Hey guys here is a prologue from a book I am just starting please let me know what you think comment down below 👇
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"LOAN WOLVES ARE NO BETTER THAN ROGUES! The moon goddess made a mistake, I don't want a mate like you" Daniel Yelled like a child
I replied, " and I don't want a mate like you. Just because your suppose to be this great big leader doesn't mean you are. Leaders are suppose to give everyone a shot, your parents gave me a chance. Too bad you couldn't." I take a breathe and looked into his eyes I could see the regret but it was too late for us. I continued, " I April Thompson daughter of Alpha Quinn of moons crest pack reject you as my mate and equal. Goodbye mate"
I walked into the school unfazed, uncaring and unscarred by what I had just done. Loosing one more person isn't difficult when you have no one.
2 hours earlier
"APRIL!", My best friend shouted from out in the hallway. Effectively waking me up.
'Knock ...knock'
Without eating for an invitation she barges into my room as I rub by eyes scratching the sleep crust from my eyes. I sigh as Octavia eases my closet for what she calls 'suitable' cloths for this very special occasion. I snort, tavia's definition is 3 sizes too small, revealing or basically anything making me look like a colour blind stripper. She pulls out an assortment of my cloths and practically throughs them at me.
She grunts, " put these on!"
Without another word she stomps out of my room. 'Happy birthday to me ' I thought sullenly
Olive replied, ' don't be like that April. You know what Octavia has been through. She's just trying to help'
I reply,' I know olive, but while your banging around in my head; she's just not herself. Not that force of nature she was when I first met her.'
Olive howls, ' you don't know what it is to loose a mate. I may be just a spirit, but even I know the effects loosing a mate can have.'
Olive strode back to the deepest, darkest part of my mind. Pulling myself out of bed I put the cloths tavia had chosen on and strode out into the kitchen.
Octavia clasped her hands together, she pursed her lips then clapped her hands over her mouth as if she was pleased with her handy work. She twirled her finger, telling me to spin around. Evaluating her choice she smiles. As if content she presents me with a small wrapped box
She says, " Open it after you find your bed body."
She giggles. I just did there shaking my head. Unfortunately, very few wolves wanted to learn wolves as mates. Lone wolves like me were seen as rogues, we had no loyalty to a pack only what is self-serving. For many like me our 18th birthday is known as Rejection day
