=Blurb= Since the day Brian first saw Bella at the recreation ground when she was 5 years old, the two have been best friends. She is timid and innocent, whereas Bella finds Brian to be more intimidating. They still work together to accomplish everything. One followed the other wherever they went. They were unbreakable, never missing more than a day of each other's company. After being homeschooled her entire life until the age of 18, Bella is now required to spend a year at college. How will Brian respond to all the different individuals she will meet, especially after becoming so enamored with Bella? Even though they are great friends, Brian is hiding something from Bella. A large one. As a werewolf, Brian. His mate is Bella. =Extract= What on earth are you doing, flirting with my what? Unexpectedly, the blonde jock didn't put up much of a fight when he smashed him into the wall, but it was clear that he was terrified from the looks on his face and the trembling in his legs. What the heck are you talking about? Perhaps to attract the attention of onlookers, he shouted. But they all knew they shouldn't get involved. They all believed the jock was foolish. Everyone recognized her as his. Prologue Part One The rest of the day didn't interest Brian. It had been awful, starting with his being late because he had forgotten his school bag, and then Miss Jane dared to throw him in detention! The apple crumble was gone because he ended up missing the first half of lunch. His favorite was that! To top it all off, some males peed in class while it was really hot, stinking up the entire room. She advised him to go outside and get some fresh air when all he wanted to do was go home and eat some of Miss Victoria's handmade cookies. "Brian, you stay indoors too much." According to the maid. He agreed to go to the park after she offered him cookies to eat when he got home. The streets were crowded with children due to the oppressive heat, so he expected the park would be as well. He, therefore, took his time on the typically brief walk. When he goes home, perhaps Miss Victoria will allow him to enjoy ice cream as well. While leaving a six-year-old unsupervised would likely be risky for human kids, Brian was accustomed to being on his own. He had more power and speed than the typical six-year-old indent-human or wolf because he was the Alpha's son. Additionally, he had a more mature personality. He understood he was expected to do considerably more than a typical child, which had nothing to do with the fact that he was a werewolf. Public and full of pack members who would readily lay down their life for their incoming Alpha, the park was also there. Being so distant from the city, not many people would live here, and those who do, have done so their entire lives. They were unaware of werewolves, but many of them believed in stories and legends. Brian was safe because it was unlikely that any bad people would be nearby. No, he couldn't. He thought he could get them. "Brian, hello! Play soccer with us sometime!" Daniel, one of his pals, called from the football field where a game was being played. He had just entered the park when suddenly everyone was looking at him. Even as a little child, he exuded a strong aura that made everyone aware of his presence. He covered his lips with his hands. "a second! Just going to wait around for a while." Before saying anything else, Brian turned around and started to walk away when he saw his friend nod in the distance. Brian was hesitant to hang out with Daniel and his classmates, even though Daniel was a buddy—you could even say his best friend. Unexpectedly, he wasn't very gregarious and preferred to spend time alone or watching his father train over playing video games with the other boys. He just didn't care much for people. He moved in its direction after spotting his Hardwood. Although it wasn't his Hardwood, he occasionally sat there and didn't see anyone else close by. Everyone was aware that the Alpha's son disliked sharing his possessions. even if the wood were hardwood. Greetings and shoulder pats were exchanged as I passed the parkgoers. He just wanted to be left alone, so it was annoying. He was happy and proud to be the pack's future leader, but that didn't mean he wanted to start a conversation about the weather. He sat down and observed the families as they went about their respective activities when he, at last, arrived at the Hardwood at the park's edge. He was at a loss for things to do. It was so popular that a line began to form and the swings were occupied. Sometimes he wished he had a family who would take the time to push him on the swings while he shouted, "higher!" to the park. But because rogues had killed his mother when he was a newborn, his father had never been able to step into the role that required greater tenderness and care.