Azariah

Azariah's pov

Do you know what the best part of having long black, curly, frizzy, out-of-control hair is? Nothing, that's what.

I swear I would make it to school on time if I could figure out the magical formula on how to tame this mess.

Don't get me wrong, some things work, shampoo then condition then defrizzer then blow dry, iron then add a sleeking serum. But since I don't have 3 hours every day to do that, ponytail it is.

Again.

Now that my hairstyle's been decided, time to get dressed. In high school, we had these awful uniforms we had to wear, grey pants, grey tops, and just for fun matching grey shoes. Thank fuck those days are over. I'm currently enrolled in an advanced medical class here in our pack along with one of my best friends, Micah. And lucky me I get to wear whatever the hell I want.

After high school, Micah and I decided to go into medical training along with our other obligations so we could become better leaders when the time comes.

As I stand in my closet, slowly turning in circles, it dawns on me I need to clean this shit show up. There are enough clothes in here for six grown women and there thrown haphazardly everywhere.

Oh don't get me wrong, some are on hangers but even more are on the floor, currently hiding my second obsession, shoes. And boots and whatever else may be hidden under there.

I suddenly get a flashback to when my other best friend, Jace, unknowingly offered to help me clean my closet.

About a year ago,

" Jace, will you please listen to the words coming out of my mouth, I have to clean my closet or my dad says my car is gone for a month." i huff out in annoyance.

" There's no way it's gonna take all day Azari, my match starts at 8pm and its 1pm now. Even if it took you 5 hours to do, you would still have 2 hours to get ready." He says while pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed, as if he's explaining this to a 3 year old.

I just stood there starring back at him. He seriously has no clue.

" Fine, how about i help you, then you agree to come to my match" he pleads.

He really doesn't need to beg me, i almost never miss one of his matches. I take every opportunity i get to watch him fight.

You see, it's been Jace's goal for a long time to become a pack warrior. He enrolled in a sort of "boot camp" last year for all wolves who want to prove their the best of the best.

During the off time camp, the packs take turns holding a "friendly" tournament of sorts . Although anyone who has attended one of these fights, would tell you they're anything but friendly.

The way Jace moves in the fighting ring, you can tell he's a natural born fighter. The boy was magnificent to watch. The way his body moves, it looks effortless.

He's only ever lost 2 matches out of the dozens he's been in, and since i was there to witness both, i call bullshit. However Jace wasn't willing to cheat or use a low blow, unlike others, so he had to swallow those losses and move on.

I couldn't even stop the evil chesshire cat grin that spread across my face. "deal"

There are moments in every person's life that they will never forget. Your first date, first kiss, first broken heart, drivers licence and so on. For me that moment will forever be the look on poor Jace's face when i opened my closet door. His beautiful moss green eye's held a look of terror that ive never seen matched. His mouth hung open so wide i bet i could have shoved an entire sandwich into it, if i had one handy at the moment that is.

The sound of a car horn blaring pulls me out of my thoughts. Shit, that was Micah here to pick me up and I'm still standing here in nothing but my bra and undies, and the famous ponytail.

I quickly grab some faded jeans and a green sweater, I pull them on faster than my heart is racing, and fly out the front door.

I was so not in the mood for another one of Micah's early morning lectures on tardiness.

Although I suppose it was kind of his job. Micah's going to be the next Alpha of the Moonwalker pack sometime in the next couple of years and he takes this seriously. He also takes lecturing me just as seriously, as I'll be his Beta when the time comes. The first female Beta of our pack, or any pack that we know of.

Micah wants us to be prepared for the foreseen bullshit that's bound to come my way. My father is the pack's current Beta and has also been preparing me for years, although it's starting to feel like overkill already.

I jump in his truck, with a big smile on my face to try and hide the fact that I'm struggling to breathe from my mad dash.