A long howl echoed through the forest.
It was joined by another, and another, until the howling was all encompassing. A noise ringing through your skull, insistent.
A young boy with torn clothes stood on the edge of a hill. He looked up at the moon, the clouds hiding her partially. There's a strange desperation in his eyes.
Someone warily approaches the boy from behind, before going on one knee and sinking his head.
"Alpha, permission to speak?"
The boy looks down at him, his eyes haunted. Moonlight shines through the clouds, enveloping him. The final actor on the final stage.
"Speak."
"Congratulations on your victory. You've proven yourself to your kin, Alpha. The Elders will be pleased."
There's an insistent smell of blood in the air.
"...There's only one last thing you must do to gain full recognition, Alpha. You're not complete."
A sharp breath. After all that had happened, and it still wasn't enough.
"What's that?"
"Find your mate."
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Mountain Crest
WerewolfMountain Crest was given it's name because it's a crest on a mountain. Whoever named it, named it carelessly, and nobody ever bothered to change it. It's a small town where everyone knows everyone. Maisie Crest, new girl in town, meets Damien Jameso...
