Sadly, the petite height of five feet and four inches doesn't make others run for the hills in terror, and that's why I'm always stuck in crappy situations like these. A hand clasped around my arm stopping me from moving. I frowned and as I turned, I swung my fist making impact with the first guy's face. I heard the sick crunch of his nose break. His buddy pulled me by the arm, but I dodged his fist and tripped him into the lockers. He turned annoyed and came at me. I dodged his fist knowing that it only took one hit for me to lose. Werewolf strength wasn't something to joke about. I managed to catch his wrist and pulled him forward kneeing him in the stomach. I punched him square in the jaw before shoving him to the side of me right into someone. "Hector, what-" The guy started as he caught the guy. My body froze. It grew hot and I couldn't stop staring at the handsome guy standing in front of me. His sharp jawline, his blue eyes almost hidden under his dark brown hair. He seemed worried and annoyed. Something vibrated ide me. It was like every cell in my body was pounding against my skin. What was happening to me? I shifted my gaze to keep my face hidden. 'You found him...' My wolf's voice broke through my mind. "Our mate!" No. No way. This can't be. There was no way. I don't want him. In the middle of my panic, I didn't notice the other guy behind me until he grabbed a handful of my hood and hair and pulled me back into him leaving me in full view of the supposed mate of mine. His cerulean blue eyes locked with mine. Shit. TRIGGERING CONTENT IN A FEW CHAPTERS.