Different: The White Wolf

Chapter 1

Lena's POV

This party was totally insane!

Club 99 was closed and reserved for Richard Price's strictly-by-invitation birthday party. A big cheesy disco ball was spewing out dancing dots of lights, splashing glitter all over the floors and walls. Nevertheless, only strategic places were illuminated by the flashing pink and blue lights, a greater perimeter was left in dimly-lit murkiness which was probably full of people doing things that were reserved for dark and dingy areas.

In one corner, it seemed like Zara Beige was getting manhandled. I think that's the only way to describe the clumsy movement of his hand under her shirt as he does something to her breasts that reminded me of a terrible summer I spent at my Aunt's Dairy Farm in Texas milking cows. Oh well, Zara seemed to have been enjoying it.

At another corner, I saw Zachary and his friends at the bar laughing loudly and chatting over their glasses of whisky and vodka. I saw Collins pouring shots into Brian's mouth. Brian, a lightweight who never learns his lesson each and every time he wakes up in a pool of his own puke. Someone is definitely going to be clinging to the rim of a toilet bowl soon; someone ironically named Brian.

My eyes dragged over to the final corner. I saw her. Everyone calls us twins because we're always together and we do literally everything together, but in reality we're just best friends. We became really, really close almost the instant we met, simply because we've always had the same interests and our families are tightly related and we also belong to the same wolf pack, Willow Moon Pack. Hence, known each other since we were little girls and even garnered the nickname, The Twins Of The Willow Moon Pack.

She's with her boyfriend or her mate, Luke and both with their iPhones were out, off course. They're squishing their faces together as they pose romantically. They're probably taking their hundredth selfie today, Snapped, Instagrammed, Tik-Toked and had the hell hashtagged out of it. Or whatever they do with their pictures. The perks of being the cutest couple at school that everyone admired but secretly envied because they were the ultimate match and the perfect package. Leah met her mate the moment she got her wolf, the lucky guy turning out to be Luke Carson.

Leah and I had been together over the years of our lives, built the reputation of being the most popular girls at Halewood High, the most elite school here in Willow Towns. The school and everyone in it practically worshiped the ground we walked on, we were beautifully attractive, smart and the leaders of the cheerleading team.

All the girls would kill to have just to be able to accompany us during one of our Sunday shopping outings and there was literally a wait list of boys who would like to date us. But Leah had a nice boyfriend and I was uninterested in the rest of the asshat males in our school.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the motherfucking Leah Hales." Speaking of asshat males, Nathan Jones and the flock of asshole testosterone-doused clowns he calls friends walked by where I stood at the fruit punch bowl. A moment of insanity about to behold.

Nate Jones had a complacent smirk etched to the lines of lips as he eyed me down seductively. He has a notorious reputation for his perpetual skirt-chasing habits in this school and I've continually let him know that I would never have anything to do with him, but his skull was too thick to register any of that information, apparently.

I signed, mentally preparing myself for a conversation with the dufus and turned away from the fruit punch bowl, facing him. "What the fuck do you want Nate?" I folded my arms, uninterestedly questioning.

He chuckled, "What's with the attitude pumpkin, I just got here? You should be jumping with excitement to see me." His flirtatious tone sent icky shivers down my spine.

"This party was so much better before you and your band of clowns showed up." I hissed in annoyance. "Do your best not to bother me throughout the rest of it." I was firmed and terse in my statement and then turned to leave but Nate stopped me in my tracks by yanking my arm and making me face him back.

He licked his lips lustfully at me, "Look, I'm not here to fight with you, sweet thing. I'm just here for my share." The cuckoo's brain stated.

I arched my brows at him, his statement was confusing and the more minutes I spent here in the presence of this guy with an IQ lower than his age, the more irritation that flooded my veins.

"And what the hell do you mean by that?" I questioned obliviously and this earned a mocking laughter from his band of clowns and even he himself chuckled in amusement.

