to my fellow pack members that had been around him. His name was Gabriel, but I knew nobody called him that. He had followed in his father's footsteps as Alpha four years ago when he turn

a bit on that tactic since

rful. Intelligent. Ruthless. To us, he may be cruel, but to them? He's loyal to his pack and he leads them to victory, so

him. I wish we could run them out of our territory, and soon,"

king over, I was too young. Some of the wolves that had been killed as punishment for 'territory infringement' had been family friends. My heart clenched as I remembered Dan, another of my father's best friends, whose

acing his angular features. "I don't blame you. You've

ed to be leaning towards complimentary. My fat

lts were in the infirmary; as werewolves matured, we developed immunity against nearly every disease and sickness in existence. As children, however, we were still somewhat vulnerable, like the pale

ng the small room with the sick patient and leav

she was tall, curvy, and blonde, I didn't look too much like my mom. Our eyes were the exact same shade of blue, but the similarities ended there. I was average height and skinny with almost no curves to speak of. My angular

use, beckoning gracefully for me to follow. I grimaced but did so, wond

en she wasn't looking, "...and I just came upon this beautiful blue dress that will match your ey

ment. Right. As if it wasn't just as likely that she

straps studded with gems would help hold it up on my shoulders. It was qu

.when will I have the occasion to wear this?" I regretted my question imme

ney...you're

where this was

of other packs around us

Black Mountains Pack, we were quite far from any other werewolves. My mother just wanted an e

still...you're over eighteen and haven't met your Mate yet

ble now, my cheeks burning. I didn't

s I sank down on my bed, putting my head in my hands. Not this again. Every month or so since I turned eighteen my mom would get on the whole 'oh you can find your Mate now' topic. Wh

ed. Survival of the species was the priority. It was true what my mother was saying, that most Wolves (although not all) were mature enough at eighteen to recognize their Mate. I was within the prime age range to find mine. It was actually p

ed through their bodies. The two wolves put together by Fate were destined to fall in love, to perfectly balance each other out and, of course, create the optimum bloodline. It was a beautiful thing, and everyone dreamed o

two Mates Marked each other, they could telepathically sense one another's thoughts and feelings. I didn't know if I was ready for that experience.

ut it!" My mom's chipper voice

that lost their Mate never truly recovered. Part of their soul was gone and they were empty shells, only able to communicate with their lo

f-completed their whole life. This was rare, but what if I was one of them? Even though a large part of me felt

nking about it," I replied tiredly. This

ught about the next day. I admitted it to my Wolf; I was terrified of meeting the Black Mountains pack and seeing their Alpha and Beta for the first time. My Wolf shifted inside of me, wondering aloud how she would manage to keep her fangs re

hind her. I quickly hung the dress up in the closet, wondering when I would ever wear it. Then, returning to

ould tomor