Twisted Mates

I roll over and stare at the wall as I hear mom yell at me for the 100th time, it seems. "Raine Sullivan, you get up!" I hear come from downstairs once again as I finally sit up.

"God mom, I am up!" I holler downstairs as I hop out of bed and walk into my bathroom, glancing into the mirror at myself. My jet black hair compliments my hourglass figure as it falls around my hips, and my hazel eyes sparkle with specks of blue. As a werewolf, it's easy to stay fit. I'm constantly running through the woods, and as a member of the Blue Blood pack, I tend to get my workouts at the battlegrounds. Even though I look nothing like my brothers, polar opposites to be exact, I favor my mom and sister some, with our hair color being almost identical with nothing else being similar.

I cut the water on, strip myself out of my sleeping clothes, throw them in the hamper, and lay my towel out with my new clothes. Once the water gets hot enough, I step inside and let the water run over me for a second. It was relaxing and woke me up, helping with my tense muscles. Next, I grabbed my shampoo and started slathering it throughout my hair, and after rinsing, I did the same with the conditioner. I finished up my shower and cut the water off. I grabbed the towel and dried off, getting out of the shower. I slipped on my panties and bra and grabbed my ripped jeans, with holes right below my thighs and knees. I put them on and examined my shirt for a second. It was a white t-shirt with a picture of the city landscape, Brooklyn, I believe. I threw it on and walked out of the bathroom. I walked beside my bed and slipped on a white pair of socks with my favorite white vans.

I huffed a bit and walked out of my bedroom to go downstairs, slowly walking down the stairs to the kitchen. I walked to the counter, grabbed my bowl of oatmeal and glass of orange juice, and walked over to the table. I sat beside my mom, Florence Sullivan, the Luna or leader of the Blue Blood pack, and my sister Mia. I took a bite of food and then a sip of my drink as I looked up and seen them both staring at me. "Well, birthday girl, what are you doing with your day?" My mom said, grinning at me. I think I might have skipped the part where today is my birthday, and my mom and Dad always go crazy. I groaned a bit and smiled, "I guess school comes first, and then I'm not sure. A nap sounds amazing." I reply. My sister Mia giggles and speaks up, "Aren't you always tired?" I smack the back of her head playfully and stand up, putting my finished bowl of oatmeal in the sink, and finish off my orange juice. "Why do ya ask mom?" I say as I walk to beside the stairs and grab my bookbag. I jokingly glare at her waiting on her answer.

"Well, I know you said not to go too crazy for your birthday, but would I really be the best mom in the world if I didn't throw you a party? Actually, don't answer that. Your Dad and I are throwing you a party. So at least try not to stay out late." I huffed a bit and looked at her, and then Mia. "Well, if you say so." I retorted and started walking towards the door and opening it. "When is this so-called party?" I said, leaning my head back into the doorway. "7 O'clock sharp, and don't be late. I know how you are." Mom says, shooting me a wink. I laugh a bit and shut the door. I walk down the front steps and hit the button on my keys to unlock my car. I would walk if I weren't always running behind. The car was a gift from my Dad, the Alpha of the Blue Blood pack, a Dodge Charger that's speed usually kept me from being late. I threw my phone and book bag into the passenger seat and got into the driver's seat, starting the car.

I backed out of the driveway and started driving. I turned the music up and tried to get to school as quick as I could, without dying, of course. I got there in about 10 minutes. I attend the college here on the packs land, Sullivan Community College, Home of 'The Mighty Griffins'. Isn't it ironic? A bunch of wolves with a Griffin of all things as a mascot. My great grandfather founded the college many years ago. He wanted to focus on more than just physical strength. Hence where I now attend college.

I parked my car, gathered my things, got out, shut up, and locked my car. I was ready to start walking in as I heard no one other than the great Emma Washburn, my best friend. "Hey! Wait up, wait up, I said!" She yelled, running to me. I slowed down and waited until she caught up. "Today is a huge day. It's the biggest day in the world!" She practically screamed in my ear. "Just because you found your mate on your 19th birthday does not mean I will find mine!" I slightly raised my voice, glaring at her.

She stopped in her tracks and gasped. "Be positive. I'm sure you know about the party by now! I am almost certain you will find your mate today." She said and smiled. I smiled back and felt someone walk around me. It was Rod, Emma's mate. She met her mate on her 19th birthday, and they have been happily together for a year. I mean, he is her other half. "Hey Raine," he said, grinning. "Hurry up and find a mate so we can go on double dates, and I can tell all your super awkward and embarrassing stories." I flipped him the finger and kept walking. Emma spoke up from behind me, "I'm sure all will be fine. You're my ride right, you've got a party to attend, and I've got a party girl to help get ready!" I looked back, hollering, "Sure, meet you after class!" and entered the building. Ready to get class over with.

My final class just ended, and I was exhausted, but I'm sure there was no time to sleep. It's already 4 o'clock, and I still have to meet up with Emma and get home. I walked out of the classroom, searching through my bag for my phone. I called Emma, trying to find out where she was. She answered with a simple, "Behind you." I looked behind me, seeing her, and hung up the call. She caught up, and we walked out of the college together, both clearly wore out from all the school work. Such a fantastic start to my day. We got to my car and got in, I started it up once again, and we left the parking lot. The soft music in the background, quiet, a complete difference from the jamming I had done this morning.

I pulled into the driveway, and Emma's and my eyes widened at the house that was being decorated head to toe. "You ready?" was all Emma said, neither of us looking away from the house. "This might be bigger than last year's party." I softly said. Maybe this party won't be as bad as I make it out to be.