I walk toward the entrance of the mall and head straight for the cashier. I've been craving a strawberry-banana smoothie with whipped cream, so I order it and take a seat by the window, waiting for Emily to show up. The mall is bustling, but it doesn't feel too crowded yet. I pull out my phone and send a quick text to my mom to let her know what time I'll be home.
When my phone pings, signaling a response, I pull it out and read it.
K honey, I have a meeting in the next town over. I'm sorry we can't celebrate tonight. Logan will be staying with Jack, so you have the house to yourself. Feel free to do whatever, just don't do anything reckless! I'll be back on Tuesday. Logan will be staying with Jack till then. Love you! Have fun! đ
I smile softly at the message and turn off my phone. My mom is the representative of our pack, and she often goes to meetings with Alpha Mason. Alpha Mason has two kids my age-Cole and Jenny. Cole is the one everyone is waiting for. He's 17, just like me, and will take over the pack when he finds his mate. I've heard rumors that he might already know who she is, but who knows? It's not like I've been invited to any of those secret Alpha meetings. Jenny, his twin, will be the Luna of the pack when Cole takes over, and every girl seems to be hoping that she'll be the one.
But I'm not like that. I've got other things to worry about besides some boy. My dad died when I was 8. Logan, my little brother, was just 4. I remember the day like it was yesterday. My mom was heartbroken. He was her mate, her soulmate, and they were destined for each other. I always hear people talk about how rare and beautiful it is when a pair of mates find each other. That's something I wish I could understand better. I wonder if I'll ever find love like that, too.
When my dad died, everything changed. Mom had to step up and take care of us. She got a job, which was a big deal because she hadn't worked before. But she did what she had to do to support Logan and me. The weird thing is, it turned out to be the best decision she could've made. Now she's the vice president of a mega-corporation and living a life that would've been unimaginable back then. She's been on the rise ever since, and that's something I'm proud of. But at the same time, I've always felt like I had to grow up fast.
I had to watch over Logan, be the responsible one when Mom was working late or away at meetings. It's a lot for a kid, but I did it. Now, Logan is 13, and I've gotten used to this role, even if it doesn't always feel fair. He's the troublemaker, the one who always needs to be bailed out, but I love him. I can't imagine not being his big sister. He still calls me "Moo," just like he did when he was a toddler. It's cute, but he's growing up fast, and it's a bit bittersweet.
I look up, still lost in my thoughts, and see Emily jogging toward me, her blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. I stand up and wave at her, a grin spreading across my face. When she reaches me, I immediately hug her, and we both laugh. She's wearing her usual hoodie and leggings, but she manages to make it look effortless.
"Happy birthday, Moo!" Emily exclaims, her voice full of excitement.
I laugh at the stupid nickname she gave me back in first grade. It stuck, even though we're 17 now. "Thanks, Emmy. I swear, you've been calling me that for so long, I think it's officially my name."
She grins, sliding into the seat across from me. "Well, it's better than calling you 'Moo Moo' like I used to."
I roll my eyes. "I'm glad you finally decided to drop that one."
Emily laughs, and I can tell she's genuinely excited about today. She's been looking forward to this as much as I have, maybe more. "Alright, so what's the plan? Are we going straight to the movie after this, or should we do a little shopping first?"
I take a sip of my smoothie, savoring the sweetness. "I don't know, I figured we could hang out for a bit and then head over to the theater at 11:20. That gives us just enough time to get our popcorn."
"Perfect," she says, her eyes lighting up. "And then, after the movie, we can hit up the mall for some serious birthday shopping. You know I'm buying you a present, right?"
I grin at her. "You don't have to. Just hanging out with you is enough. But I'll accept the present anyway."
We both laugh, and I feel the tension from earlier fade. It's been a long time since I've just had a day to hang out and not worry about responsibilities. No pack meetings, no corporate calls for Mom. Just me and Emily, like old times.
"So," Emily leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially, "any new crushes? I mean, seriously, I know you've been dodging the Alpha boys, but come on, there has to be someone you're eyeing."
I almost choke on my smoothie. "What? Are you crazy? You know how I feel about that whole thing. I'm not interested in any of those pack politics or whatever. I'm fine on my own."
Emily raises an eyebrow. "Sure, sure. But you've got to admit, Cole's not hard on the eyes."
I snort, rolling my eyes. "You're such a girl."
She shrugs with a grin. "What can I say? I'm just here for the drama."
I shake my head, laughing. "If you want drama, I'll let you know when I meet someone worth talking about. Until then, let's just focus on having fun today. Deal?"
"Deal," she says, raising her hand for a high-five.
I slap her hand and settle back into my seat. As I look out the window, I can't help but feel a small sense of relief. Maybe I'm not in any rush to find a mate or get caught up in pack politics. Maybe I can just focus on being a regular teenager for once, surrounded by people who love me.
Emily and I chat for a while longer, the time slipping by faster than I expected. Soon enough, it's time to head to the theater. We finish our smoothies and make our way toward the movie, but as we pass through the mall corridor, something makes me pause.
I glance at Emily, who's chatting away about some random topic, but my attention is caught by a pair of unfamiliar eyes across the hall. A guy, tall and dark-haired, stands near the entrance of a store, staring directly at me with an intensity that catches me off guard. His gaze feels familiar but foreign, like he knows something I don't.
Before I can even blink, I hear a low growl from his direction, and the words that follow make my stomach flip.
"Mine."
I freeze. My heart skips a beat.