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My... Mate

My... Mate

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"Amari! Over here! Come on!" My younger brother, Oliver yells to me with an excited glint in his eyes. "Coming!" Running after him as fast as I can, I finally catch up, jumping onto his back as we tumble to the ground laughing together. My 7 year old brother laughs harder as he tries to push me off of him, his dirty blonde hair whips across his face and a toothless grin plastered on his face. Suddenly, I smell something awful, it smells like burning plastic and I freeze. "Go, up that tree." I whisper to Oliver, using what little alpha tone I've developed thus far, as I push him towards a big tree. Worry plastered across his face but he continues up the tree anyways. I know why he's worried, he knows as well as I do, we can't shift, we can't link our parents, we've wondered too far from the pack for anyone to hear us, we are on our own. As soon as he is done shuffling into the tree, it doesn't take long for the rouges to come into sight. "Well, well, well... Who do we have here?" The leader of the group of six asks, shifting back into his human form. Meet Amarianah Sanders, daughter of Alpha Patrick Sanders and Luna Anna Sanders, sister of Oliver and Penny Sanders. Amari is a beautiful red headed girl with porcelain skin and icy blue eyes that almost look as if they were made of glass. Amari is loved and respected by all in her pack from little up. Her life is normal, carefree, full of love and laughter, so what happens when 9 year old Amarianah and 7 year old Oliver get caught in the woods alone with 6 rouges? What happens to the pack? And most importantly, what comes next?
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"She's my step-sister and she's like a sister to Alpha Vincent." James said making me smile. I sat down and saw Vincent and James shift into beautiful wolves. Vincent was a light brown wolf with red streaks, James was a gray wolf with bits of white on them. "Wow" I said. I hope they brought clothes since there previous ones are shredded to bits. Natalie laughed out. "Umm, guys did you bring extra clothes since those ones aren't worthy of being worn anymore." I said stifling my laughter. Their eyes popped out of their head at the thought of going home nude, I couldn't hold it back anymore, I was back in the same position laughing my head off with Natalie laughing my my head. "Ethan, please go get them some shorts." Marcus said smiling at their stupidity. I took off my hoodie and wrapped it around my waist because of the heat. James and Vincent stared at my shoulders, I looked down to see nothing there and was confused for a minute and then it clicked that my wounds had healed completely. I lifted my top slightly to see that there was a faint scar of the burn, I smiled at the thought of no more pain. I looked up to see the wolves were gone. "You have a lot of explaining to do young lady." I turned around to see Vincent and James with only shorts on. "I don't know what you mean?" I said innocently. I looked around to see Ethan gone. "We mean how did your wounds heal so quickly?" Vincent replied. "Well to get an answer you will have to catch me first." I said running off letting my wolf take over once again, Natalie shifts into my wolf and takes off. My name is Raven and I am 16 years old, ever since I was 13 I have been badly assaulted by my step-mother while my dad attends his business trips. My mother died when I was 13, I have brown long hair and light blue eyes with pale skin.

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