117- Fate will Out

Rona’s POV

“Okay girls, you should start to feel your wolf snap into place,” mom explains, as mid-night is here. We are in the den of the Packhouse, and warriors, male and female, are all around.

I feel my head snap. Then it’s like a wall falling down. I feel my limbs tense and relax. My head feels full, like something is moving around in there. Then, I feel the urge to roar.

So, I do.

“Wow,” Kate said, beside me.

“This is a strange feeling,” I say, smiling.

I look around and smile, but nope, no sparks. Some of the warriors smirk, bow and leave. Some hang around just in case, but frown and leave. I notice a few have come from Mountain Peak; that’s going to be a long ride home.

There is a knock on the door, at fifteen after midnight. Dad answers.

“I want to see Rona, please,” Ashton is here at the Packhouse. He’ll have a room here, when we graduate.

“Of course. Since you are in control, not your wolf, you understand that we know you aren’t mates?” Dad