My Significant Other

the beginning

prologue

In the werewolf community, there are countless traditions every pack abides to. And from the rumours that circulate every now and again, gossip about who said or did what, I've come to the realization that they don't all agree with the variety of ethnicities.

I'm one of those wolves. A lone one...

But it wasn't always like this.

For centuries, the most popular folk story articulated is one about how The Instinctive Alphas arose.

Long ago, way before any of us thought we'd live the lives we do today, lived thee first Original Werewolves. No, it was not a scientific experiment gone horribly wrong. In fact, the exact opposite. However, in this case, witches were the scientists and their experimentation was fruitful.

Though they did not just stir one day and reach a decision to create a new specie.

Some claim it was because the supernatural dominion was going down and they wanted to strengthen the populations—both Witches and the Normans. Others claim everyone thought it best to have a third party around to make things a little more interesting. And the story I stood by, is that it was time to have true born leaders of the mystical world—Alphas.

But then since witches are very secluded and shielded creatures of the earth—tremendously sceptical of leaving supremacy in the hands of just any person other than themselves, they chose to experiment on one of their own.

Personally, I've never been a fan of witches. Of course, I will be eternally grateful to them for existing currently. They are practically the healers of our society, the doctors if you wish. The Masters of Magic/Science.

Nevertheless their unpredictable habits had always left a sense of apprehension. Unlike wolves, whom are driven by expected animalistic instinct. Which usually alerts us when we feel threatened or need to protect our land or what's ours.

And Witches... Oh, Goddess! Anything, that comes off as a red flag sets them off. They're moody, reckless and they always want to test things on a whim without thinking of consequences and—

I'm getting off track...

Original Weres. Right.

Honestly, there's nothing much to say about the great elders Vicarus, Amor and Kaifah. Except that their simply that—great. The magnificence of the werewolf specie.

And just like any story I've come across—among other things—romance played an enormous role. And boy did it almost slash everything apart. Almost everything that was put into the creation had nearly gone to waste.

Key word: almost!

Alphas are compelled to strengthen their kind—produce offspring, secure a land and provide for their own; again, amongst other things. They are naturally territorial. The male alphas, Vicarus and Kaifah, were unfortunate souls who both fell for the lone Alpha-female. Naturally, it was said they challenged one another for her like a prize.

And like the selfless supernatural being I like to think she was, she chose neither. Choosing not to collapse an inordinate length of time of friendship. Back then, it was just the three of them, they were all they had of each other. Something close to resembling a family—their kind, flesh and blood and all.

And for someone that has close to nothing in the family department, I can see where Amor was coming from. Snarling and bloodshed over your own was rash and thoughtless—especially for our kind. It is taboo!

Disastrous events transpired from thereon. Tension and hostility clouded their judgement. Drove them to a bloodlust thrill. Conflict between the two Originals along with their followers led to a massacre war.

Everyone wanted different things; leadership and traditions alike.

Agreeing on a mere solitary verdict was a demanding trial. Their irrational reasoning had Amor in the middle of it all; which, unfortunately resulted in the demise of Amor, whose death was described as sacrificial and noble.

Today, known as the Were-Goddess, Mother of The Mystic. And since she wanted to fortify the peace and supernatural existence—ensure that every Tom, Dick, and Harry has a missing piece of their soul somewhere amongst each one of us—she graced us all with Soulmates.

Vicarus and Kaifah rarely saw eye-to-eye but in honour of their friend, the decided to split the land. The two kings ruling on different turfs for the sake of peace and unity. Along with their leading females by their sides.

From thereon, the two kingdoms had split amid each other, as generations and generations of alphas came about in each territory.

As for me? Let's just say having a mate wasn't smiles and giggles and life unaided. Having a mate wasn't as perfect as everyone said it was...

Quite literally the opposite—stressful!

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A revamped version of this book. At first I wrote it on a whim. Now, I'm happy to share with all of you about my imagines on the Werewolf World.