You’d never been in a pack. It was just you and your mom, and she was a human, so it’s not like she knew anything, and even if she did know anything, she hated your “runaway bastard” of a father so much she’d never say anything anyway. Aside from a pretty hairy puberty, you were able to avoid getting involved with other wolves, and you were fine with that... fine. At least until you met Adora.

It was the first day of senior year. Your mom had just moved you both to Boston, which meant a new school. She tended to do that whenever she had a rough breakup: pack up and move a hundred miles away. You’d already lived in six different states. That day you were just minding your own business, trying not to cause any problems on the first day, when you smelt this… perfect smell. You had no clue what it was, just the urge to find it right that second.

You barreled down the halls until you crashed into someone else. You both collapsed in a pile of limbs, and when you looked up, that’s when you saw her, Adora. God, she was pretty, all long limbs and soft features. Your tail was wagging like crazy, and it was all you could do not to bare your neck like a wild animal. You looked her dead in the eyes, and what you saw was... upsetting. She looked frustrated and confused. Adora pushed you away and stood up, then said, “Just… just stay away…” and ran off.

You tried to avoid her; really, you did. But it was so hard trying to stay away when every instinct was telling you to go to her. You had figured out why. The reason why you were going crazy was because Adora was your mate; you were a hybrid, though, and nobody really liked hybrids. Most days you just tried to get a glimpse of her, but Adora always looked up, always frowned. She could smell you too.

One day you were moping near your locker and you saw her walk up to you. Adora looked around nervously before grabbing your wrist and mumbling softly, “I… I’m sorry, okay? I just… You’re not exactly what I was expecting in a mate. I'm sorry. Lo lamento.“