The Mute Wolf

Chapter 1

Embers POV

I shouldn't have been out that night. My father had forbidden it. Ha, what does that even mean anyway? He should know better by now if he thinks I'm going to listen to him. All because he wants me to choose a mate within our own pack before my 18th birthday; before some other guy carts me off to his pack blah blah blah. Perhaps it wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that most if not all of the single available guys between the age of 16 and 21 were bloody idiots. Not to mention possessive, crude, arrogant...I could go on. My father thinks I would be well suited to his Beta's son, Zak. Don't think so.

We argued for the best part of an hour, my mother occasionally butting in to agree with my father, as she always does. She tells me she knows exactly how hard it can be to be mated and paired with a man you do not know and have to up and leave to his pack where you don't know anyone and they don't know you. She had pleaded with me to find a mate within the pack but I had declined many a time. Not to mention I knew for sure that my one true mate was not here. I would smell him. Or so they say.

Perhaps that's the reason why my father doesn't seem all against it. If a wolf who wasn't either an alpha or beta was to become my mate, then he would have to move to our pack. If he was a Beta or an Alpha, I would be the one moving. But of course chances are quite high that I would be the one moving. I'd be the mate of a powerful alpha just like my father wants. I knew every member of our pack by name and by smell. The only pack I was interested in ruling is this one. But would they listen? Oh no. I had to do my duties and be a Luna (alpha female aka second in command) to some other alpha. Bleh.

When I could finally take no more of the stupidity that my mother and father were spitting, they ordered me to my room and not to leave till morning light. It was 6:30pm. I had barely eaten and I was certainly not in the mood to play good little girl tonight. I needed air. I needed to run. It may have been a bitter and snowy January, but to wolves, once we shift, we can barely feel the cold. I placed a few pillows underneath my duvet and turned off my light. Cranking my window open slowly, I climbed out onto the slanted roof of our house and jumped off into a pile of fresh, undisturbed snow.

I didn't have to run for long before I had reached the woods that surrounded our territory. We only had 120 pack members altogether so our small community was tightly knit and close together. I always had a way of making sure I was never spotted or followed. One of my many tricks, tricks that will one day help to make me a great alpha. Silent and deadly is my middle name but I wouldn't look it. Shoulder length blonde hair, ice blue eyes and a petite but muscular body than no man yet has complained of. Except when I'm beating the crap out of them. I looked like any normal 17 year old teenager. But of course, I wasn't.

Once I had reached the thick of the woods, I begun to change. Seeing as I started to shift from the age of 14, I had gotten used to most of the pain that came with changing. But even nearly 4 years later, I still winced every time it happened. But once that was all said and done, there was nothing like it. My white wolf leaped free and dashed through the snow at high speeds without a care in the world. I wished I could feel this free and in control all the time. But it was a great escape, for now.

I sniffed out a deer that had recently passed and begun to follow my nose. The footprints in the snow led me right to a baby deer, its mother not too far away. They were searching for food. I silently made my way through a patch of thick snow and watched, head down as I edged my way closer and closer to the mother deer and her little Bambi. I knew the mummy would be harder for me to capture in my current position, but Bambi on the other hand... When I was satisfied I was close enough, I leaped out with everything I had and before the little deer even knew what had happened, it was already too late. Dinner was served. Its mother sped off through the trees, knowing her baby was done for, all she could do now was protect herself to live another day.