The Moon's Chosen

Decisions

Tyson smiled as he read through the book reading through his notesand comparing them. He had a lot of studying to do. He needed to knowthis information forewords, backwards and side to side, inside out.He would be taking on his alpha role, at least unofficially, within ayear or two. He had not yet found his mate, not something shockingbut nor bad but not the best thing, once he had his mate he wouldtake over as alpha officially.

Humming he heard the sound of rushing footsteps and the door openingand closing and excited talking. Tyson stretched and he could reallyuse a break and though he was not really interested in what Natashaand Shawna were getting he wanted the excuse. He wanted to just go tosleep, these books were a bore. He wanted to read that novel 'In ColdBlood', it was amazing, it was a book about a crime. A true crime,a journalist wrote this; Truman Capote combined his investigativejournalism and an author's flair to write about the unfortunate endof the Clutters.

"What's going on?" He asked and frowned as he saw his motherstanding there inhaling deeply from a small little square.

"Tyson come smell this, it's soap; it really smells like freesia."Tyson smiled, he knew that his mother's favorite flower was freesia,and it was the one that his father brought her often, he brought herflowers whenever he could but freesia was her favorite. He stillremembered the freesias he brought her in the middle of winter, theflowers were a spring flower, he still managed to somehow get somefreesia.

"Really mother wh-" He cut off and turned to Shawna who washolding up something that was white in a complicated fabric andstring and beads. Her swimsuit cover but he didn't know that when heturned to her his eyes turning ice blue.

"Tyson?" He didn't answer growling slightly and reaching outtaking it from her frozen hands and bringing it to his face,breathing deeply and letting out a light moan.

"Mate~" Tyson then froze blinking once and going stock still, hiseyes back to their brown. He looked at the surrounding people withhim. "Oh by the goddess..."

"Oh Tyson! Your mate!" His mother, the Luna of the pack,Crescent, smiled happily hugging him tight. She gently, with softhands took the swimsuit cover. His mate must have made it or handledit a lot, she lightly lifted one corner and delicately sniffed."Hmm...I...I don't smell anything."

"Did you Shawna? Natasha?" Both women shook their heads.

"We bought it, but even the two who were selling it we don'tsmell it."

"Being over whoever is selling that, as well as you two, well, thisreminds me of my grandfather."

"Grandpa?" Tyson questioned still clinging to the swimsuitcover up and the pack alpha, Grover, shook his head.

"No son, my grandpa, or your great-grandfather. His name was Io,when he found his mate he found a potted flower that he had given afriend. It had been over a month ago. The scent stays and the smellof a mate can be scented even if old or covered by others." Groversmiled slightly, the sad yet kind story of Io and Charles, a story oflove, betrayal, and heart ache, but now was not the time for thatstory.

"So what is it? I don't know of any other pack anywhere close tohere." Tyson groaned, if his mate was from a pack just wanderingthrough or visiting some human friends that would make it a lotharder.