"A little birdie told me you've been fucking all the boys in the football team, starting from Trevor Lance, the pretty boy quarterback." Nate divulged, whimsically describing Trevor and I was immediately taken aback, my eyes widened in shock. "And these rumours don't lie, so I want my share too." The confidence in which he shamelessly spoke fueled my anger the more and it took everything in me to not slap him shit in the face.

I couldn't because Richard Price's daddy was our principal and he made it clear at the beginning at this party that any form of violence would attract a two weeks suspension. I couldn't ruin my clean slate because of this douchebag.

"What the actual fuck, Nate? Has all the crack you smoke finally scrambled your brain matter because I don't get what the heck you're yapping about." I snapped, the timbre of my town skyrocketing and I pulled my arm out of his grip.

"Relax, pumpkin. You can save all these feistiness for the bedroom. I like them spunky." He smirked, gloating and manifesting in some sort of peculiar testosteroned moronity.

"Your brain is spunky." I pointed out and the smirk vanished from his face, all hints of gloat along with it.

I cleared my throat, "Well boys, since you're so infested with my personal life, I'll have you know that I didn't sleep with anyone from the football team. They're all fabricated lies."

Nate scoffed, "That's not what the rumours say."

"Well, even if they were true, I would never sleep with you Nate, even if you were the last man on earth or sleeping with you would magically end the world's hunger and bring world peace." It was my turn to smirk smugly, I was hitting him where it hurt. His ego. "Besides, rumour has it that you have an itty-bitty teensy-weensy dick. See, I hear things too." I demonstrated, bringing together my thumb and index finger the smallest width away from each other and satisfactorily watched all the complacent colour drain from his face as I delivered the final blow.

I had rendered Nate dumfounded and unable to say anything in a retort and I laughed at the hysterical look on his face.

"Come on guys, let's go. She's just a bitter virgin." One of the guys from the band of clowns voiced, and the guys all turned to leave. The shame was evident in their face. Not so fast.

"And I suppose you aren't?" I retorted, folding my arms. The guys halted in their tracks and turned to face me.

The boy shrugged, "Yeah."

"Sleeping with your grandma's dog doesn't count, Jake." I chuckled, pouting my lips as I feigned pity.

His face went beetroot immediately in embarrassment, and even his friends started snickering around him, "It's just a rumour!" He stated vehemently.

"Exactly my point." I chuckled, flipping my luscious brown locks and walked away from the idiots.

I sat down at one of the booths and let out a loud exhale, apparently putting dickheads in their place took a lot of work and plus, I was already bored of the party. I was just waiting around for Leah so we could go home. I brought out my phone with the intent of busying myself for the rest of the night scrolling through Instagram.

"Funny conversation with Nate and his friends back there." I spun around on hearing the familiar voice. It was Trevor Lance, the handsome and talented star quarterback of Halewood High's reputable football team. He had two drinks- martinis with cucumber slices- in his hands.

"Yeah. They're all dimwits." I smiled and he laughed lightly, beckoning on the empty space at where I sat and I nodded, agreeing for him to sit next to me and I scooted giving him enough room.

He heaved a sigh, sitting down. "You really know how to put them in their place, Lena." He then passed me one of the drinks.

I grinned proudly, nodded, accepting his drink.

"They said I had sex with you." I decided to let him know, and then took a sip off the Italian drink.

He coughed awkwardly, clearing his throat, "And what's so bad about that?" He questioned playfully.

I smiled, "The fact that it's never going to happen?"

He feigned being hurt, by dramatically clutching his chest and pretending to die. I laughed softly at his antics.

"So, has the Lena Hales thought about agreeing to go on a date with me?" Trevor finally asked and I chuckled nervously, taking yet another sip off my drink. I really had a hard time saying no to Trevor and that was because he was the only other friend I had apart from Leah who wasn't after my money or just wanting to associate because of the fame. And recently, he had been making advances at me. It made our friendship quite uncomfortable.

"Yeah, about that-" I was about to make up yet another excuse to not go on a date with him, but as if on cue, one of the doors opened and I was left awestruck at the entrance of a magnificent specimen.

