The last werewolf standing

*** Angel’s POV *** * “Angel, darling… you will be late for school,” Nana says from the living room just when I finish packing my bag for the day. “I am coming,” I told her, and grabbed my leather jacket from the closet. I dress casually. I don’t like to be in the spotlight, so I wear jeans and a gray long-shelved fitted T-shirt. “Good morning Nana.” I greet her with a kiss on her cheek. Nana is a 65-year-old, very kind and caring woman. She and her husband took me in when I had nowhere to go when I was just a twelve-year-old, who lost her whole family and whole pack in an attack. I say pack because I am a werewolf. At least that’s what my parents and whole family were before hunters killed them all. We were living in a pack by the mountains of Vancouver, the Golden Crescent Pack. It was a beautiful place and I loved living there. The memories are still fresh in my mind from the last day I spent there. That was the worst day of my life and I remember it like it was yesterday. “Good morning sweetie. Hurry up, you will be late again,” she says with a smile. Sadly, her husband died three years ago, so now it’s just Nana and me. We live in a small cottage on the edge of the forest in Vancouver. I know I should have left here, as my parents told me to, after the attack, or it was more like a sl*ughter, but I couldn’t get myself to go too far from my home. “Alright Nana, see you later.” I told her and started running to school, which wasn’t far from our cottage. I usually run there because I think it’s good training. Before mom and dad died, they told me to run and escape the hunters because I am special, and I would understand everything with time. They told me to mend in among humans and wait for my wolf. They also told me to continue training just like we have done with them since I was six. Mom said I needed to avoid trouble and I couldn’t tell anyone who and what I was, no matter what, because that could cost my life and the existence of werewolves. Actually, Mom didn’t know that back then, but the hunters managed to kill every single werewolf around here. I don’t know about others, but I am pretty sure I am the only one left in Canada. “Hi baby.” Chris, my boyfriend, calls out to me when I reach the parking lot of the school. I make my way towards him and greet him with a kiss. “Hi Chris. Where is Lara?” I asked him with a smile. Lara has been my best friend since I started in school here. They are all human, but actually it is stupid of me to mention that because as I said… I am the last werewolf alive. “She said she has something to do, but she will join us later,” Chris says, and I nod my head. We started dating a few months ago, but nothing happened between us, except kissing and cuddling. I know it’s stupid, but I want to wait a few years before I give myself to someone. I know my mate is probably dead just like every other werewolf, but I just feel like it’s not right if I have s*x with someone who isn’t my mate. “Oh, okay,” I told him, and we started walking towards the school hand in hand. “Your birthday is next Saturday, what are you planning to do?” he asks. Actually, my birthday is on Friday, but I need to tell everyone that it is on 29th June, so one day later because of my shift. This Friday I will turn 18, and I will shift for the first time and I will get to talk to my wolf for the first time too. I couldn’t tell them that my actual birthday is on the 28th because I needed to be left alone that day to shift alone somewhere deep in the forest where no one could hear my screams. I am very excited about having my wolf finally. I have a lot of questions and I will get the chance to talk about our kind with someone after six years. “I don’t know, let’s go to a club, maybe.” I tell him, and he wraps his arm around me as we walk. Chris is a good guy with a good heart, not to mention how s*xy he is. He is tall with muscles in the right places. He has brown eyes and hair. He is very handsome, and he is a popular boy in our school. We are in our senior year in high school, with only a few more days till graduation. “If you want to… I don’t mind, beautiful,” he says and presses a kiss onto my cheek. He calls me beautiful all the time because I am actually really very beautiful. Werewolves were always appealing to humans with our perfect bodies and features. It’s just in our nature to be flawless, so the whole school calls us the dream couple because the girls are dying to date Chris, while the guys would give anything to have even a single conversation with me. We are both already used to all the attention, but we only have eyes for each other. I don’t have deep feelings for Chris. As soon as I know that my mate is alive, I will leave him in a heartbeat. However, he is my friend too, so we are perfectly fine by each other’s side for the time being. He respects me and doesn’t go after other girls while he is with me, so I respect him as well. “We will talk about it at lunch. See you later.” I told him when we reached the classroom where my first class would take place. “Alright, see you later.” He says and kisses my forehead before walking away. I walk in and ignore the looks that I get from the guys in the class. I know they are checking me out as I am making my way to my seat. Even though I try to dress casually, they always eye me up and down when I step into the classroom while the girls are glaring at me with jealousy. Actually, they have every reason to be jealous of me because I have very long hair with a unique color that is between ginger, light brown and blonde with big, vivid, gray-blue eyes. Everybody thinks I dyed my hair, and they ask me all the time which color code it is. I always tell them it’s natural, but they never believe me. My skin is naturally tan and flawless, my lips are perfectly plump, so I get why they are like that with me. The only girl who is nice to me is Lara, my best friend. She is beautiful too, and she was never jealous of me. We are always there for each other and tell everything to one another, except the werewolf thing. I am actually considering telling her once I can prove that I am not mentally ill so she will believe me when I turn into my wolf in front of her, but I am not sure if it’s a good idea. I don’t want to lose her. Chris is another story. I think if our relationship turns serious, I will need to tell him sooner or later. Especially when he demands an explanation as to why I don’t want to have anything s*xual with him for years. I want to give myself a few years to find my mate if he hasn’t died yet. I know it’s quite impossible, but a girl can hope, right? By the way, maybe my mate is not even a werewolf. In my pack there were at least 8–10 humans since they were the mates of some pack members, so it’s not impossible to have a human for a mate. If my mate was really a werewolf, and he died, then there is a chance to have a second-chance mate as a human as well, so I am quite sure I will find my mate one day. At least I hope. If he is human, I will turn him into a werewolf with my mark, so it actually doesn’t matter if he will be one or not. Plus, I will love him either way. I don’t have any plans for the future. I didn’t apply to any college either. I can still do that later if I want to, but first I want to find my mate if he exists. I feel so alone as a werewolf in the human world, like I don’t belong here and there is this pang in my chest every time I think about my mate or my family. ‘Everything will be alright once you find your mate.’ Mom's words still echo in my head and those words made me keep going in the hard times too. “Miss Williams, please pay attention.” My math teacher, Mrs. Coleman says, and I sit up straight right away. “Sorry ,Mrs. Coleman:” I tell her and try to pay attention. I am a good student, but I am distracted more and more as my birthday is coming. I feel restless, I feel like something will happen, and my peaceful life will come to an end. Let’s just hope it will be a positive change instead of a negative one.