Alva

Prologue

A night out in the Big Apple was just what I needed and when you have friends like mine a 'no' wasnt an option.

I mean what better way to spend your 18th birthday than to go clubbing with your two crazy BFFs.

I danced my heart out on the dance floor, my girls beside me and dancing along with me. We promised to stick to each other the entire night and here we are, sticking together, hypothetically.

Today was meant to be a special day for me but it didn't turn out the way I was expecting it to. Today I turned 18. I was meant to have my first shift today and possibly find my mate but none of that happened.

It put me in an awful mood that I didn't get my first shift. Brianna and Rachel, my best human friends had no idea what I was and I could never tell them about me. It was our most sacred rule.

To never divulge the secret of the wolves to humans.

They came over to my place and saw how down I was and we ended up here, at Blue Moon. I couldn't refuse a little fun.

"Maria, you guys keep dancing I'll go get us another round of drinks," Brianna called out over the loud music.

"Alright. We'll be here." I yelled back at her and continued dancing with Rachel. My steps felt a little wobbly and off-balance but I felt more alive than I've ever.

Minutes later Brianna returned with two glasses filled with drinks and a beer bottle. I reached out and grabbed the beer bottle from her, chugging it as I swayed from side to side.

"My goodness, I feel wasted," I yelled out in excitement before whopping with them.

I started to feel dizzy and my throat kept throbbing.

I think I'm gonna puke.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom," I called out to Bri, holding my hand over my mouth.

"Alright, girl just call if you need any help alright?" I nodded and got off the dance floor before rushing toward the bathroom area.

The road to the bathroom was dimly lit and filled with bodies rubbing against each other. I scarcely noticed the mashed bodies in my search for the bathroom sign. I found it and pushed my wobbly legs forward. I bumped into someone and muttered a small apology before pushing passed whoever it was and dashing for the toilet. I bent over and hauled, vomiting into the toilet seat.

I felt my hair being pulled and held back but I couldn't bring myself to look at the person who did it. As much as I was thankful, it felt wrong for a total stranger to watch me puke my guts.

How much exactly did I drink?!

I could finally come up for air. I sat on my calves, breathing in all the air I needed to stand on my feet. I assumed the person who helped me was probably one of my girls considering this was a girl's bathroom until I heard,

"Are you okay?" His velvety voice spoke with what seemed like concern.
I abruptly shut the toilet seat and looked back, my eyes meeting the golden orbs of a male.

A MAN WAS IN THE FEMALE STALL!!

AND HE WATCHED ME PUKE!!

"AHHHHHH," I yelled. His hand came down on my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I panicked and began to fight him off me.

"Hey! Would you come down?!" He had his hand over my mouth and the other around my waist.

"Mletmgomofmme." I tried to yell through his hand.

"What?!"

"Mletmmemgo!"

"If I let you go, do you promise not to yell?" I nodded my head. "You sure?"