Dear Diary... They Told Me I'm a Werewolf!

3 Months later.. “Hey Aunt Della” I greet my Aunt as I walk into our house.“Hello Vi” she smiles at me from her armchair, all bundled up in a blanket, looking frail. “We need to speak sweetheart” she says with a slight frown to her face.This does not sound good. And I have to say I am curious what it is she wants to talk to me about, but I can't shake the nervous feeling I am feeling too.“Oh ok? Is everything ok, Aunt Del?” I smile at her, sitting down on the chair next to her.“I am afraid I am going to have to look for somewhere else for you to live soon, sweetheart” she says quietly.My heart drops. This has been my home since my parents died. All I have known since I was six years old. Surely she is not just going to kick me out and abandon me? Have I upset her? My mind is playing over so many past scenarios in my mind of things that could be the reasons behind all of this sudden change.My heart is racing at the thought of it already. I can’t imagine not living with her. Des

Well, it seems the day is here. Aunt Della has been ringing around the werewolf packs that were linked to my Dad’s family. Who knew there were so many werewolf packs in the country that are not known about!And surprise surprise, my family yet again did not want to know. If you can call them family when they treat you like that. My Dad had certainly pissed off his family by deserting his pack. Even his death was not enough to allow forgiveness. Yet surely they would see it as him protecting his wife, would they not? She was being picked on, pushed out by the others in the pack because she was not the same as them, so he did what he felt he should to keep her safe. Surely that is an honourable thing to do, is it not?! I truly do not see why his family are so hard on my Dad’s choices. Or was there more to it than I knew?But as it turned out, there was an elderly aunt of my Dad’s at a werewolf camp a couple of hours away from Aunt Della’s house. Having spoken to my Aunt, she was willing

Alpha Lachlan, my best friend, had told me about this new arrival we had arriving in the pack, so I had been preparing a room for her, unsure what to expect, but knowing it would be down to us at least partially to teach her all about werewolves. Some crazy shit to think she has gotten to almost shifting age and she didn’t even know about it. Though I guess with her Mum and Dad dying, it is understandable. But I can’t begin to imagine not knowing. Growing up and then finding out weeks before you are due to shift.We grew up with werewolves all around us, learning about them from a young age, knowing they were real, knowing our parents could shift so it never came as a shock. But for poor Violet to be told by the woman she had been brought up by since the age of six, I think they said, the woman who had taken her in when her parents died, because no fucker else in her family wanted her because of the shit going down with her Dad. Fancy finding out that she was to be kicked out and, oh

I didn’t mean to snap at her, but she was frustrating me. I know I can’t leave her having not eaten any dinner, so I go and grab some pizzas and then headed back to her room, hoping she was able to find her way back there herself earlier.I doubt I am someone she is wanting to see right about now, but I want to apologise and I want to make sure she eats. Plus, we need to talk a little at least. We need to get back onto an even footing. I won’t settle tonight knowing she is hating me. My wolf will not settle knowing his mate is angry at us. Even if she doesn’t even know we are her mate just yet. I know it and I can’t leave it.I tread heavily up the stairway toward her room. My stomach is churning with nerves. It is crazy that one girl, one she-wolf can make me feel like this without even realising she is doing it. I knock lightly at the door and stand and wait. The door is pulled back, Violet stands barely moving, her eyes glaring at me. Her eyes are beautiful, but I swear, if looks c

I quickly left Violet’s room. I had to get away! Being that close to her had got awkward and quickly. It was easy to chat to her as we had been eating, just free chatting, laughing and joking. Then, as she was being sarcastic and I joked around, I don’t know what made me touch her. I poked her, teasing. Knowing the instant I did it, I shouldn’t have. She made eye contact and then I was lost. Completely gone. This mate bond is fucking crazy. Powerful stuff.I had been battling though to keep my wolf back, he seems to like being around her. Which I guess knowing it is his mate is only natural. But she has no idea. It is beyond frustrating. Not just with the fact she doesn’t know we are her mate, but the fact she has very little idea about mates full stop. And she seems to have very little interest in them either.I have to say I am a little worried. My fated mate is perfect, beautiful, that there is no doubt of. But it seems I have been fated with a mate that is not that keen on the ide