Hey. I guess I should start by saying my name is Sophia Rose. I am 5'7", nineteen, and yes, I know about werewolves.
The human race found out about them about 10 years ago, and since then we have coincided peacefully. All of the countries still work the same for humans, but werewolves had to pick a ruling class to rule over all of the packs to make the bridge between werewolves and humans easier across the board. This pretty much means that packs rule themselves unless they needs the Alpha King and all of the people in his court. Which is great because one person chosen based on "birth rights", having all of the power has definitely worked great throughout history. Note the sarcasm.
At least I don't have to worry about that since I am one hundred percent human. That is unless I have a mate. I'm pretty sure everyone of you know what mates are, and they are the whole reason werewolves came out in the first place. Apparently they got tired of kidnapping people and having to explain it all. Not all humans have a mate as not all werewolves are mated with humans. I have always kind of wanted a mate. I mean it's someone who loves you unconditionally.
I should probably get back to my life now...
"Hey Sophia I'm a little short for this month's rent." my best friend and roommate Lola interrupts.
"I'll cover it if you clean the place up." I reason being the softie I am.
"You are the best. I swear I'll get a full-time job soon." she promises.
I am very lucky because my family already paid for my college so I can spend all of my money from teaching dance on the necessities like rent, food, and the occasional impulse buy. Okay more than occasional... I'm weak.
"You ready for the mating festival?" Lola asks.
"Yeah I guess, but it kinda feels like a prostitution ring or something. 'Hey I want that one. She is my mate.'" I reply.
I mean going to a festival to check out a bunch of werewolves who are checking you out to see if they are going to take you. At least you have to be eighteen to go, so no kids are taken.
"I'm not sure if I am more scared of coming home without a mate or with one." Lola says.
"Yeah I guess so. Come on we only have an hour to make you look decent." I joke.
"Hey which one of us has had a boyfriend?" she retorts.
"Shut up" I grumble as we walk towards the closet to pick an outfit.
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Menoetius
Hombres LoboMenoetius is the titan of destruction in Greek Mythology This one is probably worse He is the enforcer to all werewolves He is known for his bloodshed It is said he can defeat an entire army of werewolves... all alone Lucky Me. Who am I? His mate.
