hey guys please be patient with me if im a little slow on posting new material. im only in yr 11 (yes im only 16) and its gets hectic with work too so be patient and thank you for reading. if you have any suggestions please dont hesitate to tell me. im always open to new ideas. thanks Bianca

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By Bianca Aspland

Chapter one: When it all began. . .

It all began when I was 8 years old. My mum was going to visit an old friend of hers and she took me along to meet her friends' son, Daniel. It was only meant to be a play date, just a couple of old friends catching up, but that one day changed my life forever. See it happened like this. . . .

"But mum, I don't wanna meet this boy." I knew whining was wrong but I really didn't want to go. It was raining and that didn't help my mood.

"Now, Now Taylor, Daniel is a lovely boy. I'm sure you two will be the best of friends." She sounded condescending, but that was normal I mean come on I'm 8 years old.

We were walking to their house when a little boy on a bike rode passed and sprayed me with water. Furious that he had ruined my favourite shirt, I grabbed a nearby rock and threw it at him hitting him on the back of his head. He stopped to rub his head and he looked back and glowered at me, so I gave him the finger, and he rode off.

"Taylor!" Mum didn't really sound annoyed more exasperated, she was so used to my behaviour that she didn't even really try anymore.

"What? He splashed me." I started to run after him to really hurt him but mum grabbed me.

"No, we are already late missy, so lets get moving." She grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me the next 5 minutes before we reached the house.

We walked up the driveway when I noticed a bike on the grass. I recognized it as the boys' bike that had splashed me just 5 minutes before.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Mum knocked on the door and I smelt him before I saw him. I tugged on mums' arm.

"Hey, these people are wolves too right?"

"Yes dear, why?"

Then the door opened and there stood the boy who had splashed me. We stood staring at each other for a minute before I launched myself at him, like daddy had taught me. We rolled on the floor kicking and punching before our mums' pulled us apart.

"Sorry about that Danni, Taylor is a little angry at your son."

"That's alright Sarah. Daniel told me what happened. Your daughter has very good aim he said." She smiled at me and winked.

I just stood there gaping at Daniel, when he suddenly smiled and winked at me so suddenly that it caught me off guard and I started laughing.

"Well now that we are all getting along how about some lunch?" Danni seemed eager to forget what had just happened.

"That would be lovely Danni. Why don't the kids go off and play for a bit?"

So with that me and Daniel ran off to play outside.

"So how's your head?" I laughed as Daniel and I started kicking a footy. Daniel laughed as well, catching the footy, and then he grew quiet.

"Yeh, its fine. I'm sorry I splashed you, I didn't really mean too." I caught the footy and looked at his face, surprised by the seriousness of his tone, but this time I really looked at him. I was only 8 at the time but even I could see that Daniel had some real potential with his gorgeous raven-black hair and his turquoise eyes set in an olive complexion, tanned just right despite his age.

We stared at each other, neither of us moving when something clicked. My heart beat spiked and I heard Daniel's breathing hitch and the Danni called us for lunch.

After lunch me and Daniel ran outside to play again, the moment before lunch forgotten except for a tingling at the back of my neck and the flutter of my heart whenever I looked at Daniel.

When it was time to leave tears sprang into my eyes and I gave Daniel a hug before I ran out to follow my mum. I looked back only once to see Daniel staring after me and I waved at him sadly as I walked away and he waved back before the trees hid him from view.

"Hey mum, when can I go see Daniel again?" The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Mum looked down at me surprised.

"I don't know sweetheart. I thought you didn't like Daniel?"

I looked down, heat rising in my cheeks, rubbing the back of my neck out of habit. My hand rubbed on something that didn't feel like skin. Alarmed I moved my hair out of the way and beside me mum gasped. I turned to look at her and saw her face shining with happiness and hope?

"What mum? What is it?" Panic was rising quick and fast and when I tried to cover my beck with my hair she stopped me, grabbing her camera phone out of her pocket with her other hand.

"Stay still honey. It's nothing to worry about." Her tone was calm and soothing but it did nothing to calm me. She turned me around and took a picture and before I could as what was there she showed me the picture, and what I saw surprised me. It was half of a mate mark.

Every wolf from the age of 6 knows what a mate mark is, and what it means. It means that you have found your mate, your other half, your perfect match but it is only complete when you have done the mating ritual. Most wolves go for years without finding their mate and apparently I had found mine in just 8 years.

"What does this mean mummy?" I looked up at the person I trusted most in the world, wanting her to make it all better. I mean I know the basic definition of the mate mark, but we aren't taught much else until we're older for obvious reasons, but I wanted to know what this meant. Me, having at mate mark at 8 years old. I had never heard of it happening so young. Ever.

"Sweetie." Mum's voice broke through my thoughts. "Honey, it's nothing for you to get upset over. Okay?" I nodded finally getting some reassurance from the calm tone in her voice.

"We'll talk about it later Taylor, for now lets just get home." And with that we walked home.

But we never talked about it. Ever and because I was only 8 forgot all about it.

I got used to the mark, ignoring it and all the stared I got from the kids in my class and the adults. Me and Daniel started spending nearly everyday together, both of us oblivious to the fact our parents were talking behind our backs and that we grew closer every day.