Discovering Me

Dinner Time

“It looks like they brought the whole buffet to this table” Tia whispered to us.

Looking up, she’s right. There has to be at least ten plates of food and their entourage has returned.

“Oh honey. That is not our problem. We got our BBQ and our plate looked better than any of theirs. Let’s dig in.” Sierra reminds me.

She’s right. My food does look amazing and that first bite causes me to do my happy dance singing my made up song with my wolf in my head.

“Mac & cheese…. Soo good!”

“Green beans… sooo good!”

“Everything…yup yup so good!”

“Is it that good, Lexi? You’re over there dancing. Maybe I will have to turn down all this food and go over there to share yours.” Alpha Rashawn says with a coy look on his face.

“Oh no I’m not sharing.” I said as I rolled my eyes, slightly irritated he disturbed me from my food and dance. I looked up to where he is sitting. He’s at the other end of the table. Why is he even paying me any attention? Plus, those females brought him a whole buffet of food.

“ I guess some people haven’t been taught proper table etiquette. Here, Alpha, we have BBQ for you here.” The same overly made-up want-to-be Malibu Barbie says to him while scowling at me. Whatever.

“Thank you Stacey.” Alpha Rashawn says. “ Now let’s taste this and see if it's as good as she’s making it look.” He then smiles and winks at me before taking a bite. “Umm, this is good, maybe I should have gone up with you and just gotten the BBQ.”

“Yes, the BBQ is delicious, but you sure seem like you’re one that enjoys your options Alpha. I’m sure you will find delight in all of the many dishes in front of you.” I replied, smiling as innocently as I could and winking back at him as I held my hand out, gesturing to the many plates being held by the many females surrounding the table.

“You’re right. Lexi is it? Options are good. That way you don’t have to settle for a dish that may look nice but only has half the essential ingredients and not quite suitable for anyone’s palate.” Beta Brent says with an arrogant smirk on his face. I can feel his animosity towards me from all the way over here. Guess he was using those words to compare me to those females. I just shrug my shoulders and go back to eating my food unbothered. I’m not even interested in being a player in that game.

After a while of awkward silence, Janet decided to initiate a conversation again, asking, “So how was everyone’s classes? Tia, your second class was with the warriors, right? And Lexi, which classes were you in? Are you going to go towards nursing like your mom?”

Tia nods to confirm she was in the warrior class but doesn’t elaborate.

“Actually, they have a hybrid class here that’s mandatory for me to take after my first shift. Most of the stuff I knew already. You know safety precautions and everything. I’ve been drilled all that since I was little but it was nice meeting all the other hybrid types. Then, yes, I went into the class for those interested in being pack nurses. I’m not sure that’s the career choice for me, though.” I replied, eager to share and grateful for the change of subject.

“I thought you were a hybrid but I couldn’t tell what you were mixed with. Are you part vampire or something?” Corey asks, looking intrigued.

“Or something. As you can probably tell, my wolf is the most dominant of both parents. They’re both first generation hybrids. My dad’s father was a wolf and his mom was a powerful witch, and my mom’s father was a vampire and grandmother was a white wolf descending from the current Silver Pike Lycan pack.” I replied.

“So you’re saying you really are a half breed mut.” Beta Brent mocks as the ladies around him begin to giggle.

“I don’t like this guy, can we zap him?” Sierra asks.

“I wish. He rubs me the wrong way too, but I’m not sure that will turn out well.”

“You know his aura isn’t anywhere near as strong as ours. Maybe we should let some of that slip out and humble him some. Or better yet use those vamp abilities and siphon him a little”

“Now you know we can’t do that. We have to keep all of that suppressed and stay low key. Remember mom said that can cause danger for us, even with most packs being accepting of hybrids. We can’t put ourselves or others in danger.” I reminded her.

“Yes, I know I just don’t like him.” Sierra whined, putting her head down between her paws. She does that when she gets irritated.

“Well, we're done with dinner, we can leave soon.” I closed the link.

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I’ve already heard it all before and try not to let it bother me much. Looking at me, most humans assume I’m biracial although both my parents are black, just with a fair complexion. Most people don’t have an issue with that, but going to school with the public, I have come across those ignorant few that have thrown insults. It’s always something either about my sienna complexion, big puffy light brown 4A textured hair, freckles all on my face and body, cinnamon brown eyes that, when the right lighting, looks red. Oh, and on top of that, being a hybrid, I don’t have the normal perfect wolf vision, so growing up I had big glasses and enjoyed reading, so I was often called bookworm. Yes, like the old cartoon character. I'm also pretty small for a wolf. Even now, I’m only 5’4”, just big enough to not be considered a runt.