The Beta and the Figure Skater

Prologue

 Leanna Johnson was a wonderful, kind, and talented girl. A girl you'd be proud to call a friend. She loved her family and her friends. And, she loved figure skating. She was amazing out on that ice. Anyone who saw her would be in awe. She was only sixteen years old, but amazing. She'd been skating since she was twelve years old. It was her passion. 

 But, one day, something happened that changed her life forever. She slipped and broke her ankle while preforming. The doctor said she may never skate again. Leanna was devastated. She had lost the one thing she loved doing most in her life. The one career she wanted to have. Her parents told her it wasn't the end of the world. They told her she could find another passion. She tried everything. But nothing struck her the way skating had. She tried painting. But she just painted a figure skater. She tried music, but she just gave it up after a week or two. She had given up her dream. She had packed away her things, thinking she wouldn't see them or need them again.

 Leanna became a whole different person. When she turned seventeen, she and her parents moved from Illinois to Craftsbury, Vermont for her father's work. Her parents hoped she would go back to her normal self, seeing all the beautiful places and winters in Vermont. But it only hurt more. Leanna wanted to skate. Her parents knew that. They tried to get her to try it a few times, but she refused. Part of Leanna was scared. Scared she would fail. Scared of falling and getting hurt again. She loved it so much. But could she really do it again? She had never fallen during a performance before. 

 The girl just shook it off and got a job as a waitress in a café, located, in what she had no idea was the White Stone Pack, home to more than 150 were-creatures. She had no idea were-creatures even existed. She was good at her job, and, was liked by everyone. Though, everyone could clearly see she was a sad girl. She seemed sad all the time. Like, her mind was constantly somewhere else. And, it was. In her mind, she was back in her hometown of Illinois. It was evening and she was skating on the beautiful Lake Springfield in the winter.

 Weston Peterson was seventeen years old when he met his mate, Kelly. He loved her with all his heart. And Kelly cared for him a lot as well. However, she felt that, though they were mates, it just wasn't working. That they weren't right for one another. She just kept thinking about another wolf, who'd just joined the pack. Their relationship lasted two weeks before she rejected him. She apologized and told him she hoped they could be friends. But Weston didn't want to be just friends. Weston wanted his mate. But, he couldn't force her and he knew that. So, he let her go.

 Weston turned all his attention on being the best Beta he could be for his pack. And he became a great one. Alpha Ray was proud to call him his second-in-command. Gamma Grady, who was a funny, carefree young man who liked to have fun, really looked up to him and tried his best to be as great a Gamma as Weston was a Beta.

 Though he had become a great Beta, and was admired and respected by everyone in the pack, Weston knew there was something missing in his life. He looked at Alpha Ray and Luna Mayla and saw how wonderful their relationship was. He wanted that so badly. What Weston needed, what the love of a mate.