My wolf Flicker start roaming my head demanding to go towards our mate. And I did just that, I started looking for him. And my eyes stopped at a group of boys, one on particular. I can't see much of his facial features as they were at the other end and one of his friend was making it difficult for me to look at him. I started walking toward him with the utmost agency. Flicker was getting frustrated with my slow pace and said, "Could you please hurry. I want to be with mate." "I know and am trying. Can't you see. " I replied rolling my eyes at her. "It should be easy as he would also have felt our presence by now. " said Flicker. That got my attention cause mate was not trying to find us. He was oblivious to our presence but how could that be possible. Unless he was................. human! ___________________________________________ Edena Black is the first female alpha of the history of werewolf. So what will happen when she will find that her mate is a human boy who has no idea of werewolves being real and that one is supposedly his soul mate. What will happen in their life? Will they accept each other ? What would other packs say about a female alpha and her human mate? Cover credits - @creasent_soul

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION