BOUND TO MY MATE

Be who you are, and say what you feel. It's not being rude, it's being real.(Unknown/Google) Life is a b***h and then you die. We've all heard and probably said this phrase at least once or twice before. I personally never understood the significance of this statement until quite recently, and its f*****g crazy how just one common unimportant statement can sum up the true meaning of my life. I want you to sit back and relax because I'm going to tell you a little story. First off this is my life; my story and I'm going to tell it the way I want to. f**k the rules, f**k your preconceptions on love and romance, f**k your ill advised bullshitting ideologies, and most importantly f**k death. We all have a sad story to tell. Bottom line. There is not one life on this godforsaken planet that is picture perfect. Don't get me wrong, I do believe life could be perfect, but wait a minute, perfect is such an absolute word. Maybe, I should say tolerable. Yeah, that sounds way better." Life can be tolerable". This is how I would define my feelings towards my own situation or life as we should call it. I don't know what you believe when it comes to human nature, but I believe that there is no such thing as good and evil. Right or wrong. Love or hate. Just, hear me out, we're all different people, right? So, it stands to reason that our thought process would be wired differently as well. With that being said, you might think something I did was wrong because your life experiences taught you that it was, and vice versa. You may also hate something because it was instilled in you. You were taught to hate it when you were meant to love it. But, here is the conundrum, what if loving the very same thing you were taught to hate ends up proving those theories right? Hey, hang in there with me. I promise this question becomes relevant later in my tale. Good and evil, to me, are mutually exclusive. You can't have one without the other. Good people do bad things and evil people could do righteous things. It's a personal f*****g choice at the end of the day. Again, though, you have to be objective because here comes human nature biting you in the ass. Just because I thought it was evil or bad, doesn't necessarily mean it was. I have no way of knowing your reason behind making that choice. We're wired to fear what we don't know, to hate what we can't understand, and to love with judgement. We never take the time to evaluate things, understand them, or look deeper. I can't tell you if I believe in God or the Devil. Heaven or Hell. But I can tell you that I do believe that there is more to this universe then we know. Am I saying aliens? If you asked me that question months ago, I probably would have said "No". But that was then, this is now, so my answer to that would be" Most likely". I've watched every fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural thriller you can name, but if you told me any of that s**t truly existed, I would have laughed in your face and called you a "Jackass". This is the real world; not some book or teen f*****g drama show. There is no such thing as supernatural beings! Funny thing, even when your faced with the truth, your mind will find a way to rationalize it. I've been trying to find a good start for my tale, and I think the most fitting place would be the day fate brought me to him. The asshole that pretty much turned my world upside down; made me question everything I ever knew. Remember, how I said everyone has a sad tale to tell? Well, let's just say in the parent department, my cup was only half full. Don't get me wrong, my mother is the best that I think anyone could have. She's just a dummy for love and she looks for it in all the wrong places. I swear, it's like she goes to f**k Guys R Us and asks for the most ridiculous man she can find. The morons, drug abusers, alcoholics, s****l harassers, and any fucker that falls in between those categories. My father kind of left her insecure and shattered. He told her she was nothing, useless, just a good piece of ass that lasted awhile. He broke her confidence down until she was a nothing but a shell of her former self. We lived in a quiet neighborhood where nothing really happens. Our two-story brick home was in my opinion, lovely. We have a garden in the front yard full of lilies, daisies, and daffodils a bench, and hammock to the left of the garden under a giant oak tree. The house was a gift from my grandparents when they died. I know that I am just an average seventeen-year-old girl. There is nothing extraordinary about me in the slightest. Am I attractive? You bet your ass I am. Look, I'm not vain or anything, but I know the universe smiled upon me in the looks department. I'm five-four, 130 pounds, brown skin, thick long sandy brown hair, and hazel eyes. You would think that my ass would have a man, but I hate to spoil it for you. A b***h is single! Honestly, I don't plan to change that anytime soon. Why? Men suck! With my luck, I would find the biggest loser of the bunch. I roll out of my princess edition sleigh bed and make my way towards the bathroom. I turn the shower on, making sure the temperature is that perfect blend of hot and cold. I step in, let the water work out the kinks in my neck and shoulders. I dread going to school, and not for the reasons you think. Let's just say this town, these people, and this f*****g school is messed up. Something is going on, or maybe I just don't understand them. The kids at school just act unusual, some sniff the air on a continuous basis, there abnormally tall, well build, and extremely sexy. You hear that, and think I would be overjoyed, surrounded by sexy guys. No boo, that s**t just makes me insecure. These fuckers don't even get pimples. I make my way to my closest to figure out something to wear. I settle on wearing a white high-waist skirt, baby blue crop top shirt, black jean jacket, and white high-top converse. I pull my hair into a messy bun and let a few strands frame my face. Now, this may seem weird but I don't like perfumes, scented body washes, deodorants or lotions. I just simply prefer my natural smell. The idea of all those chemicals on my skin just irritates me. You might be wondering why I would even mention this, but it also will become clearer throughout my tale. I make my way downstairs and I can smell the breakfast in the air. Smells like my mother is making eggs, bacon, and toast. I walk in the kitchen and I am greeted with a bright smile and open arms. "Good Morning, Helena. You look lovely." She smiled. " Good Morning, Mom. Breakfast smells good. I wanted to ask you; do you mind if I go the mall with Daisy after school?" I stuffed a piece of toast in my mouth. Daisy is my most trusted side kick and a most beloved friend. You ever had a friend that you just knew you would be cool with, no matter what? That's my b***h. Her spiritual self was a perfect match to my calm and analytical way of thinking. We are two peas in pod and I will f**k anyone up over her. " Sure, honey. Just make sure you're home no later than seven, it's a school night." My mom clarified. I'm a senior at East Glenn High and I can't wait to get out of this town and off to college. It's been six months since we moved here and Daisy is the only friend that I managed to make. Granted, she does weird s**t too, but it suits her, if that makes sense. Honestly, I probably overlook a lot of things with her, just because she was the only one to welcome me, with open arms. Her kindness, could never be repaid. But as my days in this town grew, I noticed everywhere I went someone was either sniffing the air growling or purring like a f*****g kitten. Daisy, acts like she doesn't even here it, or maybe she is just used to the foolishness, because she does it too. There is one crew at school, that just seems to stick out. She calls them the "Royal Pack." I know, sounds like a lame f*****g rock group, but that's what she said. The leader is a pretty boy, who goes by Elijah and his two lackeys are Conner and Damien, they finish the trio. They're never apart, and sometimes I swear it's like their communicating even when there not saying s**t. When they walk the halls, the entire student body moves and obeys them. I even saw Daisy bow her head to them on occasion. I asked her about it, but she would simply reply "I am honor-bound to respect him". Which pretty much through me for a f*****g loop, but she says that his family is one of the oldest in this town and it's just out of respect. Well, f**k him. I am not bowing my head to anyone.  I kissed my mom on the cheek, grab the keys to the truck, and make my way to school. As I pass through the neighborhood, I can't help but notice how these people just seem to live in their own little word. There is no rush, no fuss, no hurry. Everyone just smiles, and nods to one another. It's almost as if time just isn't relevant. At this moment, I just chalk it up to paranoia and the over-reading of too much fantasy books. Maybe I'm just missing out on the familiarity of having a home, I guess. I made my way into the parking lot, and Daisy is waiting next to her BMW for me. Oh, did I mention these people are extremely well off. I'm not saying my mom and I are broke, but we don't have the kind of money these bastards have. That's one of the reasons I felt out of place here as well. People act like money doesn't mean s**t. But to the average Joe, it sure the f**k does. Despite, her having more than I, Daisy never made me feel out of place in the slightest. She truly was a good friend. She showed me around, taught me about the land and its heritage, and she showed me that there was more to the world then what we could see. Everything had its place. There was a natural order to follow. "Hey, my prettiest flower". I cooed once I was near. She flipped her jet-black hair over her shoulder smiling." What's up my favorite little human?" She hooked her arm with mine and we headed for homeroom. We're definitely on for the mall after school. I only have limited funds b***h, so no funny business." I scolded. See, the thing about having money is your ass never looks at the price tag. That, in nutshell, is Daisy in the mall. I felt like s**t when I used to go with her before, but she never mentions my depleted bank account. In fact, if she thought I liked it, she would just throw it in with her stuff. "Don't worry my mundane friend, money is of no consequence to a diva like me." She giggles and I got to hand it to her, money