Howls of Cursed Fate

꧁ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻 ꧂

My Savannah was sending me a package. That was a nice beginning.

On Monday afternoon, I sat in my room, surrounded by a mess of old clothes scattered across the floor, trying to make sense of my wardrobe.

The last two days were rough in the pack, mud fights became a tradition or something and my father had been on edge about the darkness in the woods. I hadn't been able to tell him about my mate yet, so I waited for his big wolf pack to become calm about the caves. My mysterious mate who I'd seen just once could wait.

The Clubhouse had been lively, while we had been trying to find as many childhood photos as we could. At least we were starting to be great friends in the pack but we needed to be a team too. And that was another challenge for me.

And school hadn't been that bad—ending of senior year or not. Asher seemed to be calm, and wasn't paying attention to Caden at all as I had requested. Lilly on other hand appeared to be nervous, the exams in a month catching her for sure. Mine and her grades were the better ones, she had nothing to be worried about.

Now I was organizing my closet until my parents and siblings would come home. The silence in the house was a nice change.

I had to make space for the new clothes coming in. My current wardrobe was indeed tragic. Each piece on the floor looked more ridiculous than the last—all black, gray, or white. Lilly had mocked my lack of style for years, and maybe she was right. But that was about to change. I was finally doing something about it, and it was thanks to none other than my mate. The one who could take basic clothes and turn them into something... special.

I'd tried to send her a few photos of my clothes, what she could do with that, but she said to wait until she will be done with her previous projects. I'd got my girl busy, no wonder.

I scrolled through her website again, staring at the new altered pieces she'd added. I couldn't admire it more. Even the boys' clothes had this edge to them. They were sharp, creative—just like the outfit she'd worn when I'd first seen her. I could picture her now, working on them, with her deep green eyes focused on the fabric. Maybe she would start humming any song I would think hard on. My imagination ran wild, and my wolf stirred, unsettled by the distance between us. Easy.

Her name was one of the only things I had, but it was enough. Destiny was pulling her toward me, and the mate bond tugged me right back. I just hoped I wouldn't scare her off. Humans didn't feel the mate bond like we did until the marking, and I replayed our brief encounter over and over again. She'd looked at me like she was searching for something but seemed oblivious to the connection. Maybe I had stared a little too long, I should have said something different. I kept telling myself she'd run off because of Caden and her friend. The disgust on her face when she'd looked at them had made that pretty clear. It wasn't because of me.

Just her mocking me for being a better driver. Savannah can have this one, I am making her space on the pedestal.

With a smirk, I added every new piece of clothing she uploaded to my cart. Hell, I even threw in a couple of hats for variety.