Thatcher's Mate (Gay Werewolf Romance)

Chapter 1

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I'm going to keep the full story up for a bit so people can finish it and then just leave a sample. Also, it's going to have to go up a piece at a time like Kiko's Mate because I have to re-edit every time I copy and paste portions of it due to something wonky that always seems to happen when I do that :/. In addition, it might take me longer to get the full version up because I have to go to a wedding out of state and will be gone for four or five days- I apologize in advance!

Hope you guys enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

Lorenzo

I crested the rise and stopped, adjusting my backpack.

The place was already teeming with activity, plenty of people having already arrived.

The Silver Tip Pack, the pack hosting the event this year, had already set up various temporary structures, including tents and wood cabins that could be assembled and disassembled quickly.

I wasn't exactly looking forward to camping for the next few days,but understood the necessity of it.

It wasn't like we could all stay at a hotel and gather in one of the ballrooms to have a tournament fight every couple of hours.

Well, I guess we could, but it wouldn't end well.

I was certain it would be at least frowned upon.

My smile faded as the enormity of the situation settled in.

This was it. No going back.

Once I went down there and signed up for the event, I was officially cutting ties with the Spearhead Pack.

I knew it was the right decision. I knew I needed to move on.

But I still felt that fluttery feeling of uncertainty in the center of my stomach.

I knew it could ended badly when I first started a relationship with Haas.

Scratch that. I knew it was probable that it would end badly.

But I'd taken the risk.

Even though that decision led directly to this moment, I couldn't regret it. Maybe it had just accelerated the inevitable. I'd always been a little shaky on the Haas's qualifications for being Alpha, and when we had finally broken up and he'd become so petty towards me,those reservations had only solidified.

Sighing, I adjusted the straps on my shoulders and made my way down.

I kid ran up to me as soon as I crossed the edges of the encampment.

"Are you here for the tournament?" he asked, notebook and pen at the ready.

"Yes. Lorenzo Alba of the Spearhead Pack."

He quickly scribbled something down in his notebook.

"Great! We have a place for you. Right this way please."

I followed the kid passed the largest tents, the scents coming from them letting me know they were probably the mess halls. He led me past the center of the camp and towards the edges, where sea of smaller tents had been placed.