One
Blade's POV
I walked about the pack house unsure of what to do.
Yes I'm an alpha I shouldn't be having a free time all the time but I couldn't but help why something is missing in my life.
An arm pulls me to the side, "Sup Blade."
I grin. It was Eliot. My best friend. Also the second in command, known as my Beta.
"How are you doing Blade? Hope you're not too shabby today for company." He laughed.
I gave gentle punch on his arm. "Quit messing around."
"So what are you going to do about the ceremony?" He asked.
"Oh... I don't know..." I said my hand making its way to my neck.
"You know that you need a Luna. As in your mate. Anyway did you find your mate because you're missing out on a lot of things." He said as he gave me a cocky smile.
"No ... Not really. " I said as I started walking again.
"Okay then see you around Alpha Blade." I waved at him and continued.
I just didn't know what to do. I need a Luna. But the problem is the ceremony in within two days and no one in my pack interests me.
I walk out the pack house and continued in the woods.
I then started running when I was out of sight and shifted to my wolf form mid-leap.
~~~~~~Hours later~~~~~~
I was out of the forest around a few minutes ago and in a small town. There was a house by the side of the forest that caught my attention though.
It gave off a scent I never smelt before.
The thing Eliot told me about mates is that when you first meet them you can smell their scent which will seem stronger than the rest of the other scents and much more calming.
I hid near the window glancing through.
My heart stopped as I saw a beautiful girl that looked around her 18s. Her hair was a shiny jet black and her eyes were crystal blue that I have never seen before.
She seemed really happy. Just looking at her warmed my heart.
When my wolf, Zeff, hollered, "Mate! That's our Mate!" He was obviously trying to take over but I kept him at bay.
"Granny... Come on you need to get a nap... Look at you." She giggled.
An older woman with grey hair across from her crossed her arms, in protest. I'm guessing that's her grandmother."No, I will not. And my answer stands in place." She said lifting her chin up.
"Fine then, no more bingo games for you then..." She said as she stood up.
"Hey... And who made you in control now, Nibiru?" Her grandmother stated as she looked up.
"My mother." She smiled sadly.
"Fine." Her grandmother groaned.
I couldn't help but smile.
I took a quick sniff of the air then froze.
She... Was a human.
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