The Future Alpha's Luna

Finally the first whistle blew and the play began. I allowed myself to look at the field and there he was. The ball was passed through someone's legs and Lucas caught it effortlessly. He scanned the field looking for a player to pass it to. He finally threw the ball and it went 60 yards. He's an amazing quarterback, My wolf and I sighed simultaneously.

Wait. Quarterback...

Lucas is South Shores quarterback.

That means he's...

Oh my god.

He's Dawson.

Lucas Dawson.

Blake's enemy. The son of my fathers arch nemesis. The grandson of the man who killed my grandfather. The future Alpha of the White Creek pack.

My mate.

Shit.