He looked like he had just walked out of a "Sexiest Man Alive Magazine." Cringe as hell but– fuck, he was so god-damned good-looking. And I'd be evil if I kept all the candid details to myself.

His lush jet-black hair was neat and flowing, groomed so carefully such that they deeply complimented his aquamarine-green eyes that were beautiful, orb-round and shone like two eternity green jewels, yet they held a cold, hostile gleam etched in their glassy gaze, and it was almost bewitching.

His chiseled jawline was a bit downplayed by his neatly, bearded face and his lips sat gracefully on his face, which seemed like it was always, permanently scowled but in a tremendously attractive way. He was tall, rigidly fit and dazzled with flare in a dapper navy-blue button up shirt, a pair of Calvin Klein jeans and sneakers.

"You were saying, Lena?" Trevor's voice interrupted me and I was jolted out of my totally pervy admiration.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. We can go on a date or whatever." I hadn't realize what I said and would go on to regret it later. My brain immediately zoned out whatever Trevor must've said next as my eyes still followed the handsome specimen's every movement.

He didn't look familiar at all, and Willow Towns was a small town and you could recognize someone who was from the town. He looked so out of place and lost, lonely even.

I wanted to go talk to him and make him feel comfortable, and I did. Oh no someone should stop me because I'm getting closer.

And his eyes just landed on me, a smirk immediately curling up his heart shaped lips.

Chapter 2

Leah's POV

"I love you, Leah." Luke cooed affectionately as he placed a kiss on my forehead.

My cheeks flushed red as I smiled at his heart confession, "I love you too, Luke." And with that, I got up from the barstools and made my way to the bathroom.

When you mention Leah Sharman at Halewood High, you're instantly reminded by the students of how beautiful I am, a smart straight A student and one of the delectable co-captain of the cheerleading team who's always in the company of her inseparable best friend, Lena Hales and I enjoyed relishing in the attention and popularity I've gathered in this school.

Today was some boy in my grade's birthday party and I didn't care to know his name or anything, Lena said he was the principal's son. Both of us were invited to the party because we're always invited to everything.

It was a fun party, although I've attended better ones. I was only here because everyone else at school was here, there was alcohol and my boyfriend, Luke was his family friend or whatever, if not I would've declined the invitation.

I entered into the female bathroom and immediately regretted it as I was welcomed by the repulsive and revolting sight of panties and used condoms littered all over the place, puke that drunk idiots had left all over the floor and in places you'd never expect– some were even still clinging to the toilet bowl and the crowing piece of all, was the sight of a couple having a quickie in one of the bathroom stalls I had opened to use. I cringed in disgust and closed the door shut.

That's practically the content you get when you throw a party and invite hormonal teenagers who spend way too much time doing anything else but studying.

I really, really had to pee so I left the female toilet and went to the men's bathroom, it's not like anyone paid attention to the gender specific toilets. I prayed and hoped that the male convenience would be at least be more decent for use, although decency is something you'd never expect at a teenage party.

The first stall I opened was clean, used condom and used toilet paper free and conducive enough. I did my business and went over to the water faucet to wash my hand.

After the sanitary action, I decided to bring out my phone and post a few of the cute pictures Luke and I took on Instagram. Luke and I had been dating for a year, it was an instant connection as the moment he walked into our classroom as a new transfer student, I just knew that he was my destined mate and we've been inseparable ever since.

After uploading the pictures, I slid my phone into my purse, smoothened my pink tube dress and arranged my hair in the mirror. I was ready to leave the bathroom after that.

I received a notification as I walked down the hallway and knew it was probably a comment on the cute pictures I posted, I brought out my phone and got distracted with it, so much that I wasn't looking where I was going and I collided with somethi- no someone.

"Shit!" The person immediately cussed above me. It wasn't unnatural though, whoever the person was had gotten their toes crushed underneath the stiletto heel of my favorite silver, glittery pumps. Not something palatable, trust me.

