Don't Bite

Overall, the Annual Banquet didn't seem to be going too bad. After making up with both Blake and Carmen, I was in a much better mood than I started with.

I had to-reluctantly-detach myself from Blake after our almost kiss, because we couldn't exactly be caught together before Blake spills the beans. That'd just ruin everything. Plus, it was hard with him being in my presence and me not being able to even hold his hand without it looking eerie.

So Blake and Mina disappeared in the area where the Rosen's (the other vampire clan) were hanging out. After I made them promise not to kiss each other anymore. I knew that it was fake now, but that didn't mean my wolf would appreciate someone else kissing our mate. Hell, I wouldn't appreciate it.

I found myself deep in a conversation with Dianne, of all people. She was really funny and cool-like a teenager trapped in a thirty something year olds body. Chatting with her was a good way to pass time. Plus, she had lots of embarrassing dirt on Nelson, which was a bonus.

"He didn't!" I exclaimed in disbelief, not at all believing what she'd just told me. It didn't seem like something Nelson would do, he's too... well, Nelson.

She chuckled. "I swear he did! Right up until he was thirteen!"

"Uh-uh. There's no way that Nelson wet the bed until he was thirteen. He seems like the type of guy who was really mature at a young age."

Dianne scoffed. "Please, mature? He still wears Spiderman boxers!"

I raised a curious eyebrow at her. "Wait, how do you even know this?"

"Who do you think has been doing their laundry since Jules has been pregnant?"

This conversation went on for a good fifteen more minutes, before Dianne decided she wanted to go 'soul searching' again. Soul searching was a phrase most werewolves used when they were going searching for their mates.

This is something done every year at the Annual Banquet. With all the packs in the state being in one place at one time, people saw this as an excellent opportunity to find their mates. They'd just go walk around, hoping to catch a whiff of their mates-it was as simple as that. It was how a lot of people down here had found their mates-even Carmen's sister, Hailey.

I had even done it many times before myself. It was useless though, and I knew this. Werewolves aren't fully developed until they're seventeen, and that's when they're given mates. Now that I think about it, it's probably how I didn't know that Blake was my mate in past Annual Banquets. In fact, I hadn't even noticed his existence in the past. I had always tried to stay far away from the vampires in the past since one of the Rosen's spilled sweet tea all over me when I was fifteen.

I glanced around, noticing that everyone seemed to be having a fairly good time. And by good time I mean no one seemed to be attacking each other or attempting to start a huge werewolf/vampire riot. That's all that really mattered.

'Sis?' Kurt's voice spoke in my head through mind link.

I raised an eyebrow as I wondered what on Earth he could possibly want. 'Kurt?'

'There's a problem,' he said, in a very weird voice that had me on alert. 'I-I think I found my mate.'

My eyes widened as I took a second to in what he'd just told me. He found his mate!? 'What? Where? When? Why? How?'

'Roxie, I-I think she's a vampire.' He responded in a low voice.

My heart dropped. No way. 'A vampire!? Oh my gosh, this is bad. This is really bad! Not you too! Oh, Kur-,'