[Completed] Every Wolf Moon, humans are selected from each village to be sacrificed to the werewolves; creatures worshipped by humans as godlike figures. In a twist of fate, seventeen year old Mila Young is selected to be the annual sacrifice for th...
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I slipped out of Diana's home as soon as I had the chance to without her notice. I was told that no one would stop me from wandering around; many considered me superior and others just thought of me as blessed by the Mother. Besides that, I smelled of the mark; something that clearly declared me as belonging to the King Alpha. I was more than disgruntled by this fact and if I was honest with myself, I was becoming overwhelmed by the entire situation. I felt like too many people had far too many expectations for me.
I was bound to disappoint.
I decided to head towards the secret entrance into the temple. Perhaps I could choke Cynthia until she admitted that she threw me to the wolves, literally. For someone so connected to omnipotent higher beings, she sure failed to mention the King Alpha's immortality and this wouldn't be instantly forgiven.
My steps were stressed as I walked in the direction of where I recalled the temple to be. I passed by members of the pack, purposely avoiding looking at them. But I could still sense them stepping just slightly towards me, enough to try and scent me. They could smell wolf, no doubt. If I focused, I thought I could feel it resting just under my skin; something alive and untamed but patient... something ancient.
When I couldn't stand their looks any further, I slipped between buildings and began avoiding them once more. I did this for a few more minutes before a lance suddenly lowered threateningly directly in front of me, freezing me mid-step. I looked from the lance to the wielder, spotting a familiar face.
Cate stood dominatingly, poised momentarily as though prepared for a fight. Her fiery hair was in that same braid that fell low down her back and she wore that same uniform which fit her curvy frame quite well but also seemed fit for a battle. When it was obvious she got my attention, she lifted the lance and propped it over her shoulder easily.
"Hello again," She said quietly, tilting her head.
"I didn't sense you," I responded, disturbed by my own statement, "I guess it would be weirder if I did..."
"I don't sense you, either," She answered simply before breathing in sharply. "Hmm. What do you think of Alpha Roman now?"
"He's an asshole," I said angrily and began to stomp away. Cate began walking alongside me in silence. I felt suddenly quite visible with her next to me. She was too tall and graceful; her weapon too loud and violent. I stopped walking and faced her. "Why are you following me?"
"I like you," She shrugged simply. I opened my mouth and then paused. "You insult the Alpha, but he's marked you. Did you reciprocate?"
"No," I snapped in irritation.
"You should probably fix that," Cate responded, leaning against her lance before looking at me with amusement on her features. "You're flustered because you're not a lycanthrope."
"I don't want to be one," I glared at her.
"Liar," She said easily, "You like the feel of it. That wolf under your skin."
