Starkville: Book Three of, The Wolf Without a Name

Growing up, at a younger age my mom would tell me her romantic story of how she and dad met. I fell in love with their love story and would beg her to tell me every night before going to bed. I love her story so much that I could not wait to one day be old enough to find my one true mate; that every full moon, I would stare through my bedroom window and watch excitedly wolves and she-wolves being wandered off into the dark, having only the bright light of the full moon to guide them. Seeing them, I was even more anxious to turn eighteen and to too meet my next half. The wolf, the moon goddess has blessed me with to spend my entire life with.

Before my mom died, she used to tell me, a one true mate is like an alpha, and that the only difference is that he may not have a pack he's destined to rule and protect, but a single wolf he's destined to love forever. I kept that quote with me forever and impatiently waited until I was of the rightful age, searching under the beautiful m