The masculinity of the voice couldn't be mistaken, though. The voice was soothing and breathtaking, even though he was groaning and cussing in pain.

I looked up and was met face to face with the most glorious and magnificent pair of sea-green eyes I had ever seen, dark glossy hair and a charming grin that would instantly make any girl forget about the existence of any other male on the planet- except Luke, I had to remind myself that I had a boyfriend and also had to convince myself- quite unbelievably, that Luke was hotter.

But that was a lie, the boy's hotness wasn't even slightly diminished by the hysterical fact that he was hopping on one foot and cussing out profusely.

I put my phone away, "Oh my God, I'm sorry." I apologized, rushing forward to support him and having a feel of his biceps that really felt as good as they looked.

He managed to stand upright and his face contorted into a smile that seemed so much like a grimace, "It's not your fault, we were both distracted."

"I guess."

"Well, hi." He held out his hand and I took it, shaking it with a smile on my face. "I'm Damon Salvatore. What's your name?"

I raised a brow amusingly, "Damon Salvatore, like from Vampire diaries?"

He laughed, "No, a different Damon Salvatore. But I guess we both have our good-looks in common." He gave a cheeky grin and I mentally agreed with him.

"I'm Leah Sharman. Nice to meet you." I said, we released hands now.

"The pleasure is mine, meeting a beautiful girl like you would be pleasurable to anyone." He smiled, the way the words rolled off his tongue were like milk and honey. I flushed red at the complement.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"Sure, see you around, Leah." He waved and with that, he was gone.

~Lena's POV~

The moment handsome jet-black dude walked into this place, the wanting to go talk to him immediately befell me.

This is me, Lena Hales, a girl who has paid no interest to any guy and even the star quarterback who was with me some minutes ago, professing love would have to wait a hundred years to get this kind of attention from me.

Succumbing to the urge and premonition I felt and leaving Trevor at the booth, yammering about whatever he had planned for our date, I straightened my dress and fluffed my hair. With a smile, I began walking over to his direction and just that moment the power went off with a loud, frightening pop and everywhere was pitch black.

A collective, panicked gasp rises in the crowd and they began to murmur and ravage around for their phones. Someone almost knocks me over and I stumble back, catching my balance that's when it befell me.

The strong urge to do it, for some reason. And I immediately took a liking to idea.

I had no plan on how to go about it. It was an impulse resolve and I went along with it.

I was going to kiss him.

And I was going to do it fast, so I ran ahead quickly as some people had started switching on the flashlights on their phone and they were working on getting the power back on. So I pushed through a number of bodies, using my sixth-sense and making my way towards him.

When I reached him, I immediately realized it was him. There was something about the jasmine-scented cologne that melted me into ashes that screamed "hot, sexy new boy." I swallowed nothing, mentally embracing myself for the action and then tugged on his shirt, "Hey." I could sense the moment he turned to face me and immediately, I locked my lips with his in a freaking kiss.

My brain going totally numb when he responded. He doesn't know who I am does he???

CHAPTER THREE Lena's POV The electricity exploding in me during the kiss sent shivers down my spine and made the hairs on my skin erect as my lips tingled. I did it. I was kissing handsome jet-black dude. And then almost as quickly as the kiss had started, I stopped it and disappeared into the darkness before the lights would come on and he would see my face. ... My timing was impeccably perfect last night because as soon as I had scrambled my way out of the party room, the lights came back on and the loud music started blaring again.

