I walk into my fifth period class. This was the only class I was actually able to enjoy,mainly since my crack-headed best friend was also in this class. I take my seat where I usually sit and wait for Cam a.k.a the crack-head. Since the professor wasn't here I decided to take a mini cat nap. My eyes drift closed and I'm left with the black of my eyelids and the murmuring of my class mates. Dude being a werewolf, an Alpha that is hard as hell. I have to sit here with the constant need for a mate that I would never meet. I have to keep my pack under control, and with Cam as my Beta I might as well have been a one man band. And then I even have to keep up with my grades in this run down McDonalds lookin' ass school. But the only reason I do any of this is so that I can care for my mate, whoever they might be. I want a good life but I can't have that unless I work for it. I don't even have to react when some unknown person smacks the fRiCk out of my neck hard enough to send me in to the sixth dimension.