Let the countdown begin!
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Come the very irritatingly loud voices of my parents. I pull my pillow over my head hoping they won’t notice me, but it doesn’t seem to work as I feel the cover being yanked off me. “You can’t hide in bed, it’s your eighteenth birthday! This calls for a celebration,” cheers my dad. “Sounds good, you guys go get started and I’ll catch up,” I say as I feel around for my covers. “Nice try, now scoot that boot out of bed or no present for you,” mum threatens. I groan and rise from the bed like a vampire from a coffin. Which is stupid to say now that I think about it, I mean, they’re not called ‘vampires’ and they don’t sleep in coffins. Humans have such an active imagination, I swear, the things they come up with. 'Come on, Sorrell, have a little enthusiasm. We’re eighteen, we might meet our animai today,' she says, wagging her tail in excitement. Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of. It’s been three months since that day in the forest and Alden has barely said a word to
'What the fuck?!' Atlas shouts. I’m utterly stunned and frozen stiff. She ran. She fucking ran! Sorrell has run away from me in the past, but this hits different. She’s my animai, just like I knew she was. It took all morning for me to summon the courage to come down to training. I was terrified I’d get here and find out I was wrong, but as soon as I got to the training field her scent hit me like a freight train, and in the best way possible. Atlas was prancing with delight, and I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I’ve never been so happy in my life, and I thought she’d be happy too. She wouldn’t have to worry about this fear of not being mine because she is mine, she was made for me as I was made for her. But instead of being happy, she hightailed it out of here and ran so fast she almost left a smoke trail. I can hear the whispers around me. Everyone here just witnessed their Alpha find his Luna and her response was to flee, she may as well have fucking rejected me. Having your soul
I’ve been a nervous wreck since yesterday. Don’t get me wrong, I was overjoyed when Sorrell agreed to go out with me, but this is our first date and I want everything to be perfect. Maybe that’s unrealistic, but I can at least try. I showered twice, first time was to clean off the events of the day, and the second was because I got so nervous I started to sweat up a storm.'I keep telling you she’s not going to care. We will always smell good to our animai, she certainly smells heavenly to me, especially earlier when she was in the kitchen and her scent mingled with the smell of that pie she was baking,' says Atlas, drooling as his tongue lulls to the side. I was staring at her like an idiot wanting to leap across the kitchen and devour her, maybe even devour her while she’s covered in that pie, but I guess I was giving off a vibe, so Sorrell kicked me out of the kitchen.'Actually she banned you from the kitchen. Hasn’t even taken her oath as Luna yet and she’s already acting like on
Feeling slightly shaken I step back into the hallway just as Sorrell comes down the stairs and I instantly forget my worries along with how to breathe. She’s absolutely gorgeous! This is the first time I’ve ever seen her in a dress, she’s always in shorts for training and pants for everything else. She’s wearing a thin dress with a kind of feather and floral print in shades of brown. It has spaghetti straps, comes down to a diamond point to her knees with fringe coming down from the hem of the dress and almost touching the floor. She’s accessorised it with a belt around her waist and black cowboy boots, and she’s wearing the necklace I got her which makes my chest puff up with pride. As she reaches the bottom of the staircase, I reach out, taking her hand and lightly kiss the back of it, nearly moaning at the pleasurable electricity that courses through my lips. I know she must feel it too by the way her cheeks are turning red. “You look breathtaking,” I tell her. Actually, I wanted
Driving back to Sorrell’s I may have been driving a little further under the speed limit than was legally required just to prolong our time together and it was worth it because we got to talk more, there’s not a subject we haven’t covered. We told each other stories about growing up in the pack, we talked about how our parents met, we talked about our friends, nothing was off limits.“I’m glad you picked white,” she says, pulling me from my thoughts. I glance over to see her admiring the rose I got her.“Why’s that?”“Because white is my favourite colour,” she smiles.My eyebrows knit together, “Your favourite colour is a non-colour?”“Don’t knock it. You can do anything with white. It goes with everything, and it can always be treated like a starting point. A white canvas can become a work of art. A white wall can be the perfect backdrop for anything to hang on it. And you couldn’t make the perfect tie-dye t-shirt without a basic white shirt first,” she explains. I listen to her, enr
One minute I was clinging to Atlas’ fur with all my might as he sprinted through the woods at a speed I’d never seen from any mutolupus as those three shadowy figures chased us, their forms not even touching the ground. If it weren’t for the bright purple eyes I’d have believed we were being chased by darkness itself. They were almost in arms reach when I saw a bright ball of gold and blue light up in the sky hurtling towards us like a meteor about to crash land, but the closer it got the more I thought I saw… I don’t know, but next thing it made impact and there was lightning, and I could feel myself being thrown off Atlas and now all I feel is pain radiating through my body, but especially my head. 'Sorrell, get up, you have to try and get up,' Alma encourages me. I manage to summon up enough strength to roll onto my back and I can feel the warm sensation of blood dripping down the side of my face. Before I can open my eyes, I’m enveloped by the sweet scent of lemon meringue and ele
As we reach the packhouse, Atlas lays flat allowing me to get off and I can see he’s about to shift back into Alden, so I throw my hands out in a ‘stop’ action, ‘Hold it!’ I say quickly. Atlas rises to his feet once again and looks at me quizzically. 'What’s wrong?' Alden asks through the link. I step into the packhouse through the backdoor and make a quick left into the laundry room. Atlas curiously follows behind me, poking his head in to see what I’m up to. I sniff around, picking up a pair of pyjama pants which from the scent I can tell are one hundred per cent Alden’s, and hold them up in front of Atlas. “Can’t have you waltzing through the packhouse in the nude. Aside from the fact I like that outside of shifting, no one has seen you intimately and I would like it to stay that way. Beyond that, I don’t think you questioning Romona will go over very well if you’re doing it while naked,” I point out. 'You just don’t want anyone laying eyes on what’s ours, and I am all for that.
It’s a short walk to the Alpha suite and I feel my heart pound. I’ve never been inside the Alpha suite; it feels like I’m stepping somewhere forbidden. He escorts me in and I’m quick to scan the room and take in every minute detail. There’s a living area, a dining area, and a kitchen area. It's a lovely space, except for the ghastly shade of avocado on the walls. Alden leads me straight past the living area, dining area and kitchen, straight into what I assume is his bedroom, but I’m second guessing that as soon as I see in inside. It’s all pink! Rose pink, I should say, but still. I never expected to see this colour in an Alpha’s bedroom. There’s a rose pink carpet and a small, raised platform leading up to the bed, which has a dusty pink bedspread. A feature wall behind the bed the same colour as the bedsheets and two full-length feature mirrors along each side of the feature wall with shelves in front. The walls have an interesting wallpaper that looks like cracked marble, there