really wasn't an issue. I know, your thinking rich b***h, probably snobby attitude, but she is the most down to earth person I know. I stopped at my locker to grab my textbook for first period an something gets caught in my peripheral view. I notice the three beef sausages walking through the hall, and as usual, the way is being cleared for them. "I swear, it just irritates me that everyone treats those bastards like some unfathomable entity." I slammed my locker door. "Honestly, Helena, I don't know why it bothers you so much. I already told you old ties run very deep around here. Besides, you never even met them. What makes you certain you won't like them?" She asked. To be fair, that was a good question and I didn't have an answer. I mean, why didn't I like Elijah and his crew? Could it be because they never notice me? When it came to the high school food chain, they are at the top. I can't quite pin point it, it just seemed like they didn't have a care in the world. Almost, like they were above everything and everyone. "I really don't know Daisy, maybe I am little prejudice against hot guys who run the school." I smirked. "Well, there is supposed to be a party tonight at East Glenn Woods. The blue moon will be appearing tonight, and according to the local legends you will find your soulmate under the blue light." She give me an encouraging smile. Yup, she is f*****g insane. "I really think you need to take you head out of your ass, babe. That does not exist. This is the real-world honey, not some Hollywood show." I smacked her on the arm walking away. "You need to open your mind a little bit more, my friend." She yells. I make my way to the back of the class passing another weirdo, who seems to sniff the air when I pass him. I plug in my ear pods and I listen to music while the teacher is running off morning instructions. When the bell for first period rings, I'm out the door before anyone. I had my head hanging down as I hummed a song when I ran smack dab into Miranda. Who is she? Here's the four one-one on this trollop. Miranda, is your typical self-centered, big breasted, ignorant, beauty queen, high school matriarch. Honestly, if I could put her words on a Kleenex and blow my nose, I would. Her beauty is undeniable, but underneath, that pretty face is a narcissistic b***h. I can't stand people who have to beat the next person down in order to feel good about themselves. Now, I don't know what her f*****g deal is, but she is one of the people here that constantly drools and follows Elijah and his crew around like a lost puppy. If I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure they're an item. How can someone even stand to be around that brainless blowup s*x doll is beyond me. Maybe, he is just as dumb and shallow as her. "Watch where you're going you bite size freak." She growled. This b***h was tall like a damn sss, but still, this bite size freak will chop your overgrown ass down. "Look, I'm sorry Cruella De Vil, I didn't see you. If you waited just a few minutes, I would have given you a proper apology without the sarcasm." I casually stated I was still trying to get off the ground; when I suddenly felt two feminine hands pull me up like I was a damn rag doll. She pushed me into the lockers, and her hands felt like molten lava. Was this broad on some kind of Meth? She certainly didn't look that strong, and why the hell does her hands feel like they've been hibernating in a bear's ass? "You should be very careful you feeble organism, before I snuff out your essence." She snarled, while her breathing intensifies. Yeah, she was definitely on some kind of drug trip. I was thinking of kneeing her in the chest, maybe head butting her, but before I could do anything, I heard a growl coming from the left of me. Conner was staring at her with the most menacing look I could of ever witness. Her back stiffened and she immediately let me drop. Good thing my ass had somewhat of a good balance, otherwise I would be flat on my back again. They stared at each other for a few moments before she bowed her head like a got damn imbecile and left. "Are you alright, human?" He asked, without even looking in my direction. What a retarded thing to say. I laughed. "Yes, the human is perfectly fine. Maybe, I should become the apex predator and snuff out her essence." I adjusted my back strap. An amused expression lit up his face, as if the mere thought of my being the predator was funny. He turned and walked away like it was nothing, like I was nothing. What a strange freaky little town. I finally made my way into the classroom, pulled out my notebook and tried to concentrate on the lesson. The day went by as it normally would, and by the time the last bell rung, I was itching to go and do some retail therapy. "So, have you made your mind up about the party?" She asked. "I don't think I would be welcome. I'm not sure if you notice, but I don't exactly fit in here." My fingers rummaging through the clearance rack. "Shut the f**k up, Helena. It will be fine. You will be fine. Let's get you an outfit and go cruising for our soulmates." Her laugh was like Christmas bells to me. Maybe, I should go, it's not like I had a lot to do. I grabbed my phone, "Okay b***h, just let me call my