River Falls: The Wolves

to see things more clearly. Makes him or her stronger, better. When a mate dies, the other won’t be far behind. A wolf who has found their mate won’t want to live without them. I’ve known werewolves who have carried on living for years after their mate has died, mainly because of small children. But they aren’t the same. Their eyes lose that sparkle and they may pretend to be happy for the sake of the child, but inside their wolf is in a constant state of grief and torment each passing day. I can’t imagine how it must feel.

I never want to feel that.

True Alphas really are the most powerful of the werewolves. Their only weakness is their mate. You kill their mate, you eventually kill them. That’s why I’m grateful I haven’t found my mate yet. The older we get, well up to a certain point anyway, the stronger we get. I’m only 17, I need to be stronger. And not have my head full of college and university. I wouldn’t want my mate to be in constant danger, like Abby is now. I’ve spoken to Jason. He’s livid, but also scared of what could have happened to her. He’s not letting her out of his sight. Not that I blame him. Although I don’t want my mate yet, I’d still like to think I’d be somewhat protective over her when I do find her. And I do want to find her.

Just not yet.

Right now I want as normal a life that I can get. I want to go to college to play football. I’m good. My werewolf strength and speed help, so I have to make sure I tone down what I’m actually able to do, but I’m on track to get a scholarship at the top sports school in the country. Not that I need scholarship money, but at least then my dad can’t moan at me tell, telling me I’m wasting pack money. And then there’s the issue about me moving away from the pack. All he wants me to do is find my mate so I can take over from him. He says when I finish school it’s time, that I shouldn’t be thinking about college. Just the pack. Only the pack. Always the pack. But what about what I want. It’s my life. That’s another reason why I’m grateful I haven’t found my mate. He won’t let me take over without her.

Right now though I need to get to bed. It’s late and it’s game night tomorrow night. I can’t wait. I’ve been a little on edge the last few days. I haven’t been for a good run in a while though. Maybe I should go tomorrow after the game.

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I pull my truck into the parking lot at school. I’m late, it’s ok though, it’s not like I’m behind on any of my classes. I’m pretty much top in all of them. I step out of my car and head towards the school doors. There’s something different. I start looking a round to try and work out what it is, but no ones around. The more I concentrate though I notice there’s a scent that I’ve not noticed before. It’s nice. I can’t really put my finger on what it is. But it’s there.

I go through my morning classes, still being able to smell what ever it is, but not finding what it is. But I just need to ignore it. We’ve got a game tonight and a team meeting to get to now so I need to go round up the boys from the lunch room. As I’m walking towards to there, I notice the scent is becoming stronger. And I feel like I’m just being pulled towards it by an invisible rope. It’s not an unpleasant feeling. I get to the lunch room door and stop dead in my tracks. My heart feels like it’s about to explode out of my body.

My ears only hear her voice, no other sound is getting through. She’s not saying much, but just those little sounds she’s making is doing things to my body and I’m craving to hear more. The first thing my eyes land on is long dark glossy hair that hangs in waves. I can’t see her face but I know when she turns around she will be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. The second thing my eyes land on is the fact that there is a guy, one of my team mates, O’Connor, with his arm around her shoulders. Touching her. I can feel my temper raising, I’m trying very hard to not lose my rag here but finding it very difficult.

This is insane I’ve never even seen her or talked to her. The only way I should be feeling like this over a girl is if she’s my....., but......

Mine....

My whole body screams at me that she is mine.

This is what has had me on edge all day, that smell, her divine smell is what was different about school today. She is what was different. But this is going to ruin everything. My plans. It can’t be happening now, it’s not even safe for her. I’m stood frozen to the ground. Unable to move and unable to take my eyes off her. My anger is still growing. I don’t like that she is there and I’m still stood here, and I hate that there’s another male touching her. But I’m also angry because this wasn’t supposed to happen yet. I’m torn between marching over there, punching O’Connor and throwing her over my shoulder to go claim her straight way or marching over there and telling her to go away and come back in a few years time. After I’ve had my normal high school experiences and college. When I’m stronger.