"You Are Mine Little Bird, and I Am Your Alp...
As I made my way toward the auditorium, wearing my blue skinny jeans, black and white Nike's, and T-shirt saying "Shit Ain't Personal; Just Business", I noticed the future alpha of the pack staring me down. Ashton Fox. Like, a full on, heated glare. For NO ABSOLUTE REASON! AT ALL! What have I done to him to make him stare?
I just shoot him a "What?"look and keep walking.
He growls, but I just shake it off.
As my best friend Jackson bounds over and drapes his arm protectively around me, pulling me against him, also aware of Ashton's glares, I hear a second growl coming from Ashton's direction.
What is wrong with Ash these days? I used to be best fiends with him when we were younger, as well as Jackson's. I miss the protective, possessive, fun-loving alpha boy from grade school. One time, in 4th grade, I fell on the pavement during a game of tag, scraping me knee, and Ashton ran over to me, scooped me up, like I weighed nothing, and carried me----no ran me to the nurse....all the while whispering soothing things in my ear while I cried my eyes out.
He was in 6th grade then, but still! *Sighs*
I guess he grew up. Oh well...I shouldn't dwell.
My sixteenth birthday is tomorrow, and that's when I'll officially be able to sense my mate.
I'm....a little excited....not gonna lie, but Cara. She's currently running around in hyper crazy circles, screaming, "WE ARE GOING TO FIND MATE! ISN'T IT AWESOME!? MATE! MATE! MATE!" "Mate," she whimpers. My name's Madeline, and.., I'm one of the future warriors of this pack lol.