Chapter 6

ALEJANDRA.

Today feels like a monumental day. Like something big is going to happen. Something that will change my life. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t shake the feeling. It’s not necessarily bad, but it’s strange.

Katherine is going out tonight with a guy from our school. He texted her earlier and asked if she wanted to go eat dinner and get a movie. She doesn’t like the guy, but she said she never turns down free dinner and a free movie. I don’t understand why she would go out with a guy she doesn’t really like, but I don’t question her. I’m actually kind of glad she’s going out because I want to spend some time alone tonight.

Getting up from my desk, I head downstairs. I tell myself I’m just going on a walk, but I know it’s more than that. I know exactly where my walk is going to lead.

When I let my mom know I’m going for a walk, she’s so upset about Zaire leaving yesterday that she doesn’t even complain about it.

Once I get outside, I see the almost full moon in the sky and it brings me peace. The moon will be full tomorrow. I don’t know how I know that, I just do. I never look up moon cycles, but I can sense them.

The quarter mile walk to the beach goes by quickly, and I enjoy the solitude. A pang of disappointment shoots through me when I get there and neither Forrest nor Desmond is there. Still, I decide to enjoy the peace. I take a seat on the ground, not caring that my butt will be covered in wet sand when I leave here, and I lean back on my hand and stare up at the sky.

Since it’s so bright, you can see many stars. I’ve always wished that I lived in a small beach town so I can see the stars above the ocean. I think it would be beautiful—and the full moon… I can’t even imagine how bright it would be. Someday, I’ll live in a place like that.

I’m not surprised when I feel the tingle on the back of my neck. I am startled, however, when the tingle moves from the back of my neck and spreads all over my body. I turn around and see four boys walking toward me. Forrest and Desmond are headed my way, but there are two other boys with them. Maybe I should be worried, but I’m not. I know deep in my soul that they won’t hurt me.

How do I know that though? How can I feel so certain about that when I don’t even know them?

“Hey, Alejandra,” Desmond calls out.

Desmond has a kind smile. I think that’s what I like the most about him. Even though he was saying crazy things the night we met, I still wanted to sit there and talk with him. I didn’t have the strength to walk away, even if I wanted to.

“Hey, Desmond,” I say, then nod at Forrest. “Forrest.”

“These are our friends.” Desmond nods toward one of the guys. “Phoenix.” Desmond then motions to the other boy. “And Puma.”

Phoenix is the second tallest of the guys. Forrest is taller than him by maybe an inch. Phoenix also has a face that screams “don’t mess with me.” Even though he’s smiling at me, I can see something in his eyes. Something I can’t explain. Part of me wants to reach out and touch him—to know instantly what his story is. I want to know who hurt him.

Phoenix has dark brown eyes. They’re so dark that they’re almost black. Whenever the moon hits them just right, they glow slightly. I’m beginning to think that either I’m crazy too, or that wolf shifters really do exist.

His dark brown hair is longer than the rest of the guys’, but it still only goes slightly over his ears. I’m thinking, like Desmond, he just hasn’t had time to cut it, or maybe he can’t be bothered.

Phoenix holds out his hand to shake mine and I quickly back away from him, not wanting to accidentally touch him. I almost regret it when I see the hurt expression on his face, but he doesn’t understand what will happen if we touch.

Desmond speaks up. “She doesn’t like to be touched.”

He remembered.

I stand up now and look at the other boy.

Puma has a gleam in his green eyes and a smirk on his face.

Wait… are his eyes green?

It’s then that I notice that one of Puma’s eyes is green and the other is blue. I find it fascinating as I look back and forth between the two.

“Cool eyes,” he says, with an upward head nod.

He thinks I have cool eyes?

“Yours are two different colors,” I point out. “That’s awesome.”

Puma blinks as he looks at me. “Did her eyes just… change colors?”

“They do that.” Forrest straightens up and smiles big, like he’s proud he knows something that the other boys don’t.

“I think they’re blue when she’s happy,” Desmond pipes in.

