~~A/N~~
Welcome back to 'Into His Arms'! For those of you that chose to continue thank you for giving this a chance to develop before you gave up! And for new readers please go back and read the prologue before this chapter, it gives some background and character development that I will tie in later on.
I am writing this chapter as my prologue is going through the submission process so I haven't received any feedback yet from the prologue. Once this chapter is done and submitted I will wait for the feedback before I submit chapter three which is already outlined and ready for construction.
Once again any CONSTRUCIVE criticism is welcomed. If you decide to leave compliments... those are accepted too! While I will be starting off slow for the first two or three chapters to build characters and background please bear with me as I want to develop the characters so they have more depth than how quick they are to bed each other.
Sorry moving forward I will shorten the A/N's :P
*Side note* this story will contain some non-con/reluctance, I tell you now so no time wasted on your part if that doesn't interest you and fair warning for those who might complain later.
Enjoy!
~M~
***Wynnie***
"HAZEL IVY SOROKA! If you don't hurry up and come down here this instant, we are going to be late!"
"Geeze mom you don't have to screech like that!" Her daughter shouted back as she ran down the stairs, "I couldn't find the package with my tassel, hat and hood, then I ended up misplacing my speech looking for them." There was a slight pause as she came around the corner and she pouted out, "By the time I had everything I realized I had messed up my hair!"
Looking up from packing her travel bag she finally caught sight of her daughter standing in the entrance of the living room. Her face looked so distraught with her hair sticking up in odd ways she nearly chuckled but was quick to swallow it. Her expression reminded her so much of the way she'd look after one of the wilder adventures she and Ryon used to have.
"I tried to fix it back to the way the salon had it but it ended up looking like this!"
Wynnie shook her head and motioned her daughter over. She didn't understand why Hazel insisted on going to that superficial salon with those stuck up and rude so called "beauticians". They wouldn't know what beauty was if it came and slapped them in their judgmental faces. From the moment they'd walked in she'd seen through their vain aura and felt the judgment and jealousy radiating off them directed at her unsuspecting Hazel.
They'd conned her into getting that ridiculous hairstyle knowing it didn't suit her at all! She'd tried to talk her out of it but Hazel was always thinking the best of people and said they should leave the styling to the professionals.
Honestly she almost jumped with joy when she saw the deflated and lopsided camel hump on top of her daughter's. She had a beautiful mane of long springy curls that was a dark burnt sienna. Those trolls had tried to cut it off in their jealousy, despite it being so healthy and thick, and when she wouldn't yield to that they tried to burn it off with that damned flat iron.
Thinking back on it had her wolfs hackles raising in motherly indignation. Calming herself she cupped her daughter's cheeks and said, "Honestly, I told you that hairstyle was going to be nothing but trouble. How would you have put your graduation cap on?"
"I just wanted to try something different for a change... today I won't be the proverbial wall flower and I wanted to at least look moderately hip"
"Honey even that Jersey girl that started that stupid trend isn't doing it anymore. That has to be one of the most ridiculous hairstyles I have seen in my life and I am 546 and thought powdered wigs were fetching!"
Hazel rolled her eyes and pulled away saying, "It doesn't matter if you think it's cool mom. I'm going to be on stage in front of my whole graduating class and I want to at least stand out. It's not too late for me to make friends you know."
"I know that it's not too late, but you have been chosen as the egregia cum laude! If they want to judge you by your 'style' instead of your personality, then it has always been too late for them!" she sniffed out and went back to her travel bag and started rummaging through it.
***Hazel***
She couldn't entirely place the blame of her nonexistent social life on the fact that no one talked to her. After all it takes two to hold a conversation. She couldn't understand why they had chosen her to give the student address she barely socialized on campus if you could count working in lab groups socializing. She never knew what to say besides "pass the goggles and gloves please".
She had always been the odd one out, especially being raised in the "pack" but not part of the "pack". Sinking to the couch she sighed saying, "No one will miss the student address anyway, I should call Dr. Maureen and tell her that I caught a nasty bug and can't make it."
Her mother swung around from her travel bag swinging a brush at her, "Haz if you think for one second that I am going to let you give up an opportunity like this and let you mope on the couch after all that hard work you put in toward this degree you must not know your mother!" She huffed putting the hand with the brush on her hip as she used the other to tick off her accomplishments, "You already have your Masters in Animal Genetics and Physiology, your training with your father on being his assistant as 'Keeper' is almost finished and your only 25! Do you think those pups waltzing around the pack are doing anything remotely close with their lives like you are?! You are one meeting away from becoming indispensable to the pack that all of those 'haters' won't have an excuse to exclude you. Your father and I are so proud of you already that when the council officially names you his successor next week we won't be able to fit our big heads through the door!" She laughed out.