Chapter 1- Meeting Justin Munoz
Danny Mahealani was so screwed up.
Ever since he was inducted into the pack by being bitten by an unknown Lycan, he started having feelings for longing. Sure he had his other fellow werewolves like Scott McCall, Jackson Whitemore (both of whom are also on Beacon Hills High lacrosse team) and Derek Hale, former ex-con turned star quarterback; however when he saw Scott with preacher's daughter and beta female Allison Argent, Jackson with bubbly cheerleader Lydia Martin, or Derek's unusual choice Stiles Stillinski (sheriff's son and over-intense ADHD kid) he had this sense of longing and passion for someone to hold him with.
Then his werewolf side kicked in and Danny remembered new kid Justin Palacios Carlos Munoz. He remembered seeing the Venezuelan-Nigerian sophomore from South Carolina in his biology class. And he also had a few rough words with him last week...
It was late at night and Danny needed to get back to his house with the groceries his mom sent him to get. Trouble was, it was about to rain; he was walking without an umbrella and he didn't have a clue on how was he going to get back. "Shit," he muttered as he checked his watch. 7:50pm. He has only 40 minutes until his curfew and he wasn't even allowed to drive. Then he finally found a taxi cab just heading towards Delton Avenue. He decided to take the chance and try to get it before anyone else does.
Danny sprinted down the sidewalk, heading for Ford's Drugstore. "Taxi!" he called out as he saw the car slowing down towards him. Thank God, he murmured, exhaling in relief. He grabbed open the car door handle and prepared to go inside.
A young man in a black leather jacket and a red Braves baseball cap carrying a set of books in his right hand got in the taxi before Danny got the chance. "Puede usted mí para 1,132 mil tomar Arden Avenue, por favor? I'm in a hurry," he said in Spanish.
Danny grew angry. "Hey, kid. What do you think you're doing?" he said trying to get a look at the rude young man.
The young man took off his back sunglasses. He was a lean and delicate looking young man with caramel skin and wavy short hair. His hazel eyes shone dimly in the street lights. "Sir, I am trying to get back home so I can catch Hasta Que el Dinero Nos Separe, so if you don't mind, I got to go," he said grabbing the door and prepared to shut it.
"You don't know who you're dealing with kid. I'm Danny Mahealani, member of the Alpha pack." Danny flexed his muscles to show proof that he was no one to cross with.
The young man snorted. "And you don't know who you're dealing with Senor Loco. Mi nombre Justin Palacios Carlos Munoz de Valencia, Espana y Carolina de Sur. I run this show and I got to go.
"You're very impudent."
"And you look a hot mess. Beso mi culo, idiotorro." With that he grabbed the car door and slammed it on Danny's hand making Danny drop his groceries as he howled in pain. Justin lowered the window and threw him $50 dollars. "That should fix it..."
That was 2 weeks ago. Not only did he get grounded for those 2 weeks, Danny couldn't stop thinking about the young man. Sure he was rude, but there was a sense of passion and body heat between them. His wolf side and his own brain agreed that Justin Palacios Carlos Munoz was his bond mate.
The question was, how was he going to let him in on the secret and tell him?
Danny will figure it out.
