The Loss Of The Fated Mate

Chapter 2

Alex Pov:
Huge werewolf muts standing snarling growls can be heard as rain and lightning outline trees with thuderis cracks of thuder of war to come...
The ministry forged opean land alouse echos of holes of wolves a call to war,to fight,to perhaps die ,muts don't offend have alphas or packs and are generally lone wolves but for now we have been . fighting ,preparing for Beatle knowing how high the stakes are

pure bloods have taken and killed most muts due to there genral gentic pure wolf blood flowing in there veins and pure bloods gratelly outnumber muts by the hunderents few muts tertorialands still ecxsit today or are still Beeing fighter for today. ours is just one of them the Crikorial lands.

Muts are just like pure blooded wolves our coats are just mixed and can be tinted and our sizes are just a littel smaller than there's not so much visual difference but the difference comes from strenght
pure bloods, thanks to gentics are more wolf and they present a stronger aora other than obvious physical advantages.

My story strangely ....for most of the gerations my line was pure
not until the last 2gerations did it change my gran a wolf ,grandpa human and my father wolf and mother pure blood wolf but both my parents have said to have found love...untill they divorced when I was 10...

My wolf like my father's a reddy ginger with mild discolouration of white  fur by my eye in the shape of lightning bolt ( I know I know the boy who loved) but it is only noticable if you look really closely, the rest of my coat is mix of Reddy ginger with dark brown of my my mother ,her wolf was pure dark brown a beautiful wolf may I add.

I have been told my wolf is beautiful for a muts...haha funny really right?

The holes of echos bring me back to battle that will soon take place I sniff the airs tint the smell of rain and moisture is strong I give an audorial wolf sneeze as the smell of ' unfamiliar scents attack my nose.
I snarl my candies realising a threatening growl and others do the same the threat of a full on blood bath lumming.

Dark shadowed fluff the outline of theier furs by the dim light of the lightning and dark dusk, wolves appear over the horizon
Slowly growing in numbers
my younger sister Amber growls following her significant others Damon's  fiears hole towards the enemy, her partner Damon is leading us a strong activists against the purebloods   , a threat a warning ,a call to challenge and a slighted edge of a pleaded fear but bearly notociabel.
He has been training us prepairing for this

a hole booms across the abanded meadow a confirmation to the changelange.
Damon's black and tinted Wight wolf turns to mine and gives a confirmation of a nod.

ITS TIME.