Chapter 11

FENRIS

"Any other wolf who claims to have found their mate?" asks elder Raoul as he looks first at Sierra and then at me. That day I had tried to form a soundproof bubble around us but elder Raoul, being able to wield magic himself, must have heard bits and pieces of our conversation.

I try to control my urge to shout out and claim my mate here in front of everyone but I control my wolf and my urges. I promised her time till her birthday which means I have to wait for almost a year.

It becomes unbearable to hear the greetings and congratulations the new found mates receive. My animalistic urges are much harder because we had to wait for our mate for 3 years and now, she rejected us.

I curl my hands into fists and grit my teeth with a force so as to push my wolf in the back of my mind but fail immediately when we feel her eyes on us. Fuck! I can't control myself. I might mark her here if she stares at us with that sad and broken aura around her.

I quickly make my way out of the hall a