Rock music blaring out of speakers was the first thing I heard as we drove up to the small house surrounded by trees. There were people littering the front lawn and the long porch attached to the house. From my vantage point, I could tell there were a cluster of more people in the back in what I assumed was a large back yard.
Curiosity got the better of me. “I have to ask, how many werewolf teenagers are there here?”
Craven parked in the already open space by the front of the house, must have been saved for him. “Thirty- Four teen wolves are in this pack, Bluff creek pack is one of the large packs in the area.” He explained. Thirty-Four teenage werewolves, how had I never noticed this world growing up around here before?
I nodded. “Ah, and everyone has mates?” I asked as I got out of the car and walked over to him.
Craven laughed at that. “No, not everyone has a true mate like we are. You and I, we’re soul mates; we were born for each other.” I shivered at the huskiness in his voice as his eyes raked over me. “There is such a thing as falling in love and claiming one as a mate, but it’s uncommon. There are a few members in this pack though that has already found their true mates.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and tugged me forward.
The group of people in the front lawn, most of which were guys except for maybe three girls all saw Craven walking up with me tucked in his side. Six guys total whooped out and one stood out and smiled.
“He’s here; knock off the howling, Nixon!” He shouted and flashed me a smile. The guy was nice looking enough, long lanky build and when his eyes adjusted from the gold flash; they were a pleasant vibrant green. His sandy blond hair was short and a little spiky at the front. He had on plain jeans and a white shirt.
Craven grinned. “Thanks for the cockblocking, asshole,” He shot me a look and I had my eyes narrowed at him.
“Like you were really going to get there, anyway,” I retorted and smiled sweetly at him.
The group in front of us laughed, even though I noticed the three girls, all of which were fit and dressed to impress, had their eyes on Craven. Something in me didn’t like that; I stepped even closer to Craven and gave them a glare. The blond looked at me and gave me a challenging look.
“I like her; she’s going to keep you on your toes bro!” The blond haired kid laughed.
Craven rolled his eyes. “Ash, this is Collin who is going to be my third in command. Collin, this is my mate.” He said the words proudly, loving to be able to make his claim again.
I smiled at him; he seemed funny and nice enough. “Hello, nice to meet you.”
Collin grinned. “I’m glad he’s finally with a she wolf that won’t take his shit, it’s nice to meet you.”
Craven’s gaze shifted to the others standing behind Collin. “Jess, do you have a problem with my mate?” He asked nonchalantly. There was an undertone to his voice though, and I stiffened. The blond that was staring at me transferred her gaze to Craven and her eyes lost the hard speculation in them.
“I can smell human in her scent, it’s true, you mated a hybrid instead of a full blood were.” She said with a little accusation in her voice.
Craven let out a low growl. “Watch what you say in front of my mate, if you have a problem with your future Luna you are more than welcome to leave this pack and find another.” He stated.
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Moon Rising
Ciencia FicciónWhen seventeen year old Ashlyn Thompson moves back to her hometown and her older trouble making cousin Chase talks her into going to a party deep in the woods with him and a few friends she meets Craven Nocturne, Alpha of the werewolf pack that resi...