Claiming Her Birth Right

Confession

*** Lawrence's POV ****

I didn't realize I began to drive without directions. When Myah asked how I knew where she lived, I sat silently. I could feel her staring at me, and I didn't want to say the wrong thing. She began to get out of the car, and I gently pulled her back in. I was feeling sparks as soon as I touched her.

"Wait, there is something I need to tell you," I say

She looked up at me with her beautiful amber-colored eyes, and I knew I didn't want to lose her.

"Myah, you are my mate," I said

"Why do you keep saying that, like we are animals, Lawrence? What does that even mean?" Myah asked me.

"Well, in one form, we are an animal in another human. In essence, we are one with our wolf. I am a werewolf, and so are you, Myah, but you don't know it for some reason." I explain to her.

I look over, and she has this odd look on her face. I can't tell if she is thinking or if she is mad.

Myah, please say something. I say

Myah burst into laughter. She bent over, holding her sides, and she had tears in her eyes. I can't be offended by her lack of belief in what I said because I've never seen anything more beautiful. Her curls are spilling around her face, and it's the first time she looks relaxed around me. I want to grab and hold her, but I don't want to scare her.

I bounced around from foster home to foster home, and I have heard a lot of things. I have been told I was an abomination, unwanted, worthless you name it. Never have I been told I was a werewolf.

My heart aches when she says she's been called an abomination, unwanted and worthless. I will make sure she never feels these things again.

Her laughter begins to calm down, and she wipes the tears from her eyes. Lawrence, you could have just told me you followed me home. I have to admit it's a little creepy, but making up that we are werewolves is priceless. Although it would rationalize my anger outburst over the years, I don't have time to live in a fairy tale world. I have to find a job and enroll in school. I have a lot of responsibilities, but most people my age don't. I forgive you for following me home. If we are going to be friends, there can be no more lies.

The word "friends" bothers me. She's my mate, the future Luna of my pack.

Loki wants to come out, and I'm fighting internally with him and trying to push him back. I don't want to scare him, I tell him firmly. He reaches the surface for just a moment, and then he retreats.

Myah is looking at me, confused. "Are you okay, and did your eyes change colors?"

Yes, Myah, I am okay. It's probably just the lighting was reflecting on my eyes. I say and shrug my shoulders.

I would like to see you again if that is possible. "Can I get your number so I can call you?" I ask.

"I don't have a phone," Myah replies.

I hide my shock. What 17-year-old doesn't have a phone?

Okay, can I stop by tomorrow afternoon? It's Sunday Id like to see you again.

Yes, room 213, she said. Just knock, and I'll come out. Trust me, and you don't want to see inside that dump. It's depressing.

I lean over and twirl one of her curls around my finger. "Hopefully, you won't have to be in this dump much longer. I will see you tomorrow," Myah.

I wanted to kiss her but held back in fear of scaring her. I watched her walk into her hotel room. Her curls bounced as she walked, and her curvy hips were swaying. The smell of shea and vanilla still lingers in the car. I eventually pulled my car out of sight to watch her door.

***Myahs POV ***

I walk in and plop down on the twin mattress that no one in their right mind would call comfortable. I chuckle to myself as I think about Lawrence saying we are werewolves. He's exceptionally different than anyone I have met before. I lay there thinking about how I always feel static when he touches me. Is this normal? I have never been in love before. Is this what love is? I can't wait to see him tomorrow. It seems like such a long time away. I hope my past doesn't scare him away. I will have to keep my anger in check.

*** Flashback***

Where are we going, Mr. Thomas? I ask, looking out the window. Myah, we are going to a new foster home. I hope when you get there, you try to fit in. The Arnold's house was in disarray, and we can't keep moving you. This is your third placement this year. It concerns us that a ten-year-old can cause so much destruction when they get angry, Myah. "Mr. Thomas, I don't remember what happened. I will try to be a good girl. I promise." I said. "I hope so," stated Mr. Thomas.

*** Present Day***

After a long hot shower, I walk over to the window. I can see Lawrence's black SUV at the pharmacy across the street. I take in a deep breath and realize he must be homeless. That would explain how he knew where I lived. He's probably seen me walking in the neighborhood.

I lay down to try to sleep.

"Hello, Myah, I hear someone say.

I set up, and I don't see anyone. I go to the bathroom, and no one is there. I look out the window, and I don't see anyone. Lawrence's car is gone. I stand in the middle of the apartment, and it's quiet. Okay, I must have had a bad dream, I tell myself. Although I know I never really went to sleep. I just need rest, I tell myself. I sit down again.

Then I hear the voice again, "Myah, it's me."

I look around again, and there is no one there.

"Myah, I am your wolf. My name is Rain. I'm sorry you haven't met before today. I went into a deep slumber because I knew it would cause more harm than good for me to come out. Since I have been awakened, I'm assuming you have met your mate. Please don't be frightened."

There's that word again, mate.

I lay back down and close my eyes. I must be dreaming. Just go to sleep. Everything will be better in the morning, I tell myself.