A loud cheer erupted from the party crowd at that moment as I hit the street and ran home without looking back. Immediately I came back home, I typed a text to Leah telling her I had to leave the party early and then I instantly plummeted into the world of sleep without showering or having dinner. And that pretty much summed up everything that happened leading up to me waking up quite grumpy the next morning, which happened to be a Monday morning and that meant I had to be in school in few moments. I hated Mondays. I just wished they could be deleted by some magical, sorcerous, voodoo witchcraft. And besides, why would they throw a party on a Sunday night? And why did we attend anyways, I'm regretting even going in the first place. I let out a deep yawn as I tried to sit a top my bed. Sniffling and scratching the mop of brunette waves on my head, I came down from my bed and made my way to the bathroom. After freshening up and emitting a series of unladylike cusses because I was pissed off going to school today, I went into my wardrobe and threw on an orange crop T-shirt and a pair of boyfriend jeans. After sliding on my a pair of Nike slippers and packing my hair into a ponytail, I wore my school bag over my shoulder and admired my self one last time in front of the mirror. I couldn't bring myself to put much effort into my looks today, I was tired and needed coffee stat. Normally, Leah and I are fashion killers and do our best to make statements with our outfits every school day. But today was not like that day, I was just so apathetic towards life today and I felt like how I would feel usually when I was on my monthly period. "Yelena Abigail Sharman! Come downstairs this instant!" That was the timbre of my mum's tone quivering for my presence downstairs. I sighed deeply, rolling my eyes. She knew how much I loathed being called by my full name and she had just decided to press my buttons this morning. I was already not in the mood. "Coming Mother!" I equally yelled my reply and made my way downstairs in a hurry. I reached downstairs and sauntered into the kitchen, catching the full view of my family members in their natural habitat, the kitchen. My dad was making pancakes while my mum was fiddling with the coffee maker and my younger brother, Mason was at the dining table, a tower of pancakes already in front of him and he was busy stuffing his face. I wasn't in the mood for any conversation with anyone until I had had my mug of coffee, the key to me getting through the rest of this Monday without dying at least five times. And my mother knew exactly the kind of daughter she had and already had my hot mug of saving - black brewed coffee, waiting for me. I let out a satisfied sigh as I grabbed the mug on the kitchen counter and took a sip off the steaming hot liquid, "Morning mum, morning dad." I finally greeted the lot and turned to my younger brother, "Boy I have to share a last name with." I acknowledged him with a curt nod and he nodded too, crinkling his nose. We had a weird way of relating with each other. "For now, soon you'll graduate highschool and get married to your pretty little boyfriend." Mason teased with a playful smirk and snickered afterwards. I rolled my eyes, "I don't have a boyfriend." "Yeah right." He scoffed, stuffing his face with half a pancake. "What about the quarterback guy, we all know you both are so in love." He further teased, his words coming out muttered due to his mouthful. "I can't wait to see the day that Lena actually falls in love with someone. " I heard a familiar voice speak and I turned around to see Leah striding into the kitchen casually. That's a surprise, when did she get here? And how did she look so put together and glowy this morning, stunning in her pink romper and matching colored flats? Well, I wasn't too shocked that Leah was here though, we always spent time at each other's houses and like I said before, we're like twin sisters. "Keep talking and you won't life to see any day at all." I retorted, feigning a smile and she grinned back playfully. "Oh my God, Lena. You're so single it's frustrating your life this morning." Leah laughed and I told my eyes. "Why are you guys talking like I haven't had a boyfriend before?" I had to ask, they were treating me like I was some love-sick hormonal teenager. "Just so you know, pimply-faced Curtis you had your first kiss with in right grade doesn't count." Leah teased, laughing. I groaned in frustration, "It was an accident!" I maintained my stance over the incident that happened four years ago and didn't pay attention to the snickers from my family member in the background. Leah's laughter tapered down and she cleared her throat, "Well Sharman family, I'd love to stick around longer but Lena and I have to get going to school now." Leah announced to my parents and Mason and I arched my brows at that. "But I haven't had my pancakes yet." I cooed and pouted. "Wake up earlier next time, or better still get your car fixed." She rejoindered and I huffed, rolling my eyes. My car broke down during the weekend and I've been too lazy to get it towed