“They’re black when she’s angry,” Forrest adds. “I can’t figure out what pink means yet… but sometimes they change to pink.”

“And you still don’t know what she is?” Phoenix’s jaw is clenched, and I wonder if he’s still angry that I wouldn’t shake his hand. My heart aches at the thought that I hurt this fragile boy.

“Her eyes are gray now,” Puma says.

“Gray is… sad.” Desmond cants his head to the side and studies me. “Are you sad?”

“What? No.”

“They’re purple again,” Forrest observes.

“Oh, my gosh, can you guys stop starting at my eyes. It’s creeping me out,” I huff.

I resist the urge to lower my eyes so they can’t see them. I refuse to hide from them.

“Sorry,” the four of them say in unison, looking away from my eyes.

“Who are the humans you stay with?” Phoenix asks.

“The… humans?” I shake my head and sigh. They’re seriously keeping up with the whole wolf shifters story? “I am human. And they are my family.”

“Your adopted family?”

His comment hits me hard because it’s something I’ve been wondering my whole life—if my parents have lied to me about being their kid. Even kids at school or random people will ask if I’m adopted.

“No, they’re my birth family.” I cross my arms and tilt my head up, holding their gazes.

The four boys share a look between each other that I can’t quite read. Someday I’ll be able to read their looks.

Wait.

Did I seriously just think that?

These boys are crazy. I’m not going to know them in the future.

Mine, the voice inside insists again.

As if two boys weren’t enough, now my inner voice wants four? I can’t even manage to get one boyfriend. How the heck am I supposed to get four?

“Alejandra, I don’t know how to tell you this,” Desmond says, his voice soft.

“You’re not human,” Phoenix adds.

All the guys jerk their heads toward Phoenix, narrowing their eyes.

“I’m not a wolf.” I jut my chin out and cross my arms over my chest.

“We know,” Forrest agrees.

“How do you know?”

“You don’t smell like a wolf,” Puma answers. “You smell…”

“Like sunshine,” Desmond suggests. “Like a field of flowers.”

Huh.

I suppose that isn’t so bad.

At least I don’t smell like garbage or something equally horrible.

“Okay. Well, that doesn’t mean I’m not human,” I point out.

“Can you do things that normal people can’t?” Phoenix takes a step closer to me. He doesn’t touch me, but he gets uncomfortably close. “Maybe you’ve questioned whether it’s real, and you’re too scared to tell anybody about it.”

I swallow hard, but I don’t answer him.

He’s right.

The whole touching people and knowing their every thought isn’t normal. Not at all. I’ve always known this, but who would I tell? Who would believe me? It’s a big burden to carry alone, but I have no choice.

“I don’t believe in supernaturals,” I say.

Phoenix smirks and takes a step back. He pulls his shirt off and starts to undo his pants.

“What are you doing?” I yell.

“I’m going to shift so I can prove what we are.” He moves his hand to his boxers.

“Don’t take them off!”

He shrugs. “Your choice.”

I stand there, watching him. I don’t believe that he’s going to turn into a wolf, but I’m curious to see what he’s going to do. I watch as his body starts to morph. Within seconds, Phoenix is gone and in his place is a wolf.

My heart pounds fast and I turn, prepared to run, but the wolf just sits down on the sand.

“He won’t hurt you.” Desmond attempts to reassure me, his voice softer than normal.

I think he’s scared I’m going to run.

“Your eyes are black when you’re scared too. Interesting,” Forrest says.

I lean forward to touch the wolf… Phoenix? At the last second, I pull my hand back. I can’t touch him. Not without his permission. I refuse to do that to any of them until they have a chance to know the truth about me.

Will I tell them?

I want to. They’ve told me the truth.

“You can touch him.” Puma nods his head toward the wolf. “He won’t bite.”

“I don’t like touching people.” I wrap my arms around myself and take a calming breath.

The guys all share another look, and I’m so curious as to what it means. They’re not easy to read.

While I’m watching the three of them, Phoenix shifts back into a human and…

He’s naked.

Completely naked.

I cover my eyes with my hands.

