"When the time comes, when it happens, promise me one thing?"

"Anything."

"Promise you'll try and find me again."

So like, reincarnation story lol.

Mason rolled over in his bed, running a hand threw his hair. He was restless, and it was thanks to the dream he had just awoken from. It was a recurring dream, a memory long ago but not forgotten. A moment in time that had left him heartbroken, and he was sure he'd never recover until his promise was fulfilled.

"When the time comes, when it happens, promise me one thing?" Her teary eyes matched his own and he blinked back the tears, wanting to see her clearly if this would be the last time.

"Anything." He would never hesitate to promise her anything she desired.

"Promise you'll try and find me again." She had begged, her tears running twin trails down her cheeks. She gave a hiccuping laugh through the tears when he nodded firmly, holding him tight to press one more kiss to his lips before soberly stepping away.

They were from two different worlds, and yet they were destined to be apart no matter how much she insisted they would see each other again someday. He wanted to trust her instincts, but it was harder and harder as the years passed without her.

The alarm clock beeped harshly next to him, a stark contrast from his dream and a reminder that he would need to get up and go soon. He couldn't be late for his first day after all. His pack had just moved to New York, and it was time for him to re-attend high school.

The dream echoed in his mind as he went about his first day- they were always the same. Tours around the school, introductions to random people, being filled in on what they were working on or what he missed. It never mattered much to him. His day was bleak and gray, right up until the moment he walked into the art room. It was often the only room he actively sought out in his ventures into high school. He enjoyed making art, something about it had always brought him a certain level of comfort- probably because it was her pastime too.

He breathed in deeply, the smell of paint a welcome change to the cologne and body spray scented high school halls. The sunlight felt warmer, brighter here, and he let himself smile as he took in the small room. assigned him a spot to work, and he settled in to the class. Glancing towards the light filtering in through the windows he caught sight of a girl sitting in the perfect spot for natural light, not did it frame her so prettily it also gave her wonderful work lighting.

It framed her like a halo and he had to do a double take over the resemblance. The closer he looked through the golden halo of light, the more recognized her. She bit her lip while she worked, tilted her head and even smiled brightly- clearly enjoying what she was doing. It was all he could do not to just openly stare - he did after all have an assignment to complete and he found himself mixing pieces of her into the painting.

Finally, other students were filtering out and his heart leapt into his throat as he approached her, smoothing his shirt and taking his chance. "Sorry." he held up a paintbrush between his fingertips, "I think you dropped this." He smiled despite the nervousness.

"Hm?" she turned, "No that's not mine." she said immediately but paused when she finally looked at his face. Was she as mesmerized as he was?

"I know." he admitted, "I just needed a reason to come and talk to you."

"Oh." she blushed and averted her eyes, shyly accepting the paintbrush, their fingertips brushing. She bit her lip cutely, "I'm Alex." she brushed her hair behind her ear, gingerly holding on to the paintbrush.

"Mason." he responded, breathless. It really was her. He'd been waiting so long for her and now she was finally standing in front of him. Her heart beating and cheeks flushed with pink.

She seemed to study him, a comfortable quiet between them. "Have we ever met before?" she finally asked, "I feel like I know you from somewhere." Her eyes had a sparkle in them, and he wondered if she knew.

He stepped closer out of habit. "I understand," he told her. "Maybe in a dream." he hinted, "A dream or a past life."

For some reason, this made her smile grow. "Greybeck." she said his last name. "Your name is Mason Greybeck and mine is Alexandra Russo." She watched him closely, and she must have found what she was looking for because she leaned closer this time, so close he couldn't stop himself from letting a hand catch her waist and brush along the hair that framed her face. "We belong together. I've kept you waiting a long time. Haven't I?" she looked apologetic.

"You have." he brushed his nose on hers, cupping her cheek softly. "I've learned to be patient." She scoffed at him, mirth in her eyes "Werewolves don't do patience." she teased.

"True." he smiled, "But for you? I'd do anything." Their lips brushed and she smiled into his touch.

"I know. You found me, after all."

"I did." he sighed happily. She would always be worth the wait but now that he held her in his arms once more, he never wanted to let her slip through his fingers ever again.