“I knew it when I met him, I loved him when I left him

Got me feelin' like,

And then I had to tell him, I had to go

Havana,

Half of my heart is in Havana.”

(A/N- I was so tempted to put the song effects, but I somehow controlled my fangirlomones 😂❤️)

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"You better explain yourself in a public statement, lady." She said as she folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot obnoxiously.

"Uh... I'm... I'm sorry Kat..." I whispered, fiddling with my fingers but she narrowed her eyes at me.

"EX-CUSE- ME? That's not how you do it. Didn't I teach you the burger model?" She reprimanded in a typical High School English teacher tone. "You essay should contain a thesis statement, 3 supporting points and a conclusion. Minimum 350 words, Martha. Is this how you're gonna do it, Martha?"

"Uh, but ma'am...my name's Olivi—" I said playing along.

"MARTHA! NO ARGUMENTS!"

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing and her lips curled into a disappointed snarl but the joy in her eyes said otherwise.

"Huh," she sighed dramatically. "I'll have to teach you a lesson, Martha. Go sit at the back with that hot and mysterious boy because that is the best punishment I could come up with."

I gasp dramatically and shook my head furiously,"NO! Y-YOU CAN'T DO THAT? HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY DO ME THE BIGGEST FAVOUR ON EARTH BY STARTING THE TYPICAL CLICHÉ BETWEEN THE GOOD GIRL AND THE BAD BOY!"

She snorted, trying to hide a smile and brushed me off. "Shoo now. Go go. This is the time I'll pretend to be the most strict teacher and the biggest jerk on Earth even though I lowkey ship you two."

I stomped my foot dramatically and pretended to storm off, flipping my hair off my shoulder.

"Whatever. I gotta go and swoon over my new sexy partner now and bitch about how your hair style. Toodles!"

•°•°•

Katherine was a wee bit mad at me for not taking her with me, and going alobe. She was upset that I risked my life because of her while she was sleeping like a baby.

At first she spend good 10 minutes fussing about how worried she was when I didn't wake up for 4 days.

"OH MY GOD, OLIVIA! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW I FELT? YOU DIDN'T WAKE UP FOR 4 DAYS! I FELT LIKE IT WAS A SCENE FROM ONE OF THE TELENOVELAS I HAVE WATCHED. WHEN YOU'LL GO INTO COMA AND NOT WAKE UP FOR 5 YEARS. AND THEN AFTER YOU DO, YOU'D FORGET ABOUT ME. AND AND AND—"

I cut her off my slapping my hand over her mouth before she went on and on about her Latin Telenovelas.

She low-key loves them as much as she denies.

She has turned into a wolf already and is a very fast runner— her small form aiding her there. She was good with swords in her human form and the blood thirst in her was a real thing. Warrior blood and all.

Honestly, I am questioning why the hell I didn't bring her with me.

But then again, it didn't end well for me— I'd never want her to be in danger. Plus she was already worried about her family.

I sighed as the thoughts swirled in my mind and I climbed up the stairs to my new temporary room.

A yawn escaped my lips as I pushed the door open and slipped inside my room. I went straight to my walk in closet and adjoining bathroom. Changing into my night attire, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.

I walked up to my bed and I was yawning again as I literally threw myself on it. I pulled the covers up to my chest and almost fell asleep before noticing an important item that was placed on my bed side.

Almost.

I gasped when my eyes laid on the beautiful bouquet of white roses that were placed on my bed side. My eyes were filled with awe at how simple and pure yet gorgeous they were.

I scrambled up, and even though still tired, I snatched the bouquet and placed it on my lap.

I pulled the card out of the bouquet to see what it read and a smile appeared on my face as soon as it did.

“Dear stunning mate,

I don't know what white roses symbolize or what white stands for in a relationship. All I know is that I thought of you as soon as my eyes fell on these.

They are pure, simple yet breathtakingly beautiful like my gorgeous mate.

I couldn't help but bring these for you.

I am too chicken to come up to you and give them, but I hope you like it.

Yours truly,

Chance.

P.S. Lupus is budging me because I didn't mention him so,

Yours truly,

Lupus and Chance.”

He had signed off with a little heart in the end and I chuckled at how cliché, yet adorable it was.

I kept the roses in my jar of water and slipped back into my covers with a smile on my face.

New beginnings won't hurt, right?

•°•°•

The ringing of my phone woke me up from my beautiful dreams and I groaned, ready to shout at whoever dared to disturb my sleep. Sleep is holy. And deserves more respect.

"What!" I snapped at the caller and a chuckle was heard from the other side.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Ryder?"

"Yup," he said as he popped the 'p' and I rolled my eyes.

"You better have a good reason for waking me up, buddy, otherwise it won't end well for you." I told him in a faux reprimanding tone.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed, "Friendzoned!"

I chuckled and shook my head in amusement. He's too extra sometimes.

"Jesus." I said and smiled.

"Can you come to the woods behind the pack in like, 5 minutes?" He asked.

I nodded. But then I realized that he couldn't see me and I almost smacked myself for my stupidity.

"Urm, yeah."

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The woods behind the pack house are beautiful. Far better than the one behind my house. Simply, because the Alpha has a lot of people to take care of it.

My fingers gazed the outline of the rose flowers in the garden and a smile played on my lips as I thought about Chance's letter.

"Am I daydreaming or did you really decide to be punctual for once?"

I rolled my eyes again and punched Ryder lightly on his shoulder as he laughed at me.

"Eff off!" I told him as I sat on the garden, Indian style.

He pouted and sat beside me. "Whatever.'

We sat quitely for sometime and I wondered what he called me for.

"So," he began the conversation and I looked at him. "What's with you and Chance?"

He said Chance with a bitterness in his voice and I frowned. I didn't like that dislike he showed for some reason.

Shaking my head, I responded,"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he's always with you and seems to be overprotective and stuff. Is he your mate?"

Ryder's question caught me off guard. I didn't know what to say. As I said earlier, Chance didn't tell anyone that we were mates. So I didn't want to either because I didn't want to come off as a desperate person who wants everyone to know that he's my mate.

But things between us were going good these days, right?

"Yes, Ryder." I said. "He's my mate."

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