(Asus above)

Asus

I finally reached school about half an hour before the bell rang. Almost no one was here right now which was fine by me, it meant that I was less likely to be beaten before class started. I was about to walk into my first period classroom, where I would draw until class started, when I smelled the most delicious scent ever. It smelt of pine and the forest after it rains; I immediately knew it was my mate. I started towards the smell, fervently hoping that he would accept me as his mate. I found him putting his books in a locker a few feet down the hall from mine. He was gorgeous, he had messy, silky black hair and vibrant, light green eyes.

"Mate." I said, barely above a whisper. He turned to me and a smile briefly lit up his face before it turned into a frown and his eyes glazed over, meaning that he was either mind-linking someone or communicating with his wolf. Soon his eyes turned back to normal and he smiled warmly at me. I smiled back, ridiculously relieved that he wasn't going to reject me. For once in my life, I thought maybe everything would be alright.

"What's your name darling?" He asked me, his deep voice rolling over me and cocooning me in a sense of warmth and safety.

"Asus." I answered.

"Last name?"

I scowled a bit at the question, "Haven't used it since I was five." Correction: I haven't used it since my parents died and almost my whole pack started abusing me, including my brother who I absolutely refused to share a last name with; but I wasn’t about to say that to a basic stranger, even if he was my mate.

He looked a bit confused  but just nodded and started to speak, “Well then, I, John Salvator, future alpha of the Starlight Pack, reject Asus as my mate and future luna of the Starlight Pack.”

The pain hit suddenly, it felt like someone was continuously stabbing me with a silver knife. Most people would have collapsed, but I had trained myself not to show emotion from a young age, I had a high pain threshold, and I actually have been continuously stabbed with a silver knife before so I was used to it. Plus I was to angry to care.

“How dare you!” I said, practically vibrating from how mad I was, to say I was pissed would be the understatement of the year. “You have no idea who I am or the hells I’ve walked through. How dare you judge me from one encounter, one conversation! Am I not pretty enough for you? Well guess what, I don’t give a flying monkey poop!” At this point I was yelling at him, and I could sense that a crowd had gathered around us, “I’ve fulfilled my promise to my wolf, I’ve found my mate, and I can finally leave my horrible pack.” At this point in my little speech I turned around and looked my brother straight in the eye and stated my next words calmly and clearly, “I, Asus Proditor,” I winced a little at having to say my last name, but in the werewolf world phrases that bind and break bonds only work if the full name is used, “reject the Black Moon Pack as my own, renounce Henry Arpaktiko as my alpha, and willingly release myself from its bonds.”

I left them with their mouths dropped open and raced back to the Pack House so that I could pack and start running before someone came after me, if they even bothered to they were just as likely to throw a party. Years ago, right after I made my promise to Dynami, I had written notes to Brian, Alpha Henry, and Braydon which I dropped on the kitchen table along with a quickly scribbled one to my mate before running upstairs and stuffing as much as I could in my gray duffel. I heard someone outside the house and quickly leapt out the widow, running into the forest.

I looked back with a small smile on my face. I was finally free.