Keeping Secrets (UNDER CONSTRUCTION/REWRITING)

Chapter 1: The Werewolf Returns

Two years later and this is nowhere near where I thought I would be. I unfortunately, believed all of the fairy tales that my mother and father threw at me constantly. Like how wonderful it would be. How their scent would be unique as well as overwhelmingly intoxicating in the best way possible. How their hand would fit perfectly into mine and my wolf side will howl like never before. Supposedly, when you look into your mate's eyes you can feel your soul being complete. As if there is an emptiness that you do not fully realize till after meeting your mate. Other people say it is like walking on air especially when you're in your wolf form.

The Wolf Goddess would pick my perfect soulmate. Which everyone I've talked to, describes them as another version of yourself and their partners self. Two halves to make a whole but some of us have to be whole all on our own, whether we like it or not. I wish my parents would have warned me about the effects that a mate can have on you. The good and the bad.

It has been two years, but now I have the best of best friends anyone could ask for and a strength that I never thought I'd have on my own. Every single day I keep fighting because if I don't... I know I will lose myself completely to my wolf side, the primal side that I won't be able to control. A side that no one has ever been able to come back from.

Every single day as I drive to school, I blast my favorite music (rock, punk rock, kpop, etc.) and get lost in it. For now, it is one of the only things in my life that make me feel like I'm actually alive and breathing. Feeling my car shake from the sound, having the vibrations from the bass, course through my whole body (like when I'm at a concert or festival) and to my heart. This one feeling helps me get through the day, without music... I have no clue where I would be in life.

I reluctantly park my car and walk to my first class. I put my earbuds in as I walk and listen to my music for as long as possible. Sometimes, I will play the music as low as possible and have it in my bag so that I can still listen to music while in class, thank you werewolf hearing! Some of the teachers do hear it but will not say a thing sense majority of the school is human. They do give me a knowing look to turn it off, but I pretend to not know what they mean. They know how to tune out certain sounds anyways, so I don't worry about it too much.

After a few grueling hours of classes, lunch finally comes around and I meet up with my best friends.

"Ha ha" I laughed at Lysander Rebellion, while his eyes wandered over my face as if to find an answer.

"Well did you laugh because it was funny or were you being sarcastic?"

"What do you think Lysander?"

"Sarcastic" he sighed.

"Yeah, just a little bit," I said as I put my hand on his to comfort him. He gave me a lopsided smile in return.

"Hey Harmony, hey Lysander" our friend, Val Greenwood, screamed from across the court yard as she ran towards us. I removed my hand from Lysander's so she wouldn't tease us and try to push us together for the millionth time. Lysander and Val haven't found their mates yet either. Once they both find their mates, Val will stop teasing us. I know she is joking, but it does hurt for me to think about. I think the mate Lysander will have will be even more amazing than either of us can really dream of. I genuinely hope that he finds her soon. I want to see him happy.

"What's up Val?" I questioned because she usually doesn't scream unless there is something going on, whether it be good or bad.

"Is it good or bad news Val?" asked Lysander in a calm yet curious voice. His hands are in fists with his knuckles turning white, he's trying not to lose it. He senses something, but I can't tell what it is. He is usually easy to read.