I was sitting in my bed looking at the ceiling. I didn't want to move, The mating war was in a few weeks, and my birthday in next week (my birthday is April 3). The mating war is a fight between male werewolves for their mates. There is only one rule no killing. All the females have to hide from all the males, the males will find the sent of their mate and track her down, but if another male can't find their mate they will track down one of the females. The females mate has to find them and protect them from any other male trying to harm them. Oh, and did i mention that you have to be sixteen to enter the war. I don't want to go because I'm not ready to find my mate, but my sister, Nirva (she is the mate of the alpha), is making me go and so is her mate, Daniel, the alpha. I just want to run away, run away from the war, run away from everything.
I renamed this. This is a Non Fanfic Version of this book. I just changed some names and that's about it and edited a little other than that it's the same as the original.
This is a Male x Male for those of you that are confused. I'll be making a Male x Female version.
I dread my eighteenth birthday with every fiber of my body. Why? You must ask. Let me tell you. I'm a werewolf and when we turn eighteen everyone expects you to find your mate. What people don't get is your mate can accept or reject you. They are usually like "My mate going to accept me because of such and such." Fuck no, it doesn't work like that all the time.
Guess what today is. Ding. Ding. Ding. You got it right. Here's a cookie for you. Today is my birthday and I want to fall in a hole.
Can someone dig one for me or must I do it myself? No? I guess I'll have to. All jokes aside there is more, I have to go to school. That is just plain bad luck there.