PROLOGUE
Let’s start with the first three things you should know about me:
1.My name is Riley and I am a 25 year old nurse.
2.I live with my best friend, Carla, who I met in college.
3.Oh and I am a werewolf with healing powers.
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Okay, I guess I should explain myself a little bit. First of all, wolves mostly live in packs. I was born in the Raven pack, on a cold winter night. Our pack is one of the strongest packs in the world and my father was the Beta, the second in command and best friend of our Alpha. So when my dad passed away, Alpha Jackson supported me through college and he helped me find a job at the pack’s hospital. Everyone respects our Alpha. Justice is basically his middle name which has created good relationships with the neighboring packs.
Another thing you should know about werewolves is that they mate for life. Each and every one of us has a destined mate. Extremely romantic, I know, but also quite scary considering the fact that if you don’t find your mate, you’ll probably end up alone. Some are okay with that, but I am not. My parents were mates, as were my grandparents before them and I was a hopeless romantic, so you get where I’m going with this.
Last but not least, some werewolves are blessed with magic. Some can move objects with a swift hand movement, some can communicate with other species and some can heal physical and mental trauma. I belong in the last category thanks to my grandmother who had passed her gift to me. We don’t know exactly why some have powers like that and some don’t, but no one questions it. My healing magic paired well with the nurse school I want to, so my job at the hospital was usually a breeze.
So there you go,I hope this cleared some things up. Let’s get on with the story now, shall we?