“A little warning would be nice,” I mumble, my face growing warm.

The boys all snicker.

“We don’t really care a lot about modesty,” Forrest says. “Being a shifter, you kind of have to get used to it.”

“I’m not a shifter, am I?” I ask, still keeping my eyes covered.

Do I really believe this now? I mean, a boy just changed into a wolf right in front of me. I don’t think I have a choice.

“We don’t think so,” Forrest answers.

Why am I even asking?

I’m a human.

“You can look now,” Phoenix calls out.

I uncover my eyes, but I don’t look at him. I’m sure my face is bright red.

“You have to come with us.” Forrest takes a step forward, his voice urgent.

“Come with you where?”

“To our school,” he answers. “Shifter Academy.”

“But I’m not a shifter.”

“No, but you are a supernatural. Until we figure out what you are and make sure you aren’t going to expose us all to the humans, we have to keep an eye on you,” Forrest says. “At school, we can figure out your lineage and what you are.”

“No.” I straighten to my full height and give him a pointed look.

“Excuse me?” He returns my intense gaze, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, I am not coming with you. Are you psycho?” I take a step forward to show him that I’m not scared—even if he is a foot and a half taller than me. I refuse to be intimidated by him.

“I am your alpha,” he grits out between clenched teeth. “You don’t have a choice.”

“Yes, I do.” I raise my chin and glare at him.

I turn around quickly. My hair slaps him on the chest, which is very satisfying, and I storm off in the direction of my house.

Nobody tells me what to do.

I hear footsteps behind me, but I don’t give them the satisfaction of looking back.

FORREST.

Maybe sedating the girl wasn’t the best decision ever, but what else was I supposed to do? Let my mate leave? Let her go back to her human world and go to school without her? Even if I wanted that, which I don’t, I can’t do that. We can’t just leave a supernatural out there without proper training. The last thing we need is to be exposed to the humans.

We didn’t have a choice.

Desmond is glaring at me from the backseat. He has made it very clear that he disapproves of this plan, but he has yet to offer up another solution.

This is what we have to do.

I put my eyes forward, watching the road.

Alejandra is going to be pissed when she wakes up, but I can’t bring myself to regret what I’ve done. I just did what had to be done.

“She’s got a lot of spirit,” Phoenix murmurs.

I nod.

She certainly does.

Nobody stands up to an alpha unless they have a death wish. She didn’t back down either. She stood her ground when she told me no. I was impressed but also scared. What if she does the same thing to another alpha?

I grip the steering wheel tighter.

“We have to protect her,” I say. “She’s so…” I took in the rear-view mirror at her sleeping form.

“Tiny,” Phoenix finishes. “She really is.”

“It’s our job to protect her.”

“We will.”

“I don’t know why she has four mates. It’s unheard of.” I’m worried about what it means. “I have a feeling it’s because she is going to need the protection.”

“This won’t be easy.” Phoenix sighs.

“Nothing worthwhile ever is.”

Alejandra is worth it.

She is everything.

DESMOND.

I’m so mad at my alpha for kidnapping Alejandra.

It feels… wrong.

I know that we didn’t have another choice, but we could’ve at least waited. Maybe we could’ve called Forrest’s dad and explained the situation.

I think about Alpha Romano finding out about Alejandra. He would’ve made a big deal out of it. His only son, the only heir to his throne, found his mate. Half the shifter community would have come, and it would’ve been chaos.

As angry as I am, Forrest was right to do it. That is why he is alpha. He makes the hard decisions that the rest of us can’t.

I look over at Alejandra. She’s asleep against the seat. She looks so… peaceful.

Beautiful.

I’ve never met a girl as beautiful as Alejandra. She absolutely takes my breath away. I would feel this way even if she weren’t my mate. There’s something about her light skin and dark hair. There’s something about her eyes and the way they change colors—exactly like a mood ring. And there is something about how short she is. Short, yet so fierce. She stood up to Forrest when she didn’t like what he said. She’s done what the rest of us would be way too scared to do.

And she is mine.

I am hers.

My mate.

So perfect.