No one could ever figure out why she had always been in a rush to get home, every single day. They always have figured that she just had to do something. Those assumptions were both right and wrong. Noemi did have to do something, however it wasn't anything they had though.<br/><br/>You see, every werewolf to ever take breath on this world had a "ying to his yang", a person or thing made especially for him or her. You could call them soul mates, or whatever you'd like. She called it "torture". Her match was Alex Rivers, the Alpha of every pack in existence today. Noemi could've had been matched with anyone on this Earth, her looks hard to resist by any sensible man. However, her normal persona suddenly changes whenever she even catches a glimpse of him. With just the sound of his footsteps, her heart races, her mind clouds, and words begin to fail her. Even though she hadn't had one word with his beautiful, chiseled God, she knew she loved him. "Twas a love from afar", Noemi tended to call it.<br/><br/>As she trailed swiftly down the hall way, looking down, hoping no one would notice her, she heard the most angelic seven words she had ever been graced to hear in her entire life. "Hey Noemi...can I talk to you?â€ Alex hollered from what seemed to be just a couple of yards from where she stood.<br/><br/>How did he know her name? Was she in trouble? None of these questions mattered to Noemi at the time. What mattered is that she finally had been given the chance to mutter at least one word to this man. Pivoting so that she faced Alex, she waved with the only free hand not carrying a ton of books. â€œâ€˜Ey there, Alex!", she managed one of her famous smiles, the one where she not only smiled with her mouth and teeth but with her eyes. Gracefully, she strolled towards her match, managing to at least fake the confidence she thought she had. "So...â€ her fingers playfully trailed down his chest, "You wanted to talk to me?".<br/><br/>If she wanted this guy to like her, she had to be a sexy, playful, confident tease. She had to treat him like every guy she'd ever been with, but better. Noemi begged to the Gods for her little charade to work. If it didn't, her world would've been changed as we knew it.