Your life has been one big roller-coaster, bouncing around the foster system since you were 7-years-old; finally getting adopted on your 16th birthday. Unfortunately for you, your family aren't the..best of people. You'd often show up to school with bruises or leave the house after getting screamed at over minor accidents such as not leaving your shoes at the door, or leaving a light on. But you're hoping that things will hopefully start to settle down now that your family has been forced to move thanks to your ' father's ' job as an architect. Maybe this will be the fresh start you've needed? Your adoptive parents finished the paperwork to get you enrolled into the academy in town about two weeks ago, and now you're fully registered in their system.

But what they didn't tell you, was that 'Westbrook' academy, is an institute for werewolves; something you were completely oblivious to due to your childhood. Maybe you wouldn't get eaten alive? Maybe.

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Monday, January 2nd. 6:45 AM.

As your alarm clock goes off, you're jolted awake by the unpleasant ringing in your ears. After taking a few moments to gather yourself, you showered then brushed your teeth; eventually residing in your closet where you began skimming through what to wear on your first day of what you thought would be a normal public school.

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Walking into school, you head into the dean's office and gather your class schedule and dorm key/locker info. You click your tongue and sigh, eventually finding your first class: homeroom.

With a noticeably unsteady breath, you knock. A woman's face appears.

"Come in," She beckons you inward, stepping to the side as you step into the classroom; a strange yet not unpleasant scent hitting you in the face.

Elias glanced up from his journal, his pupils dilating immediately upon settling onto the new student; and her felt the finer hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

The Alpha-to-be had just Imprinted onto a human. Not good.