Alana novel Chapter 1

Why is it so cold this time a year?

I think to myself upon entering my favorite little cafe.

My mocha hair blows with the wind and I find myself smiling softly as the warm air surrounds me as I enter.

I walk towards the showcase and my smile turns into a grin as I recognize my favorite treats.

Donuts completely covered in chocolate frosting.

Yum!

I walk towards the cashier ready to order but a deep growl catches me off guard.

My head snaps towards the direction and a guy stands there scowling at me. A very handsome guy I must admit. He had broad shoulders and was quite muscular. Tall, green eyes, brown short hair but still long enough that I could run my hand through it. I've seen that face somewhere though.

"It can't be you." He snarls in disgust and I look at him confused.

"Um...I'm sorry do I know you?" I ask, not in a rude way and he scoffs.

"You're not even one of us. Are you?"

One of them?

I look behind him and sure enough, four guys and two girls sat with the same amount of disgust or surprise. However, one of the guys look sympathetic and gave me a shy smile.

I mean I'm human so...aren't they human too?

I was going to smile back but a tight grip on my hand and a strong pull towards the door brought me out of my trance.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I screech but he doesn't stop. His jaw ticks and I squirm as he pulls me into a deserted alleyway.

We stop and I glare at him as he stares at me.

"Uh hello?! What the hell is wrong with you?" I yell but he starts pacing.

"Listen. I may seem crazy but I'm...I'm a werewolf."

I do believe him. I know all about these creatures because my best friend is one.

"Because I don't want you."

"Woah..." I step back from his bluntness and ignore the hurt.

"First of all, you're black. You're a nerd, no parents, no life. You're lame. I don't even want to know your name much less mate with you. So do us both a favor and reject me."

Oh.

Okay...

There's this ache in my chest and although we just met and I never really had any feelings for him, it hurts. A lot.

The tears prick the corner of my eyes and I find myself moving backward.

"I-i I'm sorry. I-" I quickly spin around and run.

Ignore the frustrated cry that comes from the alleyway.