The Royals

The moon was at most, an hour away from itś highest peak, and in the clearing on the north side of Blakewood forest, hundreds of naked figures stood silently waiting.

The air was alive with electricity and racing heartbeats, the smell of hope perfuming the night air as each wolf present hoped that this year would be the year they returned with a fated mate.

Each pack had itś own space, members standing side by side according to age and rank, with the Royal pack on a stage above everyone else.

This year four young Royals were looking for their fated, sending many a heart aflutter at the thought of being tied to the s