Pride and Possessive

Chapter One

Chapter One

He was coming back. Sometime six years ago he left and now he was back and everyone knew it. Though, they’d be stupid not to. Six years was a long time for someone of such high power to be away, but he had to go. His father had commanded it. People, such as my sister, who was the same age as him, questioned whether he'd have changed from his legendary 'playboy' ways in high school or whether he'd come back the same person. I didn't know him; I'd heard about him for most of my life, but never met him. Why would I have met him? I was a child, merely twelve, when he'd left after high school. Just like that, he was gone and he would once again return to take his place in power at the end of the week, at that important meeting that I just had to attend with everyone else in town.

I have to admit that I was attracted to the guy on the photos that I'd peered at over my sister's shoulders or the one in the town's museum where he's with his family. I mean, who wouldn't be? If he was a playboy, then he was a playboy for a reason. My sister, Jamie, had always said that he had a beautiful voice to match and it was so husky and deep, but he screamed power. Well, she'd said that when she was eighteen and then she stopped when she found her man at twenty in college. I don't think Jamie ever went up the playboy street with him; she just watched like many of the other not-so-popular girls of Clemington High.

But, six years later, he was coming back and, at the age of eighteen, I was going to catch a glimpse of our future alpha, John Redwood. Yes, you guessed it. Our town was infested with shifters, or more commonly known as 'werewolves'. No humans live among us, nor would they ever. They're not exactly 'welcome' unless they turn out to be the mate of one of the village folk, which was pretty unlikely. Clemington had a population of 2,456 (or so the sign at the beginning of the town reads) and it was growing pretty quickly. The Redwood Pack was just that. Growing quickly and dying slowly. It's not exactly the most exciting place to live, but I’d decided not to go to college after .

"One more day," mom muttered as she cooked dinner, seemingly frustrated.

"Why are you so frustrated?" I questioned.

"Because if that boy hasn't changed his ways, then this pack is doomed," she answered, stirring something in the pot that smelt like chicken, so I guessed it was soup. Yum. "Did your sister ever tell you what he was like at school? Oh, the horror stories. I hope he isn't mated to anyone in this pack if he hasn't changed."

"And, if he has?" I replied, wanting to know so much more.

"Well, then the pack will be safe," she turned to me with a smile, "and, undoubtedly, he'll be a lot more handsome and have a politer personality. That's what the army does to people, or so that Dear John film had told me."

John was sent to the army. That's where he'd been for six years and everyone could only hope that it had straightened him out. I'm sure it had, I mean, after seeing so many killings, why wouldn't it?