Sweets

Baker-Rae

I have always hated the fact that my parents decided to name me after my mother's occupation. I feel like I live in her shadow. Yes, I am good at baking and help her on the weekends with the bakery. I love it, I truly do, but my passion is working with special needs kids. I am a teacher, and I work in a school for kids who comes from poverty. I love helping people, especially those who can not help themselves. Growing up watching my cousin struggle with his speech, made me realize that I wanted to help those who can't use their voice. Those who can't stand up for themselves. They have me for that. My family says that if I could, I would save the world. I love helping, which is crazy, because I can't even help myself. Most days I feel like I am drowning. I tend to think that I have a sad soul with a happy personality. I have my reasons for that though. The tragedy that happened to me when I was 16 messed me up. It ripped my heart out and I haven't been okay since. It took me 2 years to feel like I could start moving on. Staying busy and doing dual education for 4 years, continuing with my therapy sessions, and help from my family, I have been able to keep going in life. I am now a special needs teacher, and a baker on the weekends and I am starting to love my life again. I am starting to live for me. I have to make myself happy. I have to do it for him. He has to know that I am okay.

Cooper

The day I left, I felt like I lost everything. Walking away from my Sweets nearly k!lled me, but we both knew nothing would ever come of us being in a relationship. She is human. I am a werewolf. I was bound to find my mate. I locked myself in a private Alpha Academy that only the best of the best go to and live to tell the story. My plan was to be here for 3-5 years and hopefully meet my mate here. The Academy is very strict, and we are only allowed out for special occasions. When we hit certain goals or win a certain amount of fights or just when our Alpha instructors think we should have a day off, we can go to the local shifter bar and get drunk. I enjoy these days. Those are the only days I allow myself to think of her.

4 years later and I have not talked to anyone back home. I met a group of friends, and we all became super close. One night when we all meet our goals and are allowed out, I drink a little too much and I am not sure if I dream her or she is really there, but I wake up the next day in a hotel room I do not know and it is filled with a lingering scent that my wolf loves. I have to hurry and leave before anyone noticed that I am gone. Luckily my best friend here had my back and no-one figured anything out. It isn't until 2 days later when my other friend comes with a camera and shows us the footage of that night that I realize that it was real. My friends tease me because they have never seen me with a woman before. They actually thought I was gay. All I know is that I need to get home. I feel silly leaving home at 17. I should have waited an extra day. Mom warned me, and I did not listen. The woman I ran away from just so I wouldn't get hurt, happens to be my mate and I need to go back home and make it al up to her. I will become Alpha of DarkMoon and spoil the cr@p out of my mate. The surprises that I find when I return are nothing that I expect. All I know is that I have to make it all up to her. She didn't deserve me leaving her and everything she had to go through on her own. I just hope I am worthy of her forgiveness.