Tear.

001

She shifted in her spot on the dewy grass as she stared up at the large, luminous moon that hung beautifully in the gradually darkening sky, the delicate pink hue fading to be replaced by the all encompassing deep blue-black of the night sky. She knew the stars would soon creep out from their hiding places to glitter and twinkle merrily and keep the lonely moon company. She also knew that it would be best to start heading back home, her parents would most likely be too busy to worry, however being out at night as a young, unmated female would do her no good.

Her pack was a nice pack, no one would intentionally cause her harm, however, unmated male wolves did not have the best control over their emotions and hormones - especially during the reign of the moon across the sky, so it was always wise to be careful. The scent of an unmated wolf differed from a mated wolf, it was naturally more inviting as it was not encompassed by the masculine or feminine scent of their mate.

Aurora sighed heavily bringing a hand up to rub at her temples wearily, the past few days she had not managed to get as much sleep as usual. Her wolf had been unexplainably restless within her, she was always on edge. She had not allowed Aurora to catch up on sleep, often waking her with snatches of dreams of green eyes, tattoos, sometimes the dark fur of a wolf, occasionally the fleeting image of a broad, chiseled chest - the last one being the image from the previous night, she had awoken feeling wide awake and flushed feeling embarrassed at what her mind had conjured up - or her wolf, so to speak.

During the day, she had not been able to focus on tasks, her wolf constantly wanting to go on runs, wanting to be let out - it was exhausting.

Stop complaining and let's go home.

She heard her wolf from within the corners of her mind making her roll her eyes in exasperation before heaving herself to her not very impressive height and reaching down to grab her pale pink backpack which she slung over her shoulder and began making her way down the frost covered pathway towards her house.

"Shut up, fur-ball." She grumbled beneath her breath although the insult was weak, it was aimed at herself since her wolf was a part of her, she thought wryly. Wolves were the embodiment of the human counterpart however with their animalistic instincts awakened, they were less humane, some morals loosening when their wolves were in control, their wolves and their humans worked in symphony, their human half helping the wolf not to become a complete wild animal when the wolf was dominating, and the wolf not letting the human part loose their instincts. Their wolves were like a North Star within their mind, guiding them through their life, alerting them of danger, allowing them to find their mates with ease, they were a blessing.

Cheers.

Her wolf piped up.

Traipsing through the frosty ground Aurora hummed a song she had heard on the radio under her breath, the cool air biting at her exposed face and no doubt making her nose a hideous red she thought sourly. She slowly emerged from the trail that led out to a small hill where she had previously been sitting, and began walking through the town. Her bag filled with books that she liked to read, some rough sketches of startling green eyes and the few snatches of tattoos she had seen in her jumbled dreams, and an orange for a snack.

A loved up couple brushed past Aurora, both of them lovingly wrapped up within one another that they barely noticed her walking past, they were whispering to each other and the male had the female pulled securely to his chest and out of the nippy cold. Aurora frowned at the pang of jealously that hit her chest.

She longed for a mate—it was the one aspect of being a wolf that Aurora loved more than the rest, when she was younger she would sit and daydream of the day that she would meet her mate. He would be handsome, tall, maybe with pretty blue eyes–probably a tracker as she came from a long line of tracker wolves. Her father and mother were trackers, her uncle was a tracker, her grandfather was a tracker, her grandmother, and so on.