Freya I would often go to the back of the house, hoping I would see that wolf again. It's been five days since I haven't seen it and a long time since I haven't heard from my mom. She promised she would call me every day. She lied. My head lowered miserably. Why do I always fall for my mom's promises? When will I learn that she will never fulfill any of them? I guess I hope that one day she will. It's disheartening to know that she would do anything for her lovers other than her own daughter. Why? Didn't I matter to her as well? I put down the new werewolf romance novel I was reading, another novel by A.K. Knight, Alpha Christian. It's about a powerful and kind alpha with a pure heart whose mate foolishly rejects him because of her father's hatred for him. I just hope they get back together; their love for each other was too beautiful to walk away from. It was the afternoon, so I went downstairs for a quick snack. "Emily," I heard my grandmother speaking to my mom on the phone jus
Jurius "Tonight is the full moon; are you nervous?" Kathara approached me and leaned on my blue Nissan pickup. "No," I answered with a bright smile, completely adding air to my tire. I lied; I was. Another rule of being the future alpha was that I was forbidden to show any emotion that made me seem weak to my pack. The pack was to always see only the strong side of me and never the weak. "Okay, brother," Kathara said with a bright smile. Her face moved as she observed something with curiosity, which caused me to inspect what it was. It was a strange white car heading toward our land. "I'm going to get Dad," Kathara said, running off. It was odd to see a car that we didn't know show up on our land. There were two elderly females inside; they were humans. I could smell the fresh scent of their blood flowing through their veins. I observed them as they exited the car hurriedly. Dad was appearing from the house as well, according to the news. I listened closely as Dad approached
Freya Immediately I sat up as a strange, young male jumped before me. He was shirtless and very tall. He had dark, short, wavy hair that lay above his thick eyebrows and hid his ears. "I'm not going to hurt you," he said as he held both hands before him. His voice was smooth and clear, one that assured you he wouldn't. But how can I trust a stranger, for instance, a male I just met who is also bare-chested? I looked at where he leaped from, and I was soon surprised at how far he had jumped. I moved backward, scared. "Stay away from me," I warned him. "Are you hurt?" His eyes scanned my right foot. I had fallen hard on my right foot; it felt like it was sprained. "Your grandma and another elderly female came to my dad for help; that's why I'm here." His dark brown eye stares into mine, hoping to calm me down so I could trust him. "Where are they?" I cried, regretting that I had foolishly run off into the forest. "I'll take you to them," he informed me. I tried getting up, but
Jurius All who were prepared to find their mate stood beneath the full moon, waiting for The Pull. The pull is a powerful feeling that emanates from the full moon once a year. It helps you by guiding you to your soulmate, the one you were destined to be with forever. It is a feeling that gives you a sense that you need to be somewhere--a certain place, I've heard. My brother was the first to be taken by The Pull. I observed him as he shifted into his wolf, which was almost identical to mine, sprinting off into the forest. The others soon followed. I found myself becoming anxious. Sometimes a wolf doesn't find their soulmate at the age of 18 or never does, just like my sister Kathara. I glimpsed her peeking through the curtain of her window, looking down at me. Kathara was 24 and still mateless. Within her eyes, which were as green as our father's, I could see that she hoped I didn't fall into the same position as her. Gladly, I wasn't going to. At last, I was experiencing the pull.
Jurius The night I couldn't sleep after I'd returned home. How could I, knowing that my mate was a feeble human and not a wolf shifter like me? and that I'll have to kill her? I wish I had climbed into her bedroom window and ripped off her tiny neck that night, but the disappointment was just too much. Why does this have to happen to me? Why couldn't I have not found my mate instead? Then I wouldn't be in this complicated situation. I heard a knock on my door. "Jurius." It was my mom. She was here to check on me, assuming I hadn't found my mate. "The door is open," I notified her. I sat up and threw away the football I had in my hand. My mom came to me and sat on the bed. "Oh, honey," she said as she embraced me. I returned her hug bitterly, loathing the fact that my soulmate was a frail human. "Don't be too hard on yourself that you didn't find your soulmate. You will within the next full moon. My mother tried to cheer me up. Remember, your father and I didn't find each ot
Freya Spotting my first wolf last night, I went to the back of the house, hoping I would somehow see him again. There wasn't any sight of him. Recalling the way he looked at me when I was in my most painful moment, it felt almost human-like. I will never forget his stare. I'm disappointed that it was only for a short while before he ran back off into the forest. "Freya," I heard Zira calling. "I'm coming," I said, running around the house. Grandma Zoey and Zira were on the porch; in their hands, I saw they had their handbags. "Are you both going somewhere?" I asked as I monitored them. "The house needs some food supplies, and you might also need some stuff for school next week." I forgot I had school in two days. "I have everything I need for school," I told them. I wasn't the type of girl who liked going out. I loved being locked up in my room and reading wolf-shifter romances while attired in large blouses or any clothes that were oversized and felt cozy. "Freya, your grand
Jurius I exited the driver's seat and went to open the door for my mom. "You're as gentle as your dad," she said with a smile as she took her time from the front seat. I returned her smile, locked the car door, and went to the trunk to retrieve the bags of groceries. My mom thought getting out of the house would take my mind off not finding my soulmate last night. It wasn't helping. Every dark object I spotted in the supermarket reminded me of her long, curly hair and her eyes. I was starting to hate the color black. I carried the bags into the kitchen and placed them down. Kathara hugged me, showing she cared about what had happened. I then exited the kitchen, giving her and Mom time to prepare dinner. This evening, dinner was going to be a feast. It was like Thanksgiving for us wolf shifters, kept at the end of the day after every mating season. After the mating season, wolves were going to be very hungry. The mating season had an incredible effect on their appetite. Dad was
Freya "Here's another hamburger," my grandaunt said, putting more on my plate. My mouth was loaded with food; it was difficult to tell her I didn't want anymore. I was on my third hamburger. "No, I'm good," I finally managed to tell her. "Are you sure you've eaten your last burger, as it is your first?" Zira retorted. A great feeling of sadness swept over me. I reached down for a napkin to wipe the remainder of the food from my mouth. I had problems eating too much; I knew I did. Caging my feelings inside, at the age of ten, I learned I would often eat sweets or crave food whenever I felt down. Thanks to my weird and strong metabolism, what I eat doesn't seem to show. "I'm going up to my room now," I said, pulling back my chair. I felt mortified that I was eating like I was alone in my room, not realizing that I wasn't. I guess when you always eat alone, it feels like you always are. "Was it something I said that offends you?" Zira asked. As I was about to say no, I burst int