Chapter 1
-Ana-
Flashback:
Craig leaves after giving me yet another black eye and more bruises along my back and sides. I grab my phone and call the only person that has had my back and my best friend, Tyra.
"Hello?" She answers.
"Tyra?" I ask, my voice shaking slightly.
"He hit you again, didn't he?"
"Y-yeah."
"What was it for this time?"
"I broke up with him. Can I live with you? Just until I can get my own place?"
"Of course. I will be over there in ten minutes to get you. If you don't have everything packed by the time I'm there, I'll help you. I'll bring extra boxes incase we need them."
"Thank you."
"Anything for you. See you in ten."
"See you in ten."
I hang up and go upstairs to Graig's bedroom. I grab my two suitcases and some boxes that are in the closet from when I moved in two months ago, we didn't bother throwing them away.
I start to pack up the small things and my clothes first. Which took a while because I had a lot of breakables I had to wrap up in newspapers. About ten minutes later I hear the door bell ring.
I get up from the floor, where I was sitting to wrap up and put my grandmother's cross in a box. I go downstairs and open the door. Seeing that it is only Tyra, I let her in. We go upstairs and finish packing my stuff.
Afterwards we put the boxes and suitcases in her car before getting in. I look out the window as Tyra pulls out of the driveway. We ride in silence to her house.
"Okay, talk to me. What happened?" Tyra asks after a while.
"What is there to say? I finally stood up for myself and broke up with him. He didn't take it well. He started punching and kicking me. Once I was barely able to get up, he left." I say, not looking at her.
End of flashback
"Never again. Never again will I be in a wolf pack or have anything to do with a motorcycle club." I say to myself as I have a flashback from that night, the night I left him.
"Are you ready yet?" Tyra asks.
I look at myself in the mirror. I sigh. I'm wearing my favorite pair of black jeans, a black sleeveless top, my favorite black leather jacket, and black heals with silver spikes on them. I tie my brown-ish black hair up into a pony tail. I put on some gold eyeshadow, black eyeliner-since it was the only one that I had that actually showed-blush, mascara, and dark red lipstick.
"Now I am." I answer. I quickly put my silver hoop earrings and gold choker on. We walk out of the Tyra's house. We get in the car. I put on my parents' wedding rings on both middle fingers.
A while later we reach the bar that Tyra wanted to take me to. I look up at the sign hanging above the door. 'The Blue Angels' Bar'... Wait has in Blue Angels the motorcycle club and wolf pack?!
I slowly start to panic but force myself to calm down. Tyra walks up to the door when she notices that I'm still by her car. She sighs and walks over to me, grabbing my hand, and pulls me inside the bar.
"Relax. I've been here multiple times. The people here are really nice. At least until you make them mad." Tyra says as she drags me to the bar.
We sit down as the bartender walks over to us after talking to a man a couple stools down from me. I feel a pair of eyes on me but ignore it. We order our drinks. I got whiskey on the rocks and Tyra got a margarita. In all honesty, I don't know how she can drink fruity drinks. But I love her and have excepted that part of her.
A few minutes later the bartender hands us our drinks and walks back over to the man that he was talking to earlier. I still felt someone watching me and looked to the side. It was the man that the bartender was talking to. We locked eyes.
"Mate!" My werewolf and vampire sides yell at the same time. I shake the thought off and turn to Tyra as she holds up her glass.
"To new beginnings." She says. I can't help but to laugh and tap my glass against hers. We take a drink and I felt myself actually smile and laugh for the first time in a year.
We stayed there for most of the night, drinking and laughing. Which may or may not have made some of the people there look at us like we were crazy, but we didn't care. We were just being our goofy selves and having a good time.
Around ten in the morning we got back to Tyra's house. I drove of course considering that I had a high alcohol tolerance and was barely buzzed. As for Tyra, lets just say she will regret drinking that much once she's sobered up.
I put Tyra to bed and lay on the bed of Tyra's guest room that is momentarily my room. I try to fall asleep but my mind keeps wondering around the fact that I found my mate today but he is in the Blue Angels' motorcycle club and wolf pack. On top of that he was obviously the leader and alpha of the club and pack. I sigh and finally fall asleep at almost twelve-thirty in the afternoon.
-Zane-
"Is there any news about Craig and his pack?" I ask Dominic Peterson, aka Patriot. I sit on one of the stools in front of the bar.
"Well, we didn't get much but turns out that he is looking for some girl. Her name is Ana Davis. Apparently she's his ex-girlfriend." He says as he cleans the bar counter.
"Wonder what happened." I say curiously.
"From what we were told she got tired of him mistreating her and left him. I don't blame her though. He's known for abusing all his ex-girlfriends. But she's a brave one." He says as two girls walk into the bar.
We stop talking and watch the two. One of them looks uncomfortable. Her friend drags her by the hand to the bar. They sit just a couple stools down from me. Patriot walks away from me and takes their orders. I notice that the nervous girl - who is sitting the closest to me - got a whiskey on the rocks, which really made me curious about her, and her friend got a margarita.
I continue to watch them, mainly the girl who was nervous. Patriot walks back over to me and we continue our conversation. However, I continue to watch the girl closest to me. Several minutes later, the girl closest to me looks at me. We lock eyes.
"Mate!" My wolf yells. I sat there in shock. I never thought that I would find my mate. Let alone when she is with her friend.
After several hours the girls stand up, my mate helping her friend outside. Should I go talk to her? No, she seemed really uncomfortable and I don't want to freak her out even more.
I sigh and go upstairs to my apartment. I lay on my bed thinking about my mate. Why was she so nervous? What does she do for a living? What are her hobbies? What is her name? I need to find her. With that thought in mind I go to sleep.
