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ual for young werewolves to find their mates. Her pack mates and

a had told her when the topic had come up between them during Sandra'

's like magic" Sandra had said basking in th

t was, the day Me

er training and hunting. Even then she always felt like something was missi

e on things forever. She had been trying to catch up with the rest of the pack and felt pretty low at not being able to keep

ocus harder, it was then she realized there was a scent in the air, one unlike anything she had ever enco

nt deep into the woods. She wasn't sure what she was looking for, but she dared not turn back and risk losing that scent

e had piercing slate-grey eyes that seemed to glow like pennies in the moonlight. He was larger and stro

and fear wash over her as she rea

life. She had never seen him before, let

herself to say more. Then he did something t

ood there for a minute, before hurrying off aft

roup of wolves was there including her mate,

more elegant and eloquent than she was stepped into the scene and moved to his side. Megan watched in horror as s

as devastated was

was handsome, charismatic, and powerful; his mere presence c

uciating; unlike any hurt she had ever felt before. She felt like her heart had

w". Megan had slunk away into the night running endlessly an

n they were in school, and how the pain had intensified. Megan had felt like a

e's always someone out there for every one of us", Sandra was a

h so much sorrow. She couldn't bear to face the other pack members, not after what had transpired between her

to see them together. If nothing good came out of this, that she became stronger was something that wasn't bad, as s

e to wake up. She hoped Sandra was right and that she woul

rrible dream. Her phone ringing did the work and she sat up with

now. That had happened a while ago

ng was much easier even though she o

hankful that it was a

t about last night; the fight, her

d, not in the mood to deal with anyone at that moment. She threw her l