Coincidences

Coincidence!?

Carver's POV:

It sucks waking up in the morning. Especially after sitting through a three hour, boring meeting with your dad and brother late last night.

I got up, did my morning routine, and tried not to crawl back into bed.

I put on some jeans and a tight dark blue shirt to show off my abs and v-line. I had all the pack sluts drooling even though I wouldn't let those hoes come near me. I mean, pack sluts probably have something. I'm scared that them even breathing on me, will give me some kind if sexually transmitted disease, even though werewolves are resistant to them. I wasn't going to risk anything that would get my mate to hate me. I shivered at the thought, flexing and messing up my hair to give it a 'tussled look', before grabbing my phone and backpack, heading downstairs.

I'm 6'7, 200 pounds of muscle with black hair, blue eyes, lightly tanned skin, and am the future Alpha of the DarkIce pack.

"Rawr!" I felt the wind get knocked out of me, banging into a wall.

"Conner!" I yelled, dragging him into a noogie.

"Say it!"

"Never!"

"SAY IT!"

"Carver is masterful and a hella sexy beast!" Conner yelled before I dropped his ass on the floor laughing my butt off.

Conner growled, shoving me, as I ran after him to the kitchen.

I'm 18, soon to be 19. I'm in my senior year of high school along with my little brother and future beta, Conner. We were born 20 minutes after each other and werewolf pregnancies are six to seven months.

All future pack alphas and their betas must go to a training school in Alaska for a year, to learn the ins and outs to running, maintaining, and controlling packs. Once the elders agree that we are knowledgeable enough to run a pack, we can return home and accept our duties whenever, from the current pack alpha. Sometimes challenges are initiated for the title, but the title is usually passed down through family ties.

That's why I'm so old and still in school. Ugh. Conner was already stuffing his face with pancakes. He's 6'6, 190 pounds of muscle, and loves video games. He's also my best friend, I'd trust him with my life, and we are both on the football team at school; I'm the quarterback, cliché but whatever.

"Somebody got beauty sleep," my future gamma and my other best friend strutted in, trying to mess up my hair. We growled playfully at each other before Papa threatened us to not even start.

My gamma is named Raven and he is freaking smart and one Hell of a tactician. He came across our borders with his parents and a few other pairs when he was about twelve; all of them not agreeing to the rulings of their current alpha. We accepted them, after a few trials to make sure they were honest and truthful about why they wanted to join. We are very protective of our members.

Raven has helped our pack a lot by directing where our warriors should go when there were rogues attacking. My father, the current alpha, gave him a chance to prove himself when he first joined since Raven claimed he could drive back a recurring attack from several rogues, minimizing our own losses. Let's just saw, we became friends that day. He's awesome.

Speaking of warriors, my family and our whole pack are worried about our dearest family member and me, my brother's, and my gamma's best friend Leon. The head warrior of the pack. He's 21, about to turn 22, and he only has 4 years left to live.

I may be a 'big bad Alpha', but we grew up with him and have cried with him from the loneliness he bears and the depression setting in from not having a mate; my best friend is losing his wolf. My brother and family member, was dying and there was nothing anyone could do.