Silver

Chapter 2

I turn on my heel to return home, but instead come face to face with Drew, the Alpha's son. At 17 with his dark locks, deep chocolate eyes, and dimpled cheeks, you can definantly call him a boy next door type. Most girls, werewolf and human alike, swarmed to him like a moth to a big zapper, because when they got to close they got burned. Don't get me wrong Drew is a nice kid, but he isn't one for serious relationships, and all the girls learned that the hard way. But for some odd reason for the past half year at least, he had taken to chasing me around. Not literally of course, but if I was off for a will he would always suddenly appear or walk Round town there he was, and now I turn around and when he should be with his family he's behind me. I didn't notice him approach, and scold myself for getting too absorbed in the moment.

"So Silver, your going with them in the morning?" His tone is genuinely worried when he asks me.

"Yes, sorry I can't talk right now Drew. I've got to pack." I feel slightly bad for ending the conversation but he obviously doesn't see it that way, as he follows me towards my house still yammering about the other pack.

When we finally reach my house I give him as polite a goodbye a I can muster before entering the two story building and closing the door behind me. A sigh of relief escapes my lips and then a groan when I realize I just left my family standing back there in the square.

Well we do have a reason. My wolf finally speaks up after staying silent at least an hour. I think it's a new record.

And what would that be?

Well if we meet this other pack when we are supposed to we might just to kick some butt on our birthday.

I sigh at the prospect of such a monumental birthday away from my family. That would be nice.

I wake up from the internal alarm bells going off I my head. I jump out of my queen sized bed when the bell's meaning finally clicks in my sleep covered mind. I pull on some khaki straight cargo pants, and a forest green fitted t shirt. As custom with werewolves I go bare foot, letting me barely make a sound as I make my way down the wooden stairs with an overnight bag on my shoulder. Well in my case 2 bags. When I reach the kitchen I pull a piece of paper and a pen from one of the kitchen drawers and write a short note to my still dreaming family.

Love you guys! I'll see you in a couple of days, and guess what? I'm going to be another year older! Don't worry to much about me ok?! And Nathan don't cause mom too much trouble.

Silver

I leave the note on the granite countertop before silently heading out the front door into the crisp morning air. the cool air tingles my skin, but being a werewolf means we are almost never cold. I head towards the south of the village to the tree line, where just beyond is a small clearing where my private meetings are held. When I emerge into the clearing I am greeted by numerous people sitting and standing around the clearing. I return various hello's and good mornings before leaning against the hard bark of a tree that rings the clearing.

When everyone finally gathered in the clearing, the Alpha made the minimalist of words and we were off.

We run all day, only stopping briefly for drinks from the various creeks and rivers we pass. Twice throughout the day we stopped to hunt, the first being when everyone went after their own game of rabbits and other small wildlife. The other time being when I brought down a wild boar and another wolf bringing down a deer for the portion of the group that was hungry, to eat from. When the sun started slipping from the sky towards the lip of the horizon, we made camp. Back in human form all members of our group are adorned with various weapons, in case of the rare chance of an attack.

The bed of leaves beneath my back shuffles lightly as I try to fall asleep. But sleep is one thing that is not giving me a present for my birthday, instead it seems to have skipped the party altogether.

I glance down at my hand where I have my phone resting, to see the clock icon reading 11:57. And since I was born at exactly midnight, in 3 minutes I will be an adult. In 3 minutes I will be able to recognize my mate. Now that's a scary thought.

Mates to werewolves aren't just like married couples, no. Mates are two wolves that were designed for each other, to glance each other out, and help the other through all the times to come. It is every wolves dream to find their mate, and there is only a scarce few who don't.

I glance back at the phone to see I have one minute left. And then my eyes decide they are tired and they slowly sink shut.

And the clock strikes 12.