That is Impossible!

Lyle turned sharply to look at what he was staring at. And there was a girl, wearing a red dress, with hair as golden as sunshine. She was staring at him with her two dusty black eyes from the shadows. 

Blake staggered forward, leaving Lyle in lurch. He tilted his head to the side and a smile played on his lips. “My mate,” he rasped. 

“What?” Lyle snapped. “Are you mad?” she cried. He was supposed to make her wear the ring tonight. “You can’t do this to me Blake!” She said with disbelief. But he wasn’t hearing her. 

He took a step forward. 

“Stop Blake!” she shouted on the top of her lungs. How could he leave her like this? She had loved him and only him for her whole life. 

Graham came from behind and circled her shoulders. “Shh…” he whispered. “You can’t do anything. He smelled his mate.” 

“Are you mad?” she cried. She refused to believe what was happening in front of her. Her passion for him was so strong that it was impossible to accept what was going on. She removed herself away from Graham and rushed after Blake. In order to stop him from going any further, she held his hand tightly. 

“Leave me,” he growled, as he stared at her with feral eyes, itching to go to his mate. 

She shook her head. “No Blake! Come back to me. Remember the times when we cherished our laughter and smiles and had those lovely moments. You have to overcome this. You love me. Please Blake," she begged. "Please don't leave me. I love you more than my life." 

He pulled his hand away and pushed her to the ground. Like a beast he said in an animalistic tone, “Go away!” And ran towards his mate. 

“No Blake!” she shouted."Please Blake, please." She looked at the girl again and then ran after him. She cried. Mates were so rare. She was stunned. How could this happen to her? "Blake!" she called him. "Don't go. What will happen to me?" she whined. "I love you Blake." Lyle's face was streaked with tears and agony. Her heart plummeted. It was as if someone had stabbed a knife in it and twisted it. 

‘He doesn’t deserve us,’ suddenly her wolf, Grisha, snarled. She smelled the betrayal and was struggling to come out. ‘He has deceived us. I never had a good feeling about this. Let me come out!’ 

'No, no Grisha. Let me talk to him.'

But Grisha didn't listen. Her raging wolf freed herself and immediately lunged at Blake. 

“Lyle!” Graham shouted to stop her, but she was gone too far. 

Grisha jumped from behind on Blake who was jogging towards his mate without a care in the world. Unaware, Blake fell on the ground with Grisha over his body. With his muscular biceps, Blake pushed Grisha away with his hands, but not before she had bitten on his forearms and had clawed his stomach and thighs and tried to crush his skull in her jaws. Graham, along with a few others, shape shifted in order to restrain her. In the fight that followed, Grisha severely injured Blake. 

It was gruesome. 

Lyle was taken captive and was caged. The cage was kept right in the center of the town where she was the target of people’s hatred. The pack’s members had started hating her for attacking their future Alpha. They would come and pelt stones at her for her defiance. She was injured at various places, but her body would heal fast—it healed faster than most of the werewolves. Lyle was injured physically, but mentally she had gone numb to everything around her. The ache in her heart was constant. At times, on the inside she felt bad for attacking Blake realizing that he had no control over his mate instinct. As helpless and powerless as she felt, she couldn’t bring herself to believe that he couldn’t reject his mate. For god's sake, she was the love of his life! 

Two days later, Alpha Drake ordered that she be executed and that too in public. 

Aghast at his decision, her parents appealed to him to reconsider his orders. 

“On one condition,” he said, “She will be banished from the pack. She never belonged to this pack, anyway!” he spat. Banishing from the pack meant that she would be a lone wolf and it was highly likely that Drake would get her killed then also. 

In those two days Lyle had grown several years older. She had come to realize one thing—she hated the idea of falling in love and she loathed the idea of having a mate. If she ever found a mate, she was sure she would reject him. 

In those two days, she saw her parents aging many years. Their faces had wrinkles and eyes swollen because of crying. Jericho and Mila begged Alpha Drake to forgive her, but the man didn’t budge. “She will be executed two days from now.”

Blake’s family accepted his mate, Nina, because others at the party had witnessed his call for his mate. Even the pack saw her as their future Luna. Nina tended to him as best as she could. No one knew where she came from and no one asked. Perhaps they were just waiting for Blake to become conscious. Even though the werewolves recovered fast, Blake didn’t show signs of recovery. Nina would sit beside him and keep crying. 

It was on the third day when Blake still remained unconscious that the Shaman of the pack suggested, “He needs Nyter. Only that can help him.” 

“Nyter!” Alpha Drake knew that it was an impossible mission to get Nyter, as it was the most coveted thing of the Loreans. “Not many who go to retrieve it, return. It’s like inviting death!”

Nyter was a rare flower that grew once in every hundred years, and according to the Shaman of his pack, it should bloom anytime soon. 

When Mila and Jericho came to talk to Drake on the third day, he laid his conditions clearly. “I will revoke the order, but I have a condition—she has to bring Nyter for Blake.” 

Jericho’s mouth fell to the floor. “But that is impossible! It is unimaginable to send Lyle on such a mission.” 

Drake’s expressions were hard. “Impossible?” Drake gave a humorless half chuckle. “This is the only chance for her to live. Take it or leave it!” Saying that Drake looked at Lyle who was leaning against the bars of the cage and watching them. “Also until she brings Nyter, you two are going to stay as my captive.” 

Lyle’s eyes became wide and shuddered. “That is wrong!” she hissed, knowing fully well what it meant to be his captive. Her parents would be thrown in a cage like wild animals. 

Drake raised his eyebrow. He snarled, “You are challenging me, pup?” he sent her dominance signal through their mind link and her head ached as if someone had pounded a hammer on it. 

Her breath became ragged. Closing her fists until her knuckles were white, she rasped. “I will go, but you can’t throw them in a cage.” 

Drake narrowed his eyes and then tilted his head. He sized her up and said, “I agree. But they will stay in house arrest!” 

When Drake left, Jericho and Mila turned to their daughter. Mila had tears in her eyes. She held her hands through the cage and cried, “What have you got yourself into, Lyle?” 

“Mom, dad, you two are the only people I care about in this world now, and there is no way I will let you down.” Tears rolled out of her eyes. She hated Blake, she hated herself and she loathed Nina. She would get Nyter, throw it on Drake’s face and then leave this sick pack with her parents.

Lyle left a day later. The pack’s patrol team took her to the perimeter of the territory from where she had to find the place on her own. She was given the coordinates.

It took a day for Lyle to reach the basecamp of the Northern Summit where she was supposed to report. In the evening, when she arrived, the two old men, in charge of the competition made her fill a form and sent her to a tent where she could change her clothes and take a bath. It was 8 PM when she came out. She found other competitors, three men and a woman, sitting around a bonfire, chatting and chugging beer. She walked up to them and introduced herself. They introduced themselves as Alpha Kirk, Alpha Nolan, Alpha Arya, Beta Dominique and Beta Rhys. Each werewolf represented each pack of the werewolf realm and was a highly trained warrior with brute strength, except… her. Even Alpha Arya… a ferocious woman with raven black hair, cropped hair and obsidian eyes.

All of them were very warm, except a man who was sitting on a fallen log away from them, staring at her intensely. Her lips parted seeing the notoriously good-looking man with an extremely cold demeanor. When their gaze locked, she gulped. Both couldn’t peel their gaze away from each other.

“That’s Alpha Ryder,” Arya whispered.

Lyle’s heart pounded and—