A Wolf's Guide To Being Single

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Tonight is the night. I am hoping that he will enjoy it. As a wolf, I am to accept my mate through a 'mating ritual'. If you would call it that; as for most people it means so much more. However, for me, it is merely sex. I understand that if I go through with this I will have no more single nights out, no more drunk hookups, and most of all, I will have a perfect life. As I tie my shoelaces, I consider my future. Raising pups, supporting my family, the boring stuff. The stuff any normal person would crave. I used to be that person. But now, as I stand up, ready to bike to his house, I begin to loathe my future.

I shrug away my thoughts, attempting to replace them with my normal, calm demeanor. As I step into the cool air, the winter's breeze blows the hairs from my face, and I pick up my helmet from my motorbike. The moon shines brightly, and as I pray to the moon goddess that my life will be happy, I still can't help but doubt myself. My bike glistens in the moonlight, the beams glancing off the icy crome, as I slide onto the smooth, leather seat. When I rev the engine, I know this bike is my life. I have gone through thick and thin with this bike, I have had lows and highs, and this bike has been the only constant. Apart from him. And now, on this cold winter's night, with the moon beaming down at me, my fate will be sealed.

When I arrive at his house, I stride up to the doorstep, knocking solidly. He answers immediately, almost dragging me inside. As soon as he closes the door; quite sharply I must say, he starts to speak.
"I, Jonothan King, reject you, Susi Brown, as my mate. By Moon Goddess it is done."
I stand there, in my shocked silence, as the pain overwhelms me. It takes every fibre not to collapse on the laminate floor. He merely stares at me, anger and sadness in his eyes. My heart feels like it is burning, and my head feels light. When I slowly look up at him, I can see the regret. But I can also see the satisfaction hidden behind it. I turn on my heel, giving one last glance at the man I once thought I loved, and with that, I slammed the door in his face.

The air hit my face once more, but now I felt nothing. No cold, no wind, just numbness. As I slide onto my bike, I barely notice the dulling of the moon, as is to be expected from the rejection of a mate. I do not feel the smooth leather, or the cold chrome, I only feel numb.

Tonight was supposed to be the night I accepted him. Tonight was the night he rejected me.

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Well guys, hope you like the first chapter of my first book, I am trying to put quite a bit of effort into this. I know it's short but the ending of it just felt right.

Many Awkward Hugs,

Nell