Bill and I are walking through the dense forest looking for certain herbs and mushrooms to stock for the winter. He's my mentor, the pack healer, and also a seer. Like a werewolf version of a shaman. Ever since I turned 18 and shifted the first time, I've been seeing visions, so he took me in as a sort of apprentice.
Bill is my uncle by blood, but has always been more of a father to me. He's shorter than most male wolves, but he was never meant to be a warrior. On the other hand, I have a warrior build, but I'm supposed to be a healer and seer. Or am I? I still have my doubts. I'm still confused by the visions.
A breeze blows through the trees, rustling the branches and sending a few orange and crimson leaves floating down. There's a scent I've never smelled before. Like the beach, sunshine, soft grass, lavender... it's faint but it tugs at me. The beach? Here in the middle of the mountains? The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, goosebumps cover my arms. Desire courses through me... then.. fear? Yes, fear. Why am I so afr-
That's when I hear the bear, and then the screaming starts. A female scream, then more females screaming, a bear roaring, that fear cresting like a wave, a gun shot. More screams.
Bill and I take off towards the commotion in a rush. My wolf surfaces, trying to break free. He's enraged, something he wants is in danger. I'm confused by him, but regain control. Running up as a wolf to a group of screaming girls in the middle of a crisis would not help one bit.
We're fast, even in human form, so we are there in under a minute. As we approach we slow our pace to what people would deem "natural".
I take in the scene: one young woman is laying near the river, covered in blood with a massive grizzly bear laying on her legs. I smell the death from the bear. Blood, gun powder, anger, fear. Death. There are two teenage girls hovering over her, screaming at her to answer them. Is she alive? The girls get up and try to push the bear off her. I see her move. She's alive. And despite everything, I'm overwhelmed with the intoxicating aroma from before.
"MATE!" My wolf cries out!
Our mate?! At twenty-five years old, I'd nearly given up on the idea of finding a mate. Werewolves are hard to find, outside of ones own pack anymore, especially since the war broke out.
Being superior to humans in strength and speed, we easily defend our territories if any group of humans stumbles across us, but traveling to other packs has all but stopped.
We slide down the slope and run to the trio of girls. Bill drops down to help the girl on the ground, and it hits me full force. Even covered in the bear's blood, she's beautiful. Eyes like soft green moss watch Bill as he checks her over.
I think Bill is oblivious these girls, clearly sisters, have wolf blood. It isn't pure, but it's there.
The younger two are too young to have shifted yet, if they ever will. Looking at the oldest, our mate, I don't think has shifted either. I don't think they know!
I'm in shock. We found our mate.. but she's not pure, she doesn't even have a clue what she is, so definitely not a clue about me. How do I handle this? Does she even feel the mating pull?
She turns her gaze to me. The world suddenly stops. Nothing else matters but this woman. My mate. Mine. "Ours," my wolf says, pacing back and forth, just as confused about how to handle this.
Usually both male and female would feel the pull, and go through the mating rituals as fast as possible. It's pure instinct. But she's not pure.
How do I do this without scaring the crap out of her?
Slowly the world starts spinning again, only now it revolves around her.
It doesn't matter how it happens, just that it happens. She is mine, and I am her's. I have to have her.
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Sisters of Moonlight: Brielle: book 1 of sisters trilogy.
Người sóiAfter civil war breaks out amidst political turmoil, three sisters must survive on their own. A journey to find safe haven, the sisters find more than they were ever expecting.
