SEVEN

My father had taken precaution in educating me about the types of werewolves there were. I noticed amongst Rydian's friends, one was a western wolf. Two were from southern clans. And the rest were northern wolves. They all differed in shapes, size colour and fur. That how one could tell. 

He layed it out on me easy , how Rydian had made a mistake by requesting me to come meet him. And one by one they all morphed into their wolf form they all left me as I watched them disappear on the horizon. Even my so called mate's best friend Caleb. He was disappointed by Rydian's behaviour so much as he had said he himself was when he gazed at my photo. He told me Rydian was angry, angry with me, angry with himself but mostly embarrassed that he ever considered someone like me and actually wanted me to be his girlfriend. He did not want anything to do with me. "You're not the kind of mate my friend was hoping to meet." He said. "The moment he layed eyes on a photo of yours we showed hi