Topping the Enemy (Werewolf Story)

Chapter 2: Who You Are

Harry

Whoever said college was all about fun and freedom probably didn't major in pre - med.

My name is Harrison Staedler, I am 20 years young and currently attend Rice University as a sophomore.

I come from a small town in Texas where two feuding families battle it out for revenge over something that happened many decades ago.

Not even my dad remembers what it is we're fighting for anymore. All he told me is that the Barnett clan had killed an ancestor of his.

Honestly, I have way bigger fish to fry.

Being born the second son of a mighty werewolf dynasty has afforded me the opportunity of planning my own future, instead of having to simply follow in my father's footsteps like my older brother.

He is the one who ascended as the next Alpha of the Blood Moon pack last year. I know that being Alpha is all that he has ever dreamed of, good for him.

I don't have the same ambition. Even if I could, no thanks. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Though technically I was taught to fight from a young age because my father made sure of it. Something along the lines of keeping the family strong.

I can't say it never came in handy. Back in high school, I was more than willing to stand my ground against some homophobic bullies.

I hate to give him credit, but my dad raised no victim. I'm far from being a pushover. I just don't seek any unnecessary conflict, but if you come for me, you'll find me ready to go.

Not that I can say I had a bad high school experience, I didn't. I did okay. I had good friends, occasional boyfriends, I mean, boys I had no 'strings attached' flings with. I was even voted most likely to be successful after highschool.

Good times.

There's just one little caveat.

I was supposed to find my soulmate when I turned 18 just like any other werewolf. I did everything I was supposed to, even applied for out of state colleges in case he was accepted into one of them.

But no matter where I looked, he was nowhere to be found. And I did look everywhere.

I'm not the first werewolf to attend college still unmated, but having a front row seat to all my friends' mate reveals, I can say from experience that it was almost traumatizing.

I personally hate pity parties. It's just how I was raised. But that really stung... I was so ready to go to college with my mate, hopefully to the same one.

I was even prepared to go to a different college than my original choice. But no mate for Harry. I guess I'm just one of those people whose mates are younger and they got disconnected from me back in high school. It happens.

Though I'd love for him to go here at Rice. If we were to discover each other here it'd be wonderful. But I'm not holding my breath.

I'm nearly at the end of my year and still nothing. Since I'm 20 now, the only hope I have left is to return to my home town and find my mate to be graduating high school.

Other than that, I have no clue where to look for him that I haven't already done. I wouldn't mind even if my mate were human, I just would like to find him as soon as possible.

Actually, scratch that. I definitely would mind, but I'd accept him just the same. Growing up in a majority human population town, I learned since I was a pup to blend in with them.

And now that I'm in college, this place is so overrun with humans, there's barely any werewolves to connect with me.

And yes, the few werewolves that I found here are all already mated. Even the ones who came from different packs.