I lied.
It was a mistake.
Now my mate hates me.
Can I blame him?
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Author's Note: This chapter was supposed to be longer, but I'm not 100% feeling the second part of this chapter yet, so I'm going to keep working on it until I'm happier with it. I'm hoping to have that part out by end of this week. It's written, just needs a little bit more love.
Anyway, for everyone who celebrates it, Happy Thanksgiving, readers!
"No!" My father's broken screams break through the trees, echoing around me. My adrenaline spikes and I move on instinct as my senses pique as much as they can for a human.
I hate that I can't shift yet.
I hate that I can't help like the rest of my pack.
I hate that I'm destined to be the next Alpha and instead of feeling brave, all I've felt for days is fear.
Alphas aren't meant to feel fear.
Leaves and branches smack against my face, slicing through my delicate skin as I sprint toward my father's pained screams. With a deep breath, I remind myself that I'll have my wolf in only a few months, and everything will change. I'll be eighteen and my wolf will manifest fully, then I'll run faster and move through the foliage more efficiently, like the wolf I'm meant to be—the wolf I'm destined to be. I won't be weak. Human bodies are worthless when you need speed, heightened senses, and skin that doesn't easily break.
I will be invincible and fearless.
I want to be fearless . . .
. . . I need to be fearless.
For my pack.
"No!" my father cries again.
Where is he?
"Dad!" I shout, but he doesn't respond to me. He only screams again.
It's been days since we've last seen my mother. No one in the pack has heard from her, not even my father. But I can tell something is wrong with their bond. My father has been distant and irrational; it's not like him to be either of those things. He's always calm and calculated. But no matter how much I've begged him to talk to me about what he knows and what the bond is telling him about my mother, he won't answer me.
He just keeps telling me we need to find her.
A steep hill is before me, but it doesn't stop me—not when my father cries out again.
"No!"
My feet catch speed as I head downhill. My heart beats rapidly as I try to find where my father's cries are coming from.
"Dad?" I scream. "Where are—"
Oomph!
My body rolls, slamming against rocks and broken branches. I can feel them cut into my body as I gain speed down the hill. I can't get my body to stop, not at this speed, so I keep my arms tucked and hope I don't break anything as my body continues to crash down this hill.
