When I got to school, I wished I would have stayed home. Trevor announced to the school and pack that Shana was his mate. The school is buzzing with excitement about the future alpha finding his mate in a “regular” she-wolf. They’re saying it’s like a Cinderella story for wolves. If this didn’t hurt so badly, it would be funny. I wonder how Shana lives with the fact that she is with someone else’s mate. I mean, she has to know that he is not her mate. She is about a couple of months older than us, so she definitely knows. I wonder if he told her who his mate was. They have been walking around like a loving couple all morning. They are both frauds. I can tell that the boys are not buying it. They are glaring at Trevor every time they see him. At lunch, our circle sat with me instead of dividing the group between me and Trevor. No one wanted to be around him and Shana. Ben is really not happy with Trevor parading Shana around. I believe he knows Shana is definitely not Trevor’s fated mate, but I know he won’t say anything. He is still Trevor’s best friend.
After lunch, I ask the girls if they want to go to Jazzy’s tonight. The guys never want to go there with us. I kind of hinted that I had written some new material and I may be convinced to share it at Jazzy’s tonight. Now they are excited about going. Jazzy always asks me to share my poetry when we are there. I’m sort of a minor celebrity in that spot. I have a small following. I and the girls have been going to Jazzy’s for a few years. The boys have never been interested in hanging out there with us. They complained about sitting around listening to a bunch of people talking about mushy stuff. That’s ok. We have more fun without them.
Trevor kept trying to bring Shana around us all day. Most of the time, I just glared at him. The others told him that while they were glad that he had his mate, they would prefer not to be a part of this. Now that was a little strange. Why would they say it like that? I’m truly beginning to think that the boys really know that Shana is not his mate, and they are not supporting him. I know he did not tell them I am his mate because I know they would have said something to me if they knew that.
Trevor and Shana continue to show off all day. Every werewolf present today is talking about them. If one more person comes near me talking about Trevor and Shana, I may lose it. I still can’t believe he has been telling everyone that whoooaaaaa... is his mate. I can feel Tamaska’s pain through our link. She came but to the surface this morning. She didn’t want me to face all of this alone today. I am so grateful for my wolf.
“Tamaska, are you ok? I know it hurts you more than it hurts me to be rejected by you mate and see him parade another girl around. Thank you for not killing them.“
“I’m holding up Lettie. I know Convel did not want to reject us. It was all Trevor. It still hurts but knowing the Convel wanted me makes it easier. We are strong, we will be ok Lettie. And he will regret rejecting us.”
“You are so right T. If this is what he does, then he didn’t deserve us, anyway. At least we will get a second chance mate eventually and I bet he will appreciate and love us.”
“Yes, he will Lettie, everyone but he who shall remain unnamed knows we are awesome!”
“That’s the spirit T. I love you.”
“I love you too Lettie. You are the best human I could have gotten paired with.”
At the end of the day, Trevor passed by me and “reminded me” not to mention I’m his fated mate. He has some nerve. I keep telling myself that I just have to make it through my next couple of classes and then I can go home and get ready for Jazzy’s. He had the nerve to give me an alpha order not to tell anyone that I was his mate. As if I would want to broadcast that and I guess he forgot, I’m the direct descendant of an original and the chosen protector of our generation. I don’t bow to anyone unless I choose to do so. Why am I just realizing that Trevor is an idiot? The more I see this side of him, the happier I am that I am not stuck with him. I don’t know what happened to the Trevor we used to know and right now, I don’t even care. I’m looking forward to traveling again. I can’t wait to get back out there and possibly meet my second chance. Maybe not right away, but I keep telling myself that this is not the end for me. This pain will go away. As the humans say, this too shall pass. In the end, I know I will come out on top.