Mom to let her know that I will be going to a party with you. Do you think I can sleep at your house tonight?" I asked while dialing my mom's number. "Sure, I love the way your scent lingers in my home." I frowned. "If I didn't know you like men, I would assume you were trying to flirt with me." I punched her in the arm. As, expected my mom was cool with the plan. We made our way out the mall and traveled to Daisy's house. We pulled up to a gated white brick mansion. There were two fountains in the front yard, stone pillars, and a gold wolf statue in the yard. The inside was incredibly decorated with beige and brown marble titles, a white winding staircase, and paintings displayed on every surface of the walls. There was a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the way the light reflected off of it, made an array of colors. Beautiful Once, we were upstairs we started unpacking our bags and getting ready for the party. I laid across her bed taking a breath. "Who is throwing this party anyway? It seems kind of dangerous to be in the middle of the woods with a bunch of drunk teenagers." I shook my head thinking about how much of a middle age woman I resembled. "Elijah is throwing the party. It's actually his eighteenth birthday today." Brushing her hair, she turned to me " Don't worry about the drinking I assure you it would take a lot to get us drunk." Well, they must drink every damn day to have that kind of tolerance. I, myself, would be in someone's toilet after the second drink. That moment, something should of clicked in my brain, but again I brushed the paranoia away. "Just in case do you think we should like call an Uber, or something?" I asked. "Don't worry Helena, it will be fine. Stop thinking about useless safety measures, and get dressed." She spit. I took my clothes off and grabbed the Christian Dior pink and white romper, the matching sandals, and my white jean jacket. My hair, I decided to curl, and place a pink flower clip behind my ear. I added a little mascara on, with some lip gloss, and took a look in the mirror. I must say I looked good. Daisy was wearing a Gucci red and white v neck dress, Gucci white platform heals, and a Chanel caviar white pocketbook. Her hair was pulled into a tight top knot, that showcased her high cheekbones, and well portioned face. I, must say, my girl was a bomb shell. Once, we gave ourselves the once over we made our way to her car. "So, why is he having a birthday party in the middle of the woods? Seems, kind of strange to me and also scary, if I'm being honest." I asked, while twirling my fingers. "East Dale Forest is one of the most sacred places in this town. It's said to be where the wolves descend, our protectors, and it's blessed by the Goddess Selene." Daisy smiled at this last part. Almost, like she believed wholeheartedly these ridiculous legends. "Ok, wolves, like animals?" I asked. "Yes, and no. Not a full wolf, not a full human, but something greater than both. Werewolf." She almost whispered, like she didn't want someone to hear us. Which was odd, it's just the two of us in the car. "Well, Daisy there is no such thing as a werewolf. It's a figment of some authors imagination, most likely, conjured to explain some inexplicable killing that the human mind couldn't comprehend." I declared. She looked at me then back at the road "Werewolves are descendants of the God Apollo and his twin sister Goddess Artemis. They are the children of the moon, the ever-changing, and the living embodiment of reincarnation and spiritual connection." She cited like it was some decree she holds dear to her heart. "Yeah, it's nice of you to think that wolves are some type of fluffy, lovable, animal. Then you want to mix it with a human." I scoffed. "Wolves are natural born predators with heightened senses. There is a reason they're at the top of the food chain, and no animal preys upon them for food. Imagine, a human capable of wielding that kind of power, they would be the dominant species. History is mixed with a lot of hidden truths and fiction, but one thing is clear, throughout time, is the strong will try to rule the weak." I said thoughtfully. She raised her eyebrow, "I will give you credit wolves are hunters by nature, but they do not pose a threat in less provoked. They improve the strength of their prey, while humans reduce it, there also caring, playful, and devoted to family." She argued. I can't help to think she is taking this s**t way to personal. Besides, what planet is she living in, if she thinks you can take an animal whose very existence is to dominate and tame it. "All, I am saying, is me being the deer, is met by the wolf, you bet your ass I will automatically defend myself. Self-preservation is a motherfucker. Flight or fight response. I will hate it just as much as it hates me. Bottom line." I fixed my jacket since we arrived to the party. We were getting out of the car and I can still tell Daisy wasn't too happy with our conversation. She grabbed her pocketbook a little too rough and slammed the door. I made my way around the driver side and gripped her shoulder. "I know your all into the spiritual side of things, and love is your all powerful mantra, but I can't ignore centuries of data pointing me to my conclusion. Besides, Daisy, there is no such thing as werewolves." I pulled her in for a tight hug. "Helena, there are things that even the brightest mind wouldn't be able to understand. Promise me to keep your mind open and your heart pure." She inhaled letting me go, but stopped midway and took a sniff of the air. Her eyes seemed to change from their blue to a black within a matter of seconds. Daisy's head swiveled from left to right, searching frantically for something when they suddenly stopped on a tall figure standing in front of the fire. I could barely make out his face, but I swear I heard Daisy mumble "Mate". Mate? What the hell is wrong with her? Maybe, I didn't hear that. Maybe, she said "Nate". I looked at her confused and she smiled back to me. "Daisy there is a keg over there." She pointed. "Why don't you get a drink and meet me back here in ten minutes. I just spotted an old friend." She made a sharp turn to the fire, and left me. I started walking in the direction of the keg my mind replaying our conversation in the car. Why was she on defense when we started talking about werewolves? Why did any of this matter since it was a fictional creature? Who the hell was that guy she went to see? So, many questions and no time to get answers. I decided, I would just ask her about it when we leave the party. While pouring me a drink, I bathed in the tranquility of the woods. As, I stared off into the dark, I noticed something white moving towards me slowly. For, some reason I wasn't frightened. Something was pulling inside of me to follow the moving white shape. It was singing to some deep part of me, urging me to listen. My legs started walking before my mind made the decision to move. As, I got closer and closer the shape started taking on a form. It manifested into the biggest white wolf I had ever seen. My eyes grew wide and in my rational mind, I'm thinking "Run". What I did though was the exact opposite. I kept moving towards it, I wanted to pet it, hold it, keep it. As, I got closer to it, the bastard took off running. I immediately followed suit, I can't explain to you why. I can only tell you, at that moment I needed to find it. I had to find it. The creature was leading me to something important. Perhaps, vital to my existence. The more I ran the less I saw it. The less I saw it, the more my rational mind started to take over. Panic and fear started to settle in. f**k, who knows how long I ran after the wolf. I looked down at my feet noticing the scratches and bruises that developed from running through the branches. I, must have been so caught up in chasing the wolf, I didn't realize I had been tripping on every tree root on the way. I circled around me yelling "Help" to see if anyone would hear me. Ok, Helena don't panic. Just breathe and you will get through this. Just try and remember which direction you came from and move backwards. Suddenly, I heard a loud howl and it sent shivers down my spine. Don't piss yourself, now you big dummy. You're the one that followed a deadly animal out here. I turned around and ran in the direction I assumed I came from. Not, even a minute into me running I felt my sandal get caught up in a tree root. On, the way falling down I heard a snap before hitting my head on something. A rock. It took me a moment to gain my consciousnesses and I brought my hand to my temple. There was blood gushing out of the wound right at the edge of my hairline. "Ow" I yelped while pushing myself up on the base of the tree. I took a look at my ankle, and I could see the bone protruding from the skin. I titled my head back and a sudden wave of dizziness took over. Once, my muddled brain, got back to normal, I could hear leaves and twigs breaking under the heavy stride of someone. "Help." My voice coming out faint. I saw a figure slowly start to appear in the distance, but the eyes didn't look normal. There were almost red, a crimson color. I could hear the deep snarls coming from the chest of whoever the hell this was. I'm not sure if it was the head injury, or what, but I swear I saw fur on this giant abnormal thing. Person? I closed my eyes for just a moment, and when I opened them, whatever this creature was, it was now in between the space where my collarbone and shoulder meet. It started taking deep breaths and inhaling my scent. It licked my entire neck leaving a trail of heat and tasting my blood. I know, I should be scared but strangely I was content. I knew that whatever it was, it would not hurt me. I heard it growled the word "Mine" in my ear. The bolt of pleasure that surge through my body was phenomenal. I felt complete. Whole. Undeniably happy. But something was coming to the forefront of my mind. Some distant pain that was numb from the closeness of this creature is now back. My head feels like it's going to split in half while my ankle is throbbing with every beat my heart takes. I start to feel the tiny threads keeping me here dwindle away. I am slipping, but before I let go, I need to say something. "Mine, my ass. I need a doctor you halfwit." I said while leaning into this creature's embrace. The last thing I remember is a chuckle, and strong arms lifting me up. I greeted the darkness, as if I was waiting for it my whole life.