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Mark asked as he pushed his wavy chestnut brown hair out of his eyes. "It's Native, my father is from the Cree Nation, and my mother is Choctaw and Cherokee so, she named me after her grandmother's tribe," She replied as she moved around in her seat, looking at the people dancing and drinking. "So, you're Native American like Lucky?" Mark asked as he downed his drink. "Yes," She scrunched her black eyebrows together answering like she didn't understand the question. "Cool, well, Nick and I have to head out, our cousin Thomas is having an art show tonight," Mark spoke up as he grabbed Nick by the collar and walked out of the bar.

Before they finally settled down here in Chicago. They are from an endless line of dark-skinned Native Americans. The Creek Tribe! My mom’s family are all mixed up. They are part of the light-skinned Choctaw Tribe, also Irish and African. Seeing us walk in. They all looked up, stunned. I see them sniff the air deeply. They gasp, their eyes go wide with shock. They gaze bewildered at each other. My heart is beating so fast right now. I know I have to tell them about us now. But a part of me sort of feels like they have a clue as to why we are here. By how they’re looking at us right now. I greet them shyly, smiling nervously. I wave. “Hey, y’all..”

Which is saying something because everyone here except for me is extremely tall. Mr. Monreau came up with my backstory and added that my mother was attacked during her pregnancy, causing me to be born prematurely, which made me smaller and weaker. The people back home had thought of everything, I guess. The other guy, who seemed to be staring straight into my soul, had dark brown, curly hair with a few curls that looked almost gold. He looked Indian or something. What’s the right way to say that? Asian? Mixed? My parents are as racist as they come, so I won’t use any of the words they would to describe him.

And, of course, I met my in-laws. Hakeem’s and Gael’s families had lunch laid out for us in the Former-Alpha and Luna’s house. Hakeem’s mother, Sha-Tira, is a stunning half-black, half-Native American woman, her complexion a rich chestnut color, her eyes wide spaced and black. Her high forehead and sculpted cheekbones hint at her Native American roots, while her wide lips and nose show her black ancestry. Her hair is black, silky, and long down her back. His father, Rahim, is just as striking as his wife, making it easy to understand why Hakeem is so mouthwateringly sexy. Rahim’s dark brown eyes are upturned and almond shaped, the life in them completely mesmerizing. His skin is a few