking coffee shop. It happened in a fucking coffee shop. 

Since your first shift, you dream of where you find your other half. You live your life towards they day you meet them. Now, you don't put your life on hold until you finally meet them, but you wake every morning with the hope that this is the day. The day faith chose as yours. 

And today was my day. I just didn't know it yet.

For the past eight years I searched high and low for my other half. It got to the stage were I had given up hope of finding her.  I searched the country from top to bottom, took as many jobs abroad that I could find, and even managed to grab a few summer jobs in Spain, hoping to find her among the many tourists. But no such luck. She was nowhere to be found, at least my me. 

Faith is who chooses when you're ready. You need to be in the right place, at the right time, at the right moment in your life, or they can pass you by, and who knows when your paths will cross again.

I had moved on. No longer was there the jolt of excitement when I woke up. Most of my friends had found there mates a long time ago. Most were married, or having children now. Coffee is what got me up in the mornings now. I had put myself through college, gotten a job, and moved myself out of the pack house, away from the families, into my own apartment. I had made something of myself.

Most pack members can get a job within the pack. Weather it's a cook, cleaner, child minder, fighter, or receptionist to the Alpha, there was usually a job if you needed one. However, I branched out. I moved into the town our pack lived on the edge on. I befriended the humans, socialized, and worked with them. 

I am still loyal to my Alpha, and would but my life on the line for my pack, but without a mate by my side, pack life was not something you enjoy on your own. 

I worked in one of the three veterinarians in the town.  It was busy work, and even with my degree, the help from my beast made working with sick animals easy. From smelling infections, being able to understand them and calm them, it was work I was good at. Something that had me love life again. Work and coffee. All I needed in life. 

It was close to Christmas, the fourth of December, when it happened. It was my week of manning the night shift. I didn't really mind, there was no crowds in the lobby, only the odd emergency case. Other then that, it was paperwork, or texting friends in the pack house. Boring work, but paid the bills I got used to having. There was a small rent for living in the pack house, but it was nothing compared to living alone. 

It was a little past three in the morning. I was locking up the doors to the building, and hanging a 'be back in 40' sign in the window, before heading to the only twenty four hour cafe in town. I only had the door open, when the scent of spiced apple hit me, twisting my stomach and clenching my gut. 

'She's here'  Whispered a voice in the back of my head. 'It smells like Christmas' it continued. Spiced apple and cinnamon; I took a deep breath. 

Trying to ignore the pinching in my gut, I continued my walk to the counter, ordering a large coffee before paying and finding a seat. Sitting to the side, I let my eyes flick around, looking for the source of the smell. Washing up liquid, caffeine, sugar, hazel, I could match each scent to where they were coming from, but couldn't find my smell. The place was pretty packed for how late it was. Other night shift workers. The town shuts down around now, for everyone to get there dose of caffeine, before heading back to there jobs.

Twisting in my seat, I tried to catch sight of the mouth watering smell. Chanting at myself to relax, I tried to calm the beast inside me, while searching.

Feeling someone walk behind me, I turned to look into a pair of steel grey eyes. 

"I think your looking for this." She said. She was perfect.