Wolf Rejected and Dragon Claimed

My name is Autumn Sanders, I just turned eighteen years old a week ago, the end of May. I just got to meet my wolf, Aurora, and shift for the first time. This past full moon was wonderful, I shift into my wolf and found out she is very special. She is a beautiful light grey. But, I noticed the pads of her paws are a dark purple. I know she is special because she loves me, and I love her. She is my best friend. My only friend. My pack thinks that I am weird. So, no one talks to me. It’s better that way. I got to study for my courses in advance. I pushed myself to excel in everything.

My parents are gammas of our pack. Blue Moon Eclipse pack. Our pack is in northern of Texas.

I did not get to meet my mate yet. I am hoping on the next full moon celebration, which is the Lunar Moon at the end of September, maybe I get to meet my mate. I have plans to meet my mate, maybe, go to college earn my business degree and open my open business. I love to bake, so I want to open my own café. I am not sure if it will all drop into my path that way. Only the moon goddess knows. She plans everything for her children.

I pray to the moon goddess Selene for happiness. I want to be happy. I really do not have any friends. I talk to people at me school, but a real friend that I confide in. I do not have that. People think I am awkward. I am five foot six inches. I work out daily. I am not a powerhouse if that is what you are thinking. But I do take care of myself. I like to wear overalls and big t-shirts. I kind of self-conscience of my big boobs and I have a bubble butt. I keep to myself. I always wear my hair in a ponytail. I wear glasses. Although, I do not need glasses. No one has noticed my glasses to not have lenses. I just wear them because I like them. I have green eyes, long brown hair. I do not like make-up, so I do not wear it.

I just finished my homework for my science class. We graduate next week. I am leaving right after graduation. I have been accepted to Stanford University in California. My scholarship is a full ride. I already visited the dorms and mapped out my dorms, my classes and hopefully a part-time job close by. I am not asking my parents for a dime. Our Alpha is very tight on money and my parents make just enough for the two of them. My older brother, James, found his mate and moved to her pack. Her parents are deltas, and he had a better opportunity to advance there than here.

I have the summer to have fun then I am off to school. I work part-time now and the bookstore in town. I have given my parents half of my earnings. I bought my own car. I have a pretty good savings. I have been baking since I was ten years old. I make everything from scones, cupcakes, pies to wedding cakes.

It is the weekend. I am heading into town to pick up my last paycheck. I met up with my boss, Amanda, she is totally awesome. She let me borrow baking books for new recipes in exchange for samples. This weekend went by in a flash. It is graduation day. My parents were not able to get the evening off to attend the graduation ceremony. I graduated magna cum laude. I am ahead of the game. I took college courses which cut my six-year course by two years.

I have everything packed up. I told my parents to rent out my room to make a little extra cash. I told them I would visit at the end of September. I am not sticking around for the summer. I will no longer be picked on by the future-alpha Rick Danger. Better yet, I won’t be taunted by anyone for being smart. I have already gassed up the car and got a tune-up by the town mechanic. I packed some snacks and bottles of water. I only plan to stop for gas and a nap.

“Ready Aurora?” I asked my wolf. “Ready Chica, Let’s do this.” I said my goodbye to my parents last night. I am on the road at four in the morning. I planned my trip for months in advance. I planned this for months. It is a twenty-four-hour drive but stopping for gas and maybe a nap since it is Sunday, I should reach Stanford University by Monday nine-ish or so. I stopped for gas in Albuquerque, then Flagstaff.

I am now at the California border just coming through Mojave. Traffic was good. I stopped for breakfast in Tehachapi. A cute little café with very nice people. There were a couple of female truck drivers that told me to stay on the road until I hit Interstate 5. Due to reports of cars breaking down and females being picked up by traffickers. Both gave me their phone numbers. I did not want to tell them that I am a wolf, that I can take care of myself. I obliged and gave them my phone number as well. A girl never knows. No one can have too many friends.

Back on the road it is just past five in the morning, and I just passed Bakersfield. I stop for gas, and I decided to treat myself to some Starbucks coffee. Back on the road after a quick bathroom break. Driving until I reach my destination. It is just past nine in the morning, and I pull up to a country club bar. I noticed some delivery trucks and a man outside with a clipboard. I park and get out. Maybe I have a chance to see if the manager is in and maybe is hiring.

“Uhm, Hello. Excuse me is the manager in by chance?” I ask the man with the clipboard. He turns around and looks right into my eyes. He has the most beautiful steel blue eyes I have ever seen. My brain decided to put it in park for the day. As he says, “Yes, my name is Jay. How can I help you?”

His smile is just amazing. Dimples on both sides. His eyes sparkle. He is over six feet tall. Broad shoulders. He is built like a Greek god. His hair is unruly black with a small wave I would like to run my hands through it. His skin is golden sun kissed. My brain kicks in as I hear him clear his throat, “Miss, are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, I am sorry. I have been driving for a while. I was just wondering if you are hiring?” I stutter out. Damn, who would hire me like this?

“Well, can you bartend? Or do any waitressing?”

“I worked at a bookstore for three years. I bake. I am studying at Stanford for business management. I am a quick learner.” I stammer out. Geez, sounding desperate.

“Well, your name?” he waits.

“Autumn. Sorry my name is Autumn. Nice to meet you, Jay.” I reach out to shake his hand. Even if I don’t get a job, it would be nice to meet and make a friend.

“Autumn. That is a beautiful name. You have your identification card and social security card with you?” Jay smiled as he shook my hand. He did not let go of my hand. I did not get a bad vide from him. He had a smoky cologne scent. I felt calm. I smiled and nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Alright, I just need to check this load quickly and you can follow me inside to the office.” He let go of my hand. I went back to my car and locked it after getting my shoulder bag out.

I walked back to where Jay was standing, and he was mumbling and talking to himself. “Where is this case?”

“What case are you looking for?”

“A case of specialty bourbon. I check off each case as I go. Not sure If I missed it.”

“Here let me help you. Start over and call out each item.” I grabbed the load sheet from him and pulled the pen from his hand.

He smiled and called out the first case listed. We went through each one and got to the end. The bourbon was missing but he had a case of vodka that he did not order.

“Looks like a mis-ship on the bourbon and vodka case loaded in error.”

“That was quick. What would I do without you? He smirks as I hand him the load sheet back. “Thank you for helping me. You have a good eye for detail.”

“Thank you. We had the same issue when we were receiving book shipments. Ha-ha.”

“Follow me.” Jay says as we head into the back of the country club. There are other people stocking and cleaning. You can hear glasses clink, vacuuming of the carpet. Bleach running down the drains to clean them out. Food preparations in the kitchen.

“You guys are busy. What time do you open up?” I asked as we walked down along hallway.

“We are open pretty much twenty-four hours a day. There are private, gated communities here and a lot of the people come here for breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Here we go, my office.” Jay says as he stops in the hallway and waves his hand directing me inside. He closes the door after I enter.