to the repair place so I'm stuck with tagging along with Leah for rides. Not like any of us were complaining though. I threw a middle finger at her and she snickered. I went over and placed a kiss on my mum's cheek and then hugged my dad goodbye. "Bye mum, Bye dad." Walking over to where Mason sat, I ruffled his brown locks playfully, "Bye, Mason. Try not to be a nuisance at school today." He huffed, ignoring me and continued concentrating on his plates of pancakes. "Let's go." I beckoned to Leah and we both walked out of the house and made out way to her Black Hyundai Elantra, our ride to school this morning. I was in charge of the music so I connected my phone via bluetooth to the car speakers and increased the volume of the rap music that blared through the speakers. Leah didn't like that type of music though, she was a Taylor Swift type of girl and I absolutely adored NBA Youngboy. "I just took the foreign on the block and took the top off. Talking out his top, I go by top, I get em' knocked off." I rapped along to the lyrics of the song and that earned me series of sighs and eye rolls from Leah. I chuckled at some. As we drove down the road, I look out the window and fed my eyes with the sight of my hometown, Willow Town. It was just a pack in form or shape of a town, or maybe just a town; because only the dwellers knows this beautiful small town is actually WILLOW MOON PACK. Most of the people who lived here were werewolves members of our pack, but we weren't hostile to the humans that decided to live here. The Alpha is a rich, business tycoon amd his Luna was running the business under "Halewood High" and you'd never guess it, but I had their son; the mighty Alpha son crawling at my feet. None other than Trevor Lance. Speaking of Trevor, I've received like fifty-two texts already from him about his ideas for our date I regret mindlessly agreeing to and he asking me questions as to why I left the party early. Scrolling through my phone now, I realize how worried he must've been when the lights came back on and I was nowhere to be found. Well my parents and I were simply just ordinary werewolf individuals and we had no rank whatsoever. And I think I took the word "ordinary" very serious because I'm eighteen already and I haven't manifested my wolf form yet, and that sucks because it meant I couldn't find my mate yet. And yes, I'm very sure it's not Trevor. He keeps thinking we're meant for each other for some reason, ruining our friendship just because he thinks we're the perfect match. He follows me around the whole place and doesn't even pose the dignity that the son of an Alpha possesses. What's quite funny is that despite he always being interested in me, he's nothing but a playboy and I've known that since seventh grade when he took five girls to the dance and dumped all of them afterwards. Yet, he claims he loves me. He has the looks, the charms and the skills of the talented star quarterback. He's dreamy, I admit but I'm not into him at all. Maybe it's because he's been my friend for so long or I'm aware of his play boy habits. Sadly, I had agreed to go on a date with said playboy who is on love me and I wasn't the type to break promises so I would have to talk to him today to make plans. Our love stories are kind of similarly pathetic. Our first loves broke our hearts and we have being single since then- He, taking advantage of his charm and sleeping around with more than half the girls in our grade. Nevertheless, he has always hope and believed that I will be his destined partner, and that cannot be confirmed- and I pray it doesn't, until I have a wolf and I find my mate. He on the other hand, has his wolf already and he didn't sniff me as his mate. I hadn't realized we had pulled over at school until Leah whacked the back of my head and I was jolted out of my thoughts. "I don't know what you're thinking about, but you left me listening to your crappy rap music alone all through the ride." She stated, folding her arms and I flashed her a grin. "I'm fine. Just a bit grumpy and not wanting to be in school this morning." I explained and she squinted her eyes at m suspiciously. "Must definitely have something to do with you leaving the party early last night. I'm still waiting for the gist on that one." I smiled faintly, "It's nothing. I just kissed a random guy and freaked out." I told my best friend and she gave me a cheeky, teasing grin and she flashed her brows at me. "Seems like someone had a good night yesterday." She laughed, nudging my shoulders. "Speaking of random guys, you needed to have seen this hot dude I met near the bathrooms." Leah stated excitedly and I was really surprised she had just called a male hot. She strangely believes that no other guy was hot apart from her boyfriend, Luke. So for her to have called this one hot, that meant- "He had the most glorious aquamarine eyes-" I completely zoned out after hearing that and could only see the inaudible movements of Leah's lips after that. Aquamarine eyes? That could only mean, Leah saw handsome jet-black dude too. Could she be interested in him as well?