Strangers to Love

Chapter 1

I am a 25 year old unmated werewolf. Most of us find our mates by the time we are 18. I, also, am not your typical wolf, I am not sure that you could say that there are typical ones. Instead of traveling the world to try to find my mate, I stayed home and studied photography, much to my parents dismay. They always pushed me to fund my mate, I just think that it's not right to push fate, it'll happen when it's supposed to.

My name is Natasha Beauman. I am a photographer, well sort of. I stayed home to study photography, but it really hasn't taken off yet. I am the pack photographer however, they have me do all the major events that happen around here. Weddings, pack events like BBQ's and parties, any meetings with other packs. It's nice that they are so supportive of my dreams. My father is the beta of the pack, and he, more then anyone, pushes me to find my mate . Don't get me wrong, I do want to travel and find my mate, the photos I could take would be great for my portfolio, but I love my home so much, it's had to leave.

My mother is a stay at home mom, with 9 pups, she always had her hands full. I am the oldest of all of us. I have 4 brothers and 4 sisters. I am the first of triplets. Mom and dad had one set of triplets, and two sets of twins, and two singles. Our house was always full, sure was a change when I moved out, it was just me and my sister Anabelle until she found her mate, Kyle, now she lives with him. I have been on my own for about 5 years now. I have a nice one bedroom condo, it has a great view of the city from the 11th floor. I have a contemporary taste in furniture. Plain, yet elegant. I have a brown sectional in the living area facing a 42" wide screen TV. There are two recliners on either side of the sectional. One coffee table in the middle of the room, makes it a cozy space to hang out with my friends. It has an open concept floorplan with the kitchen and living area together. The kitchen is quaint, with a small island and the cabinets are dark brown with a lighter tan faux granite countertop. The window goes across half the apartment with a wrap around balcony that you can access from the bedroom as well as the living areas.

In my bedroom, I have a queen sized bed that sits at one wall, two end tables and I have a small sitting area area the other end, where I read. The walk-in closet/ensuite is on the east side of the room, next to the door. The west side has the window and balcony door. The whole apartment faces to the southwest, so it does get warm in the afternoons, but it has alot of natural light.

I currently work at the local photo gallery. I am a junior photographer and gopher. Anything that needs doing, I do it. I have do some pretty stupid erands sometimes, but it is for the good of the gallery and it helps me get some gallery experience. It feels a little demeaning sometimes, but I have my foot in the door at least. I am still trying to get a show together. The gallery is run by humans, so my dad can't help, which is something I am grateful for, I want to do this on my own. It'll be my legacy.

Over the years, many packs have come through our territory, I am hoping to find my mate soon, it's starting to get lonley. All my friends are mated, and my siblings that are of age are mated as well. I know that he is out there, being lonley too. I have to admit, not having a mate to me, means not having sex either. I don't see a point to getting into a relationship with someone who isn't your mate, you would get attached, just to have them, or you, find your mate and break it off. It happened to me once, and that was what made my mind up. I was dating a guy in high school, we were together for two years, one year in school, one year after high school. A new pack came through and he met his mate, so two years of my life was wasted, just to have him walk away. At the time, I truly thought that I was in love with him. Now I am not sure.