AN: Hey, guys! I got a review on my one-shot story asking it to be a book. So here it goes.

~HIS MATE~

Hazeline

She was coming back to her home. Finally, after all those years gone, stuck in England. She had even developed an accent. And it was strong. Her parents would be happy with her.

One problem: she was now a werewolf. How had that happen? She obviously killed someone. Luckily, they had a ring on that brought them back. They just happened to be best friends. Long story short: she killed her best friend, who was saved by a magical ring. Sounds like a bad plot twist to Lord of The Rings.

Anyway, her parents had picked her up in Denver. Correction, parent. Her mother apparently had divorced her abusive father while she was gone. And she had figured out that her daughter was a bastard child, from her affair in the late eighties. How wonderful.

Now, Hazeline was back though. Back to start over. She was a brand new person; a werewolf, an adult, her own person. She had also just figured out that she was one of the rare people who had a mate. So Mystic Falls, here she comes.

~HIS MATE~

Elijah

He was watching. He knew to be careful around his brother. Especially now, since there supposedly was a new doppelganger. His wolf of a brother was out on the prowl and he needed to be careful. Yet, here he was, in a bar, out on the open.

He was about to leave when the most beautiful creature he had ever seen walked into the bar with an older woman trailing closely behind her. "Mum, it's fine. I'm twenty-four," the girl stated, with a strong English accent, reminding him of his sister. The girl looked completely opposite though.

She had coal black hair, that was obviously natural. Her eyes were hazel, more on the greenish side. Her lips seemed naturally dark red. She had pale skin, her other features making it paler. To finish it off, she had a slender structure, making her seem slightly hostile.

"Hazel, it's not fine. I'm your mother and I'm taking you to a bar," the older woman complained, no English accent at all. He could see why the woman was complaining though. It was reasonable. 'Hazel' placed herself down at a random booth.

"Well, it's not my fault you sent me away to my grandparents," Hazel replied, snarkily. The older woman shook her head, "No, it's the man you called "dad" all those years." Hazel smirked, "I'm glad you see it my way." Elijah turned away, forcing himself to leave the bar. Right before he walked out of the door, he heard the young girl state, "That guy was hot." He smiled and returned to his task.