Rejection For the Rejectee (Werewolf SoulMate) COMPLETED

4 - Time to go back it seems... Damn.

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*4 years later*

"SHIT! Cam, they're making me go back for my six-month leave! I can't bloody go back!" My breath sawed in and out of me. Was this a panic attack? I think I was having a panic attack. I furiously paced Cam and my apartment in London. "He will be there! I glimpsed him at the Alpha ceremony and I swear I nearly went into a coma." Zandra and Flynn, at the age of 21, took the mantle of Alpha pair from Flynn's parents after coming back from University. Because the ceremony was basically their wedding, Zandra forced me to take a few days leave from the RAF to be her maid of honour. I couldn't turn her down so I flew my private little plane and was there for her big day. I'd left as soon as I could and threw myself back into the job.

Not many climb up so high in the RAF stations in four years but I had been determined to do it. I was determined to show that I could do something big and meaningful with my life, that I wasn't some self centered snob. Of course this had absolutely nothing to do with my Mate rejecting me for those very reasons! Actually I had been thinking about joining the RAF for a while, but I do admit that what he said pushed the idea forward. Being near him as I finished secondary school and A levels in the couple months of school were a nightmare. I turned into a hermit, not wanting to see him, thinking that I would at every turn, digging myself in my own well of self-pity.

But, like when my parents died, Zandra was there to throw down the rope and pull me up. She's helped me back onto my feet during the summer and sent me on my way with all the best luck, even while working on all her exams to send her to one of the best Universities in the country. She'd been my rock, and I'd been just as proud to send her to Oxford.

Being Were, drills from the General Service Training, Force Development Training, and Force Protection Training were surprisingly easy. Before the age of about 15 - 17, Were children are virtually human with a dormant Werewolf gene. After that, we go through a sickening process that changed our whole genetic makeup to become full Werewolves. We gained things we didn't have before, like our true wolf spirit and heightened senses. We also learnt where in the pack we would be, if an Omega, a Beta or an Alpha, depending of the dominancy of your wolf. Your status in the pack was not passed down to you from your parents, it all depended on you. Flynn was lucky that he was just as dominant as his parents for if he wasn't he wouldn't have become Alpha and neither would Zandra. When you find your mate, you automatically become equal in dominancy. Zandra was on Beta level before she met Flynn, and now she was Alpha level for her Mate was an Alpha. It was our wolves making sure that Mates are equal as they should be.

I was a Beta which meant that I was more dominant that a normal Were and could be an Alpha in a weak pack, but I would be over-taken by an Alpha if they came along. I preferred being a Beta anyway. Beta's were the mouth of the Alpha, talking to the Pack and taking care of their personal issues while the Alpha takes care of the Pack in a more general sense like their safety, security and financially. I prefer to be dealing with Pack whining and complaining Pack members than Maths any day! Once I had visited Flynn with Zandra at his Univerity in Manchester where he was studying economics and I went cross eyed even thinking about it.

"Well, Phee, you're going to have to go," Cam told me, calling me my nick-name in the RAF, Phoenix because of my mad flying skills, and that is was in fact my middle name. "She's still your Alpha, no matter where you are. I'm sorry I can't help anymore, Sweet, though I wish I could."

Then I was hit by an idea - an idea so simple and bright I was surprised I hadn't thought of it earlier and that I didn't have a light bulb flashing above my head. Cam looked at me strangely, then apparently recognized the look on my face. "Phee, no. No way in hell."