Skyler James Matthew Lock  In the picture above.

Skyler James Matthew Lock Point Of View:

      "What time do you leave?" 

A scratchy rough voice asked me. Instead of answering Jake I buttoned up my long sleeved shirt and cuffs looking into the body sized mirror that reflected back our heated night. Jake layed against the head board of the messy bed drawing out a cigarette between his pale pink lips. His usual messy hair turned wilder as if someone one was tugging and pulling on his black locks. His bright blue eyes stared back at me through the mirror as I put a comb through my white eye leveled hair .

"Tomorrow."

I answered after tugging on my converse and reached for the door handle. Before I could open it Jake called out my name. Instead of saying something along the lines of "I hope you have a great time" or "Keep in touch," he said, "Call me sometime."

I chuckled and called back with a, "Will do," which earned me the same reaction and a flirting smirk like grin from those cherry tasted lips.  

Three days is what it took for me to leave my life behind. Goodbye San Antonio and hello New York City is what my guardian said. My godfather, a hunter decided that we needed a fresh change of scenery but I knew that that was not the case. The case was that he got his heart broken by a she-wolf who thought she had no mate since it had been 20 years since she turned 16. Meaning 36 years mate-less gave her and everyone the idea that her mate died before they could meet but imagine everyone's surprise when he popped up out of no where snarling and growling at my god father, Jesse, when they took their weekly stroll through the park when he was not helping the pack. Okay I know people say why is he even helping a pack If he was, no still is, a hunter it's because there are different types of hunters. There are the ones who think all werewolves and mythical creatures are evil or some that only think the rogues are. Well my family and Jessies family had so long ago been people who helped packs, newly transformed creatures, and anyone who was in need at the time. Sadly for me I'm the last of my descendants because my father and mother were killed by rogues and hunters in the middle of a show down and being my god father Jessie pulled me out of the family job so that his childhood best friends son wouldn't have a death like that. My uncle tells mythical creatures that I have no idea about their world so that I wouldn't have to deal with what he has to and I could be kept safe from harm especially since my surname Lock is one of the most known through out the mythical and human world's alike not to mention Jessies full name which is Jessie Arnold Fire Stones who are known to possess a bit of magic with fire hint his middle name.
So basically I was known as the human hunters son in my old pack and of course they always tried to act like humans when I was around making up ridiculous excuses and such for when something went wrong that had to deal with their werewolf side and the pack. I was also protected by them from any potential bully and new students who thought I wasn't with the in-crowd they sure got a shock when 3 or more over-sized grown teenage football players threatened to beat them to a pulp if they bothered me again. Yeah that's what I think I'll miss the most because even though they thought I knew nothing of them they still liked me not just because of my uncle and surname but because I was me and I had no idea what this new pack thought of Jesse or me and I hoped that they will make me feel like I was at home like with the BlackThorn Pack .