An eerie night. A misty moon. My pack awaits a perfect night like this, but only after you turn 17. This night is my night. My night of change.
Just then, a tall fluffy wolf walks into my den. His pastels echo throughout the expanse of my den.
"Aspen, are you ready?" It's my father, Odysseus. Alpha of our pack, the Moon Slayer Pack.
"Yes, Father. I'm ready." I reply to him as I get off my bed and walk out of the den with him.
"It is a big day for you, Aspen. Are you sure you are ready?"
"The next perfect night won't be for at least 2 moons. Yes, I'm sure."
"Alright. Let's just hope Fenir will hear our ancestors well and deliver the message properly."
"I agree. Honestly, I think she's getting a bit too old to be our shaman. If anyone else, Kylo should take over for her. He's great at it."
"My thoughts exactly, but you know the law. A shaman must complete their journey in the Circle of Life before they may be replaced."
"While that is true, as future Alpha Female, I believe it is good to have a line of new shamans just in case something happens."
"Agreed. Oh look, we've arrived."
Less than 10 feet in front of us are no less than 30 wolves here to see my selection. My pack's territory spans the entire northwestern territories in Canada, so it is expected for us to have a large pack. Summits with other packs have proved us to be largest among the 6 territories.
"Psst- Aspen, come here." My best friend Asena whispers in my ear. I walk toward where my friend group is sitting. There's 6 of us all together. Onyx, Raven, Stoli, and Rowena. Raven and Rowena are twins from the Blue Moon pack. Stoli and Onyx are siblings as well.
"What's up guys?"
"We came to see your selection! Mom will totally kill us, but we don't care! We wouldn't miss it for all the elk in the world!" Rowena says as she gives me a hug.
"Thank you all so much for coming!" I say while sitting down next to them.
"Are you scared?" Stoli asks me, pawing at the ground with his right paw.
"Kinda, but not really. I just wanna get this over with. What if it's one of you?" My heart skips a beat. I've been crushing on Raven, Onyx, and Stoli forever, but I've never had the courage to tell them.
"If it is, any one of us would be lucky to have you!" Asena replies. "Besides, there's like no chance of that because the rest of us don't turn 17 for like 2 more moons or longer!"
"That is true." Raven agrees.
Our shaman, Fenir, walks up and sits on the shaman rock signaling that the ceremony is about to begin.
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Perfect Mates
Teen FictionEvery year there are 10 nights in which wolves believe they are the perfect night. Any wolves that turned 17 between any of these 10 nights, participate in something called the selection. A shaman calls upon the ancestors to decide a mate for said w...
