Part 3

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My scent has changed slightly since I found out that I am dying.  I have terminal cancer and only have 6 months left.  I am only 17 years old.

I have no living relatives alive they are all gone now since my previous pack was decimated.  I barely got out alive.  Found by my current pack on the side of the road, left for dead.  We were attacked by a combination of rogues and hunters that were working together for what I don't know.

Its been 2 months since I have been outside and smelt the fresh air.  I turn 18 next week and would shift and find my mate but I have not heard my wolf in my head for some time now.  The doctor says that I might not shift when it is time because of my sickness.

I am making plans for my last 6 months on earth.  I have planned to travel a bit and settle somewhere close to when my time is up.  I plan on rejecting my mate if I do find him here before I leave.  He is better off without me since I don't have much time left.  He can find his second chance mate or settle down with someone of his choosing instead of me.

Darn it all anyway, I know who my mate is.  I overheard him talking to his best friend and he plans on rejecting me as well on my birthday.  Guess the plan on leaving is earlier than I expected.  I now plan on leaving tomorrow.  I will just leave a letter for him and tell him the truth about everything.  He can pick his mate that will become the next Luna of this pack and all will be well.  

My plans are to take a taxi to the train station in the next town, change my appearance and scent so no one can track me farther than that because all the scents will overpower the trackers that maybe sent to track me down.   Take the train to go to the nearest airport, and fly to my destination of California, stay for awhile, change my looks again then travel to Europe or Florida and maybe go on a cruise.  I have the money to do what ever I would like since my parents left me an inheritance of millions of dollars.  Guess I should make out a will to leave my money for good.

Now two days later I am in San Diego California.  I snuck out before breakfast, no one was up yet, left my letter for my mate in the mailbox, phoned for a taxi, got to the train station.  I changed my clothes and put on a red wig, redid my makeup and used some scent blocker that I purchased from a pack member on the sly.  That should stop anyone from tracking me.  I am sad, but it was all necessary.  As we did not acknowledge that we are mates there should be no pain from the separation.  Neither of us should feel a rejection, I know I probably would feel more pain than he would because I am already sick from the cancer.  I will have to find a doctor when I start feeling sick.  I will research a good doctor and hospital closer to the end.

His POV

** I can't believe that she left.  I have read her letter over and over and feel real bad that I was going to reject my mate.  And now, to find out that she has cancer and only has 6 months left, my wolf is very mad at me.  He feels the loss more than I do because at least I have a girlfriend, he has no one.  The letter told me that I should not feel bad and now I can choose my own mate.  That makes me feel good, my wolf and I will choose whom we feel will make a good Luna for this pack and not the moon goddess.  Now that I think about it I think this way is better.  I can choose my own mate and she will be better than my true mate.

6 Months Later

I am now in England.  I had the misfortune to come across a pack and was taken to see their alpha.  I told him about all I had been through.  He sent me to a doctor that was close to his pack that had the knowledge of our kind and this sickness.  I was told that I don't have cancer.  It was a miss-diagnosis.  What a mess.  I sort of rejected my mate and now find out that what I have can be treated and will not die, well I am still sick but I can get better with treatment.  I wonder what I will do now.  Stay here or go back to where my mate is.  First I should find out if he chose someone to be his mate.  No first I have to get better, treat my sickness first.  The doctor said when I am better I might find my wolf and shift.  That is the first priority.  Get well first, then find my wolf, shift, then